And as expected... it's because Ye Qingluo...
that unstable factor.
With Ye Qing falling, everything is possible!
Die Shengfa stared blankly at Ye Qingluo, at the girl in the red dress with a flaming, enchanting smile.
His eyes slowly moved to the young girl again... that man dressed in glittering purple looks like an exiled immortal.
Inexplicably, Die Shengfa only felt his legs go weak.
"Shadow." Ye Qingluo didn't look at Die Shengfa any more, but squatted down halfway, reaching out to help Mo Yueying.
"Don't, don't touch me..." Mo Yueying said eagerly, like a mechanical voice, as if fast forwarding.
As soon as she finished speaking, her brows were tightly knit into a ball.
Seeing Mo Yueying's painful expression, Ye Qingluo's hand could not stop: "Stop talking, I'm here, I'm fine now."
Ye Qingluo's hand reached out to Mo Yueying...
"No, no... it will devour, devour..."
Mo Yueying eagerly wanted to avoid it.
But the words that came out suddenly got stuck in his throat.
because…
Ye Qingluo's hand passed through the black air on her body and touched her body.
The soft little hands made Mo Yueying's delicate body tremble slightly.
Immediately after...
Mo Yueying felt that the severe pain in her body, the feeling of leaving her soul, was easily suppressed by that hand.
Mo Yueying's beautiful eyes were a little dazed.
The empty eyes stared fixedly at Ye Qingluo's hand.
That hand seemed to carry the function of purification.
Purify all the black energy around her.
Her petite body was embraced by the girl's slender but extremely secure arms.
"It's all right now, with me here, no one can hurt you." Ye Qingluo's voice was clear and shallow, but full of reassuring warmth.
Mo Yueying twitched her eyelashes, staring blankly at Qingcheng's face who was close at hand.
A heart that has never fluctuated.
At this moment, there was a faint sign of recovery.
"Whoosh—"
Suddenly, Mo Yueying keenly sensed a chill coming from one side.
She quickly moved her eyes and looked in the direction of the coldness.
Then he met a pair of... cold, gloomy eyes.
That is…
Lord Regal...
Why does Lord Regal... stare at her like this
Mo Yueying blinked her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at Di Moxuan whose face was getting darker and darker.
He noticed Mo Yueying's movements.
Ye Qingluo's gaze also looked over.
After seeing Di Moxuan's face, Ye Qingluo gave him an annoyed look: "I treat Ying Ying as a younger sister, and it's normal to hug her. Could it be... you want to hug her?"
With a sullen face, Di Moxuan spit out two words: "I don't want to."
"Then why are you staring at my shadow?" Ye Qingluo protectively pulled Mo Yueying into his arms and hugged her tightly.
Di Moxuan's face darkened even more.
No matter how slow Mo Yueying's reaction is...
There is also a strong feeling at this time...
Lord Emperor Zun seems to want to force her out of Qing Luo's arms...
"Cough... Well, leave the shadow to me to take care of..." Yan Xiaoyi looked at the expression on Lord Emperor Zun's face, and rushed out to smooth things over.
She took Mo Yueying from Ye Qingluo's arms: "Qingluo, you need to deal with the Anyou Palace first, I can take care of the shadow, I can take care of it..."
As she spoke, she glanced in the direction of Di Moxuan from the corner of her eye.
Just like that, Mo Yueying was transferred into Yan Xiaoyi's arms.
Only then did Di Moxuan's complexion improve.
Ye Qingluo: "..."
National Vinegar Altar—Emperor Moxuan!