Ye Qingluo turned around calmly, raised her eyes, and looked at Di Moxuan.
There was a sweet smile on the corner of the mouth: "That's natural, after all, I am your 'beloved' woman."
Di Moxuan's eyebrows suddenly darkened.
This mouth has sharp teeth.
They even used the same words to block his words.
He looked past Ye Qingluo and looked at the backs of those fleeing in a hurry.
A killing intent flashed through his eyes.
He didn't like the feeling of being controlled.
Especially, it was this young girl who made him feel very different.
She wanted him to let those people go.
Then he won't let go!
An evil and sycophantic smile overflowed from Di Mo Xuan's eyebrows.
He raised his hand, his profound energy swelled, turned into billowing air waves, and shot straight away—
Just at this time…
A soft little hand suddenly pressed against his arm.
That hand was as soft as a ball of cotton.
Obviously, it looks powerless.
But unexpectedly, he pressed his hand back.
The skyrocketing terrifying profound strength was actually unprovoked, and was suppressed by this little hand.
Immediately, Di Moxuan froze.
His brows and eyes were sullen, and his complexion became more and more cold.
From the corner of the eye, he looked at his hand that was being held down.
Damn it!
Who is this girl!
How dare you repeatedly challenge his majesty? !
Do you really regard yourself as his "beloved concubine"
"To the deity..."
Di Moxuan, who had only uttered three words, had no chance to continue speaking.
His lips were tightly sealed by a piece of warm lips.
Ye Qingluo pressed Di Moxuan's hand with one hand.
With one hand, he hooked Di Moxuan's neck.
Standing on tiptoe, little by little, kissing him in the way Di Moxuan once kissed her.
The sweetness and fragrance of the girl made Emperor Mo Xuan momentarily push her away without reacting.
Instead, he also felt a little...
Very familiar taste.
Familiar with...
In his mind, a faint outline actually emerged.
As if before this.
He also kissed so intimately with a woman.
The outline gradually became clear...
Vaguely, it seems to have seen a beautiful face.
"Well!"
Suddenly, Di Moxuan felt a sharp pain in his heart.
The picture in my mind suddenly dissipated.
He violently pushed the girl in front of him away.
With a tall body, he staggered back several steps.
He stared at Ye Qingluo.
It's like looking at another person through the night.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
In the dark peach blossom eyes, there are waves of light surging, like a turbulent vortex.
Wave after wave, unstoppable.
He wanted to recall the outline he had just remembered.
But the more you think about it.
The heart hurts more and more.
This pain is not physical pain.
But the pain of tearing the soul.
The body seems to be unable to control itself...
"Ah Xuan!"
After Ye Qingluo was pushed away, looking at Di Moxuan in front of him, his heart seemed to be strangled by something, and he felt uncomfortable.
"Qingluo, come back!" Miao Yiyi grabbed Ye Qingluo's hand in time, "Central Gu is fighting against his consciousness, it should be your kiss just now that made his memory of you come back."
Ye Qingluo's pupils constricted, and even a single breath caused a throbbing pain in his heart: "Then what should I do..."
"Lord Emperor Zun's willpower can definitely withstand the centrifugation Gu, don't worry." When Miao Yiyi said this, she had no idea.
A taboo voodoo for ancestors.
She doesn't know much.
There is also no specific example to show what will happen to a person who has been hit by centrifugal Gu.