"Miss Seven is right. Ben, this elder is the only elder of the Sanquan Sect, and has the obligation to help the suzerain grow." The sect elder replied tremblingly, wiping his sweat.
Ye Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at Ye Fengru again: "Second Young Master, since you are standing here now, then, I will regard you as choosing the future you want to choose."
The body of the man mentioned suddenly tensed up.
He raised his head and looked at Ye Qingluo.
Ye Fengru, who has gone through many changes, is now quite different from before.
The handsome face that was always gentle and elegant like a gentleman has been replaced by a cold, expressionless face.
His eyes were as still as still water, as if they couldn't make a ripple in his heart.
Only when he looked at Ye Qingluo, did his eyes fluctuate slightly.
Ye Qingluo moved her body lazily, found a comfortable position in Di Moxuan's arms, and immediately picked up the teacup beside her: "Ye Fengru, since you have already made your choice, I will give you this chance. "
The teacup is misty.
It set off that stunning and alluring face, hazy and mysterious.
She took a sip of the tea, which was very fragrant.
She closed her eyes contentedly, and continued: "Remember, you have no next Beiming clan, and I will save you with my own life."
The air in the hall suddenly froze.
The cold light eroded everything around it.
With her eyes closed, Ye Qingluo could clearly feel the chill emanating from Ye Fengru's body.
She frowned and opened her eyes.
Di Moxuan had circled away the teacup she was holding with her fingertips, and put it back on the coffee table.
His slender fingers held her hand.
The warm interaction was not affected by Ye Fengru at all.
"Second brother." Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, Ye Fengyu hurriedly turned to look at Ye Fengru, and called out with a laugh.
At the same time that Ye Fengyu called out "Second Brother".
Ye Fengru blinked his icy eyes.
The cold light released from his body disappeared at this moment.
All the arrogance was restrained.
Ye Fengru clasped his hands tightly, took a step back, and stood behind Ye Fengyu.
Ye Fengyu breathed a sigh of relief, raised a smile, and looked at Ye Qingluo: "Sister, second brother..."
Ye Qingluo raised her hand to stop Ye Fengyu from pleading.
Ye Fengyu is not only close to Ye Qingluo, but also in awe of Ye Qingluo.
Immediately, he lowered his head, not daring to speak again.
"Ye Fengru." In Ye Qingluo's sweet voice, no emotion could be heard.
Ye Fengru cupped his fists with a respectful look.
"I mentioned the Beiming family, not to deliberately expose your scars."
Ye Qingluo sat up slightly, and looked at him seriously: "I just want to tell you one thing, Beiming is using his own life for your chance to live well, if you really care about Beiming, you should For her, and with her share, let's live together."
Ye Fengru's pupils constricted, and the veins in his clenched fists were bulging.
Ye Qingluo said in a low voice: "If your surrender now is because you secretly have some unreasonable thoughts, don't blame me for disregarding Beiming's affection and sending you... down to meet Beiming."
After a pause, her voice was lowered, a little ethereal.
"Don't waste the opportunity Beiming fought for you."
Ye Fengru's body tensed up.
The fists hanging on the sides were almost embedded in the bones.
Ye Qingluo didn't speak again.
Ye Fengru didn't respond either.
The atmosphere in the entire hall seemed to have fallen into a low pressure.
A few people just felt that even breathing became difficult.
But none of them was the first to break the deadlock.