"Don't worry, the young lord of Tangtang Alchemy Alliance will treat Xiao Yu personally, and Xiao Yu will definitely be alive and kicking soon."
Di Moxuan's thin lips curled slightly, and he stood behind Ye Qingluo, clenching her tightly curled pink fist.
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips tightly, her eyes radiated coldly: "I was just thinking, I should have cut off her limbs and castrated her in a jar!"
"I'll do it for you." Di Moxuan lowered his head and rested it on Ye Qingluo's shoulder.
His five fingers forcefully inserted between Ye Qingluo's five fingers, and his fingers intertwined.
The woman's petite body was held tightly by the man's broad chest.
Ye Qingluo was not used to it, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing became short of breath.
As she struggled, Di Moxuan's arms tightened even more.
There was a faint smile on his evil and handsome face.
"This... this is..."
Mu Zifei's expression was a bit weird.
He squinted at his elder brother, then looked at Di Moxuan, speculating about his relationship with Ye Qingluo.
"The purple robe is alluring, and the elegance is peerless... Presumably, Your Excellency is the Lord of the Emperor's Palace, Lord Emperor."
Mu Zifan withdrew his needle hand, looked at Emperor Moxuan with warm eyes, nodded and smiled.
However, when his eyes landed on the interlocking hands of the two people and the same ring on their hands, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.
Di Moxuan narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, tightened his arms around Ye Qingluo's slender waist, and nodded calmly; "Xiao Yu was treated by the young leader himself, and I must thank you very much."
"Doctors are meant to save the world and help people, so there is no need to thank them." Mu Zifan smiled lightly, "What's more, Miss Seven is my friend."
The two men's eyes met, and it seemed that they had set off a storm.
"Who... who asked you to do it!"
Ye Qingluo didn't notice the turbulent undercurrent between the two men.
Seeing the two Mu brothers, their eyes were fixed on her.
Her cheeks were even more rosy and hot, she raised her foot, and stepped on Di Moxuan's instep fiercely.
Nima!
What the hell is this man trying to do!
It's okay to touch her in private, but in front of so many people, he still pretends to be intimate with her!
To thank Mu Zifan, she should also thank her!
Why did he thank Mao for Xiaoyu, and thank you again
Damn!
What the hell!
Lord Emperor Zun, you are always out of your mind, right
The night is clear and the wind is messy.
Fortunately, Mu Zifan didn't delve into this issue, turned back and continued to give Ye Fengyu the needle.
Mu Zifei felt the strange atmosphere in the room, coughed dryly, and changed the subject: "Miss Seven, whose limbs did you say you were going to cut off just now? Could it be... You avenged the Eighth Young Master?"
"Hmm." When Ye Qingling was mentioned, Ye Qingluo struggled less, and his eyes were covered with a layer of coldness, "I broke her veins."
"Depend on… "
Mu Zifei opened his mouth wide, looked at Ye Qingluo in disbelief, his fingers kept shaking: "You... you actually broke her veins? She, is your fourth sister, right?"
"So?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and sneered.
"I mean, you're not afraid...your father..." Mu Zifei waved his hands repeatedly when she saw that she had misunderstood him.
Immediately, he frowned worriedly, "Your fourth sister is in the Ye family, and she is considered a middle-class profound practitioner. If you ruined her, your father may be..."
As one of the four great aristocratic families, the Mu family naturally had some understanding of the Sanquan sect.
It is also very clear that Ye Tiankuang is extremely disgusted with Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo destroyed a profound practitioner of the Ye family, how could Ye Tiankuang let her go
"Afraid? Since I dare to do it, there is nothing to be afraid of." A sharp chill shot out from Ye Qing's eyes.
Can Ye Tiankuang stand up for Ye Qingling
Is he good enough