Jin Li is a little confused.

This is Sir Beckett. Isn't he a man???

This cognition makes her a little curious. By the way, she also wants to see what this person wants to do.

In this way, Jin Li closed her eyes and pretended to faint, but she could still "see" what happened outside.

She saw herself galloping in the sky.

Holding her, the jazz is like a big bird with light body. Its tiptoe is gently on the top of the high-rise building, gliding in the wind.

The night scene of the silver capital that she didn't see last night is completely displayed in front of her at the moment.

Lu Zhengya is right. It's really beautiful. At this time, Jin Li is still thinking about it out of time.

This situation did not last for a long time, or the action of Sir Beckett was too fast.

He landed outside a castle.

Castle?

Jin Li looks at the magnificent building in front of her eyes with some amazement. Before she looks carefully, she feels the people around her move.

Sir Beckett seemed to want to take hold of her in order to hold her up.

"Jin Li:" "

This kind of intimate gesture is really beyond the acceptance of the little fairy fish.

She thought and thought.

Her whole body was standing behind Sir Beckett, hidden in the air.

But in Sir Beckett's hands, he was holding a "pear".

This is a small spell.

People in this country of doves, or not people, must not be able to see it.

Kam Li walked into the castle with Sir Beckett.

All the way very quiet, occasionally on the way to meet a very retro dress, maid like people passing by, the other side is just bowed head to Becker a gift, silent left.

Sir Beckett went all the way into a hall.

The hall is covered with blood colored plush carpet, which can sink to the ankle when stepping on it. The furnishings are luxurious, complicated and gorgeous, but they don't make people feel vulgar.

The master of the castle has a good taste. Jin Li thought in her heart.

It is called the master of the castle, not Sir Beckett, because Jin Li has seen the real master of the castle.

He is sitting in the main seat in the hall.

He seems to be taking a nap.

With one hand on his forehead. Long blonde hair falls down to the side of the body, unable to see clearly.

The white suit on the body and the shirt on the neckline are tied to the last, most serious and ascetic appearance, but there is a bright red rose on the chest, which is suddenly publicized and gorgeous and forms a strange contradictory charm.

Jin Li's interest is in that hand.

Bone looks too beautiful.

This hand is thin and pale, but it doesn't look craggy and ugly. Instead, it has a cold jade like beauty.

Jin Li is a little curious and wants to see what the owner of this hand looks like.

But before she came near, the man woke up.

His long lashes quivered and he opened his eyes.

The long blonde hair retreated, revealing the man's whole face.

"Wow!" Jin Li couldn't help admiring.

"Who?" The man suddenly turned his head and looked towards the direction where Jin Li was. His voice was like a clash of gold and jade. It was very pleasant.

Sir Beckett, who was still holding the pear, did not find anything wrong at all. He knelt down on one knee to the man with a devout face: "my Lord, I have brought you the most touching gift."

Jin Li stands aside, biting her fingers in some distress: what are they talking about?