The girl's appearance is alluring, like a fairy, and there is a murderous chill in her eyes.
The girl stepped on his chest with one foot.
The red dress is light, like a jumping flame.
"You..." You Ji's lips squirmed, and when he uttered a word, he pulled the muscles on his face, causing him to gasp in pain.
Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes, and her voice was cold: "My Ah Xuan is indeed not a god in the world, and he has no interest in being the ruler of the world. If your venerable is really so strong, why keep sneaking around? Sneaky, like a dark mouse, only dare to hide in dark places and do those shady things?"
Her tone was full of sarcasm.
He is also extremely disdainful of the "Valentine" that Youji said.
"I will only push you obedient dogs out, and make small moves behind your back again and again, without even daring to show your face. How dare you brag about it? With such a thick skin, I guess it can be used as a protective shield, right? No wonder I slapped you Go down, your hands hurt so much."
Ye Qingluo's attitude can be described as extremely arrogant.
Every word and every sentence, the eyes were scarlet with excitement, and the chest rose and fell violently.
But the more excited.
His internal injury became more and more painful, with bursts of severe pain like tearing.
Ye Qingluo snorted coldly, and moved her feet away from You Ji's chest.
When the feet hit the ground.
He still didn't forget to kick You Ji fiercely: "My man, I don't even want to talk about him, how dare you belittle him?"
You Ji was in so much pain that he couldn't contain his screams.
And the man standing behind Ye Qingluo, when he heard Ye Qingluo's words.
A faint smile appeared on his indifferent face.
Those rosy red lips outlined a faint arc bit by bit.
The whole face looked softer.
More and more magnificent.
When Ye Qingluo stopped kicking Youji and patted his hand.
A strong arm encircled her slender waist.
Ye Qingluo's petite body was instantly drawn into a generous embrace.
The elegant sandalwood permeates Ye Qingluo's breath.
Her heart gradually settled down.
"I didn't enjoy watching the play there, so why did you come out again?" Di Moxuan smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking at the person in his arms.
From this angle, one could just see the girl's fair neck.
It seems to be dotted with a layer of fluffy fluorescence.
It gave him the urge to bite into it.
Although Ye Qingluo turned his back to Emperor Moxuan.
But he could clearly feel Di Moxuan's scorching gaze.
She bit her lower lip, and her tone became softer: "He actually compared that Venerable who is as dark as a mouse with you! How can that mouse be compared to you!"
"So protecting the deity?"
The low hoarse and clear voice, mellow like fine wine, makes people intoxicated.
Especially whispering in her ear.
This made Ye Qingluo feel a numbness all over his body.
She blushed slightly, and struggled with her hands: "Aren't you also protecting me?"
"You are the deity's woman, so you are naturally protected by the deity." Di Moxuan straightened her body, and raised her chin with his slender fingers.
Those peach-blossom eyes as deep as the sea shone with a scorching light.
For a moment, it seemed as if her soul had been sucked into it.
Ye Qingluo's heart beat faster.
I can't be immune to the charm of the man in front of me.
The two are loving each other.
Little by little, the black figure curled up to the side drifted towards the lonely direction.
Covered in a black robe, a withered hand stretched out towards the silence...