Everyone, almost instinctively, followed the voice and looked over respectfully.
The man with a half mask, a pair of black eyes like ink, deep and cold, can't make any waves.
Just a look.
It shocked the audience.
This... This is the aura of a truly strong man!
Compared with the pretentious aura of Anyou Palace, it is more submissive from the bottom of my heart.
Who is this man...
This doubt has arisen in the hearts of countless people.
On the other side, Yan Zhenfei's eyes were also tightly glued to Di Moxuan's body.
In the eyes, there is a gloomy hope that cannot be hidden.
Such a noble and powerful man.
To be worthy of her.
This man belongs to her! It's hers!
It can be said that the thoughts in the minds of the women present are all the same.
Want to own it.
But he felt that his sacredness was unattainable.
At this time, the man with half mask spoke again, his voice was icy cold: "If Xiao Luo'er can't match those people, I will naturally attack."
His eyes slowly fell on Gu Jingyu.
The icy chill, like frost in December, covered Gu Jingyu's body.
Di Moxuan continued: "In the world, no one can hurt Xiao Luo'er, not even myself!"
His words fell silent.
His eyes returned to the place surrounded by the dozen or so guards.
Just for a moment.
The man's icy eyes were already blooming like spring flowers.
The smooth and smooth line of the chin also softened at this moment.
Such a huge contrast made everyone's admiration for Emperor Moxuan even stronger.
However, when Gu Jingyu, Yan Zhenfei and the others heard Di Moxuan's first words, they had different expressions on their faces.
Gu Jingyu was stunned for a moment, and his angry face gradually calmed down.
He stared blankly at the direction Di Moxuan was looking at.
What does this man mean...
He doesn't move.
Is it because Ye Luo is all right
Ye Luo... are you okay? !
Yan Zhenfei's face darkened a bit.
After realizing what Di Moxuan said.
She suddenly reacted to something.
Immediately shouted loudly: "Come back! You bunch of trash! Come and protect this messenger!"
"Giggle..."
The light and sweet laughter resounded in Yan Zhenfei's ears.
Like a death-defying laugh from hell.
Yan Zhenfei's body froze suddenly.
"It's too late."
With that laughter, he spoke softly.
In the next moment, Yan Zhenfei only felt her neck being pinched by a cold and soft finger.
Sharp nails, like sharp knives.
It seems that it is easy to cut through her skin.
that... that is...
That was the red-clothed girl who was engulfed after being surrounded and attacked by more than a dozen dark palace guards!
She... When did she rush in front of the messenger
So fast!
To be able to escape under such a sealed encirclement, and restrain the messenger of the Dark Palace...
Everyone once again refreshed their views on Ye Qing's execution strength.
"You... when did you..."
Yan Zhenfei was strangled by the throat, and it was very difficult to speak.
Ye Qingluo smiled next to her ear: "Just now."
There was a faint smile on her brows and eyes.
Not the smug smile after escaping from the guards.
Nor was it the vengeful smile that pinched Yan Zhenfei's neck.
It was a very shallow smile, so shallow that it made people's hearts tremble: "Speaker, don't be afraid, at least for now, I won't take your life."