Feng Ling's second attack has already been covered.
The terrifying and powerful edge is like a sharp blade that strangles everything in the world, making it impossible to hide.
She squeezed the unfolded Flame Devouring Fan tightly, and was already ready for the next step.
"boom-"
"Boom boom boom—"
Two deafening voices spread from all directions.
The whole flame lair was shaken.
The ground that had already been cracked was once again cracked into tiny cracks like spider webs.
Immediately, the slits in the spider web suddenly exploded.
Gravel splashed, a strong force, shocking.
only…
Ye Qingluo was stunned at this moment.
Looking at the surroundings, that terrifying and frightening force kept lingering around her, but it couldn't hurt her no matter what.
She was even more confused.
She, she hasn't even had time to make a move yet!
Suddenly, Ye Qingluo's body lightened, and a strong pulling force pulled her back.
Before Ye Qingluo could struggle, a scent of sandalwood filled his nose.
In an instant, her restless heart calmed down.
The soft back leaned against the hot chest.
She felt a warmth like never before.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist, tightly wrapping her around her.
Ye Qingluo had a beautiful face, and a happy smile appeared.
This is warm.
this breath.
So reassuring.
The corners of her lips hooked slightly, she turned around quickly, wrapped her hands around the neck of the person behind her: "Ah Xuan..."
It's her Ah Xuan.
It is he who has come.
Ye Qing's eyes were full and charming, with a moist luster.
He met Di Moxuan's peach blossom eyes that seemed to carry thousands of tender feelings.
The four eyes met, and everything was silent.
Under his gaze, Ye Qingluo had a feeling...there were only the two of them in the world.
Di Moxuan tightened the delicate body of the girl in his arms, and deeply absorbed the fragrance of her body.
until you feel her warmth.
Only then did Di Moxuan's uneasy heart calm down a little.
On the body of the girl in her arms, there was a patch of red blood.
She couldn't tell whether the blood belonged to Feng Ling or her own.
Di Moxuan could also clearly feel the viscous liquid that touched the palm of his hand when he hugged the girl.
His pupils were constricted, and his handsome face showed a cold and stern expression.
His thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was as mellow as fine wine, with deep concern and worry, as well as the pain and annoyance that could not be concealed: "Xiao Luoer, I am late..."
"Ah Xuan..." Ye Qingluo smiled like a flower, hooked his neck with a little force, stood on tiptoe, and forcibly kissed his lips, "It's not too late, I've been waiting for you."
Di Moxuan tightened his arms.
But he was worried about touching her wound, so he slowly loosened his strength.
"I'm sorry..." Di Moxuan's warm kiss was slowly imprinted on her forehead, between her eyebrows, and her eyes...
with his guilt.
Ye Qingluo suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Although, I kept telling myself in my heart.
If Di Moxuan sensed that she was in danger and rushed over.
Sandwiched between her and the emperor's grandma, there must be a dilemma.
Thinking wholeheartedly, to solve the immediate crisis by himself, and take away Limao and Afeng safely.
Don't let Di Moxuan get involved.
But the deepest part of my heart...
I still hope that Emperor Moxuan can appear.
To be able to fall from the sky like a divine mansion at this time.
It's just that such a moment of warmth can't last long.
After the vortex dissipated, Grandma Digong and Feng Ling could clearly see the powerful barrier blocking Feng Ling's attack.
The two hug each other tightly.