Resolute words are like sharp silver needles.
One stitch at a time, piercing the heart of the wind chimes.
Di Moxuan was serious.
He is real, with killing intent.
The attack just now was just a warning from Di Moxuan.
For Ye Qingluo, Di Moxuan would really be desperate, wouldn't he
Feng Ling staggered back a few steps.
He tripped over a boulder and fell backwards.
The grandma of the imperial palace hurriedly supported the wind chime, looked at Emperor Moxuan with cold eyes, and spoke coldly: "Moxuan, grandma is... so disappointed in you."
She tightened her grip on the wind chime, breathing slightly short of breath.
Strong anger was released from her body.
Immediately, the eyes of the emperor's grandma turned to Ye Qingluo who was behind Emperor Moxuan.
Those sinister eyes, like a poisonous snake, made one's hair stand on end.
"What a little girl... With her pretty looks, she is the successor I have worked so hard to cultivate, making her fascinated! Good... good! Great!"
Ye Qingluo's expression didn't change at all when he heard the words of the emperor's grandma.
She quietly leaned against Di Moxuan's side, her slender wrists wrapped around his strong waist.
Heart, full of sweetness.
She remembered that she once asked Di Moxuan.
If Feng Ling really bullied her, what would he do
He said that she was his only reverse scale.
Now, Di Moxuan used his actions to show that his words were not just words.
There are strong feelings given by Emperor Moxuan.
The words of the emperor's grandma are irrelevant to her.
However, Emperor Moxuan tightened his grip on the person in his arms, and without losing his momentum, he looked coldly at the emperor's grandma: "Grandma, I am too disappointed in you."
"You!" Grandma Digong's eyes darkened, and she clenched her teeth.
"The grandma I know is extremely capable. She is the one who can properly handle the affairs of the emperor's palace when the deity is away." Di Moxuan said lightly, with a bit of coldness in his tone.
But Ye Qingluo heard it.
Not so much coldness.
Rather, Emperor Moxuan was extremely disappointed with the behavior of the emperor's grandma today.
"But... because of Feng Ling's few words, you killed the woman I cherished so much!"
Di Moxuan's tone gradually rose, revealing a trace of anger.
"You can disregard our years of love for Fengling. This deity can also give everything for Xiao Luoer!"
Words and phrases spit out from Di Moxuan's thin lips.
Grandma Digong swayed slightly, her fingers tightly clenched into fists.
"Okay... great..." The extremely hoarse voice was extremely harsh.
As soon as the emperor's grandma finished speaking, a trace of cruelty suddenly flashed in her dark eyes.
The next moment, she raised Feng Ling's body, and she rose into the air like a huge bat with its wings spread.
Di Moxuan subconsciously tightened his ring around Ye Qingluo, opening a barrier.
Suddenly, the emperor's grandma suddenly sneered strangely, and the black cloak kept flying in the air.
"boom-"
There was a huge wave, and the rally was fierce.
The direction of this profound energy's attack is not Ye Qingluo.
but...
Not far from Ye Qingluo's side, outside the battlefield...
"Cat cat!"
Ye Qingluo's gaze settled on that direction.
It was Li Mao, who was leaning on a boulder and half lying down.
When Ye Qingluo was about to take the second move of the wind chime, he specially asked Qiqi to put Limao in a safe place, and then went to save Afeng.
At this moment, Qiqi is guarding Afeng's side.
It was too late, and rushed to the glass cat.
Ye Qingluo broke away from Di Moxuan's arm, her figure flickered, and she used her footwork to quickly go in the direction of Limao...