Chu Wuxin's slightly raised lips showed a bit of evil under that stern face.
Ye Qingluo's eyes were slightly cold, and his tone was also condensed a bit: "Don't use this kind of tricks played by children to provoke me and Ah Xuan."
"Don't underestimate a man's jealousy." Chu Wuxin saw that she was not as angry as she imagined, nor did she look flustered at all, so his brows furrowed unconsciously.
Ye Qingluo snorted lightly, and the coldness in his eyes became even worse: "Chu Wuxin, don't turn yourself into a look that even you hate."
Her words made Chu Wuxin's expression shrink little by little.
Ye Qingluo glanced at him indifferently, then walked towards the battlefield.
Chu Wuxin was right in one sentence.
Before entering the space of spiritual consciousness, Ah Xuan specially untied her enchantment, not just to let her demons enter her body and feel sorry for herself.
Ah Xuan knew that she couldn't really stand in a safe place and watch the battle between the mysterious practitioners of the major forces and the Dark Palace.
Thinking of this, the firm light in Ye Qing's eyes became even brighter.
Ah Xuan was still fighting with his wounds, preventing the plans and actions of the Dark Palace.
She can't just sit here and wait for death!
At least, these people in black robes in front of them must be dealt with!
and…
without delay!
Even she, in this formation wrapped in black and evil energy, will be caught by the demons, almost lose control, and be swallowed by the demons.
Not to mention other profound practitioners.
Ye Qingluo looked in the direction of the man in black, his eyes half-closed, cold and treacherous.
Just about to leap, fly towards the man in black robe.
Behind him, Chu Wuxin's voice sounded again: "Ye Qing Luo."
She didn't look back.
Chu Wuxin had already walked quickly and teleported to her eyes.
Ye Qingluo looked up at him.
He frowned, and looked at Ye Qingluo for a moment: "What did you mean by that sentence just now?"
"Huh?" Ye Qingluo didn't react.
"What you said just now." Chu Wuxin, "Tell me, don't turn yourself into a look that even you hate... Why do you think I hate that kind of myself?"
Ye Qingluo looked at him quietly.
His eyes were calm and cold, without any ripples.
After a while, she parted her pink lips lightly, and said in a soft voice: "Chu Wuxin, what I said to You Ji was from my heart."
Chu Wuxin was not someone who took advantage of others' dangers.
His self-esteem and pride would not allow him to do anything to her in that situation.
The words Chu Wuxin said were just to stab her.
only…
This way, I'm afraid even he himself can't accept it.
He has never been a person who can use words to stimulate and hurt people.
Like him, I am afraid that even he himself hates himself very much.
Ye Qingluo took a deep look at him and didn't look at him again.
Immediately, he passed him straight away, leaped onto Xi Jue's back, summoned the green dragon, and rushed into the black-robed man.
Until Ye Qingluo went a long way.
Chu Wuxin was still stuck in place.
His whole body was stiff, like a stone statue.
What did you say to Youji
In my mind, there seemed to be a girl's sweet and firm voice—
"I don't know Chu Wuxin, but the only thing I can be sure of is... Chu Wuxin is not that kind of person."
—
"What if I did?"
—
"you will not."
So firm, so straightforward, so trusting.
Chu Wuxin froze her hands, slowly raised them, and pressed them on her chest.
An indescribable joy spread in my heart.
For a long time.
He pursed his lips and smiled softly.
That smile, like the first melting of ice and snow, blooms a sparkling youth.