Ye Qing fell into Di Moxuan's arms, and walked a few steps towards Hell Mansion and the others.
Ye Qingluo wanted to turn around several times to see Chu Wuxin.
But Di Moxuan's arm grabbed her hard, preventing her from moving.
"Ah Xuan..." Ye Qingluo hugged Di Moxuan's waist with her small hands, and called out in a low voice, "That human face is really dangerous. If Chu Wuxin is manipulated by human face, what should I do?"
No wonder Di Moxuan was so angry.
If it were her...
Seeing Di Moxuan being hugged by another woman in front of her.
For whatever reason.
She is definitely more irritable than Di Moxuan.
What's more, he would tear up the woman who hugged Di Moxuan!
Therefore, it was only natural for Di Moxuan to be jealous and angry.
It's just... the truth is this.
But, after all, Chu Wuxin was trying to save her, so she was taken advantage of by others...
If she really didn't care about it, it would be too cold-blooded.
"If you are manipulated by someone's face, you will be killed." Di Moxuan spat out a sentence lukewarmly.
There was a trace of killing intent in his eyes.
"Ah Xuan..." Ye Qingluo's voice was a little bit coquettish, and he put his hands around his neck, "You can't say that. Before there is no evidence to prove that Chu Wuxin's appearance has something to do with the human face, if he dies, that is If he died to save me, then I owe him my life..."
"Xiao Luoer."
The man's hoarse voice was somewhat dull.
Ye Qingluo, who was interrupted, raised his head in a daze: "Huh?"
She just looked up.
The chin was clasped by the man's slender fingers.
The man's peach-blossom eyes, which were flowing with a cold light, were rippling, as deep as a pool, and couldn't see the edge: "I really don't like you talking to me in such a tone for him."
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank slightly.
"I don't like hearing his name from your mouth."
Those extremely possessive words made Ye Qingluo's curled eyelashes tremble uncontrollably.
Her eyes are opposite to his.
After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes and lowered them.
Yes, empathy.
She also absolutely does not like to hear any other woman's name from Di Moxuan's mouth.
Something she couldn't even accept.
What qualifications do you have to force Emperor Moxuan to accept it
Because too much love.
So care too much.
Because I care too much.
So no one else can get involved.
"sorry… "
Ye Qing lowered her eyes and apologized in a low voice.
Di Moxuan's hand slipped away from her chin.
One of his hands was still on her shoulder.
Ye Qingluo lowered her head, unable to see the man's expression.
All I could hear was a helpless sigh from the top of my head.
Just when the atmosphere between the two gradually softened.
Chu Wuxin, who was standing there, staring deeply at Ye Qingluo, suddenly said, "My hand hurts very much."
There was no ups and downs in that dull voice, and there was no sense of "very painful".
Ye Qingluo raised his head slightly, and looked sideways at Chu Wuxin.
"Ye Qingluo, the palm of my right hand is very painful." Chu Wuxin repeated again very seriously.
Ye Qingluo's gaze lowered, looking at Chu Wuxin's right hand hanging by his side.
That was the hand that was integrated into the body just now.
The pain, is it because of the human skin that has begun to invade Chu Wuxin's body
"If you don't come to help me, I might die from pain." Chu Wuxin continued to speak expressionlessly.
Ye Qingluo's delicate body froze slightly.
The hand on his waist suddenly loosened.