Chapter 642
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Feng Haitang only feels a familiar breath hitting her in the face.
Her whole body suddenly stiffens, and she slowly raises her head in disbelief.
What comes into view is Yan Haotian's face, covered with crisscrossed scars.
Even if this face was intact, it wouldn't be considered handsome. Now that it's covered with scars, it's even more fierce and ugly, enough to stop a child from crying at night.
But when Feng Haitang sees this face, tears suddenly rush to her eyes.
Her entire heart was originally empty, but at this moment, it's filled up in an instant.
This man, always says that she's suited for a better one, that she's worthy of a better one.
But when she needs someone, he's always the first to appear.
Moreover, even if there are thousands and thousands of good men in this world, she, Feng Haitang, only loves this imperfect one in front of her.
Feng Haitang reaches out, wraps her arms around the man's neck, and buries her face in his neck.
"Ah … ah …" a hoarse cry comes from the man's mouth. He seems to want to say something, but his missing tongue makes him unable to say a single word.
But when Feng Haitang raises her head and sees the anxiety and worry on his face, she understands in a flash.
That's a telepathic connection, even if this man keeps running away, she still understands everything. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Haotian, why are you here? "
Yan Haotian doesn't respond to her, but puts her down, and carefully examines her from head to toe.
After confirming that Feng Haitang isn't injured, he finally lets out a sigh of relief. That murderous look on his face, and the burning worry in his heart, slowly fades away.
Soon after, his line of sight meets Feng Haitang's tender and affectionate eyes, slightly flushed.
A woman's unique body fragrance burrows into the tip of his nose, and there's also that soft and delicate body sticking to him.
Yan Haotian seems to suddenly realize something, and suddenly pushes Feng Haitang away in a panic.
He makes hand gestures in a flurry, but because of his momentary panic, he's simply unable to clearly express his meaning.
Feng Haitang is pushed away this time, but she doesn't have the slightest bit of anger or sadness.
On the contrary, she bursts out laughing, "You thought something happened to me, so you rushed over to save me, right?"
She looks around, and sees a dense crowd of Ink Camp soldiers pouring in.
They've brought at least half of the Ink Camp's people, right?
Yan Haotian was usually a very calm person. He would never act impulsively just because of a vague message from Ru Yan.
However, because it involved his own safety, he acted in such an exaggerated manner. He lost his cool and his ability to think.
Thinking of this, Feng Haitang couldn't stop the joy and sweetness in her heart.
Even if Yan Haotian had returned to his usual unapproachable attitude, she would not feel the slightest bit depressed.
"You, who are you people? Where is my army?! "
Only now did Luo Chengfeng realize that the people who rushed in were not the troops he had arranged to ambush outside.
Instead, it was this group of strangers he had never seen before.
"Your army?" Guan Hu laughed mischievously. With a stomp of his foot, a bloody head rolled in front of Luo Chengfeng. "Are you talking about this group of trash?"
Luo Chengfeng lowered his head to look at the head that rolled over. His eyes abruptly widened and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Because that head belonged to one of his generals.
The army outside was really led by him.
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