Three days later.
Ye Qingluo and Tang Beiyuan walked out of the Artifact Refining Hall.
The blue hair of the two was scattered, their faces were haggard, and there was a blue color under their eyes, and they all looked exhausted.
Ye Qingluo yawned, and while walking, looked sideways at Tang Beiyuan: "Beiyuan, go back and rest first."
"What about you?" After three days of refining weapons together, Tang Beiyuan finally changed back to Ye Qingluo's address and called her by her name.
Ye Qingluo stretched lazily: "It's not too late, I can't waste any more time. I'll go back and tidy myself up, and then I'll take my weapon and rush to Nanlan Continent with Ah Xuan."
"I'll go too." Tang Beiyuan slightly hooked her lower lip, her eyes were full of exhaustion, and she didn't hide the melancholy in her eyes, "I'll go back and tidy up now, you guys wait for me."
"You..." Ye Qingluo frowned, "You should be very clear that Nanlan Dalu and his party may be in danger of their lives."
"I know." Tang Beiyuan smiled, "That's why I'm going."
Ye Qingluo pursed her lips and remained silent.
Tang Beiyuan patted her on the shoulder and smiled calmly: "What's more, these weapons for dealing with dead puppets are made by me alone. If I go together, it will be easy for each weapon to exert its maximum effect and Advantage."
"Just think it out for yourself." Ye Qingluo didn't try to dissuade her, she respected no one's choice.
After making an appointment with Tang Beiyuan to meet at the gate of the imperial palace, Ye Qingluo walked towards the courtyard.
Just turned around.
In the nostrils, the man's familiar and elegant sandalwood breath was infiltrated.
Her eyes brightened slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.
"I'm sorry, I was just dealing with the affairs of the imperial palace, so I'm late." A man's gentle and magnetic voice floated from above his head.
Ye Qingluo was exhausted all over, and unceremoniously leaned his weight on Di Moxuan's arms: "Punish you, take me back."
He just wrapped his hands around the waist of God Mo Xuan.
Ye Qingluo suddenly thought of something, his face froze with satisfaction, and then hurriedly stretched out his hands to push Emperor Moxuan: "Wait... wait, you can't hug me now!"
She just struggled.
The man's arms suddenly tightened.
The strong male hormone breath almost fascinates Ye Qingluo's heart.
Di Moxuan's thin lips were frivolous: "I haven't seen you for three days, I think you are going crazy thinking about it, how could you not hug you?"
A man's love words are low-pitched and full of magnetism.
A pair of fiery eyes seemed to be on fire.
Ye Qingluo's cheeks were slightly red.
The brain has been fascinated by the man's love talk skills and seduction.
But the body is still small, resisting the man's intimate embrace again.
Di Moxuan held her pushing hands, with a low hoarse voice, mellow and sexy: "I haven't seen you for three days, don't you miss me?"
She wants to answer no.
But his lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.
Why, every time she was seduced by Di Moxuan's beauty tricks, she couldn't extricate herself
"Why did you reject me?" Seeing that she stopped struggling, Di Moxuan smiled softly and continued to seduce.
Ye Qingluo's hands were held by him, and his body was clasped in his arms, there was no way to avoid it.
In the end, I could only blushed and said nah: "I... haven't showered in three days, the smell... is very stinky..."
After she finished speaking, she buried her face in Di Moxuan's arms.
Embarrassed, I don't want to talk anymore!
but…
After she finished speaking.
Silence, silence, filled the sky.
This made Ye Qingluo feel even more embarrassed.
After a moment of silence, she was so annoyed by the weird atmosphere, she raised her head through gritted teeth, and stared angrily at Di Moxuan...
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[(Di Moxuan): The energy of the monthly ticket has fully filled up the deity's flirting skills! This deity wants to flirt wildly! No one can stop the footsteps of this deity! !]