Ye Qingluo didn't want their gratitude, "If you can't save your life, then you deserve to die here."
The profound practitioners of all major forces have different expressions on their faces.
Embarrassment again, embarrassment again.
Well, they think too highly of themselves.
I really thought that Ye Qingluo was worried about them.
Ye Qingluo ignored their thoughts.
She stood side by side with Di Moxuan, looking at You Zun who was wrapped in black air.
The blood is still spattering.
As if to drain all the blood from You Zun's body.
She frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "You Zun is the young master of Anyou Palace, is the person behind the scenes of Anyou Palace really willing to sacrifice his son?"
"Are there so-called emotions of willingness and reluctance in the Dark Palace?" Di Moxuan lowered his eyes to look at her, his thin lips slightly raised.
Ye Qingluo shook his head: "No."
It is said that tiger poison does not eat its children.
The people behind the dark palace are inhumane, so they should protect their son no matter what.
Unexpectedly... In order to achieve the goal, even his own son would be sacrificed.
"I followed the alien beasts and found a medium to manipulate the corpse puppet Gu. Through that medium, I think... I should be able to find the formation eye."
Ye Qingluo thought about what happened before, before being forcibly drawn into the space of consciousness by You Zun.
She took Di Moxuan's arm: "Ah Xuan, let's go over there and have a look."
Di Moxuan looked at the girl's extremely pale face, his brows and eyes were full of distress: "Can you hold on?"
Ye Qingluo smiled at him: "You can hold on, I'm just a little tired, so naturally I can hold on."
Di Moxuan's eyes flickered slightly.
"Don't try to refute." Ye Qingluo raised his hand, and gently pressed his slender fingers on his chest.
The fingertips gently circled around his chest: "You can't hide the smell of blood on your body."
Di Moxuan had injuries on his body.
Ye Qingluo knew this from the very beginning.
And then, because of her.
Di Moxuan took another hard slap.
His injuries were no less severe than hers.
Di Moxuan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
He smiled and sighed again, seemingly helpless.
The eyes of peach blossoms, which are like water, seem to be filled with a pool of spring water, and they are extremely pampered.
The girl also raised her head slightly, her long and narrow eyes raised up, outlining a delicate and coquettish pattern.
Wearing a red dress, she is even more like the scorching sun.
The eyes of the two are facing each other.
The entire dangerous battlefield atmosphere.
They were all affected by this atmosphere.
As if between heaven and earth, they can only see each other.
Can't accommodate anyone else anymore.
When Chu Wuxin rushed over following his breath, this was what he saw.
His hurried steps stopped suddenly.
The dark eyes are like ink, staring fixedly at the front, this picture is like a picture scroll.
Little by little, the rare impatience on his face disappeared from his brows and eyes.
He just looked at Ye Qingluo.
Looking at the tenderness in the girl's eyes, and the obvious love.
Under the eyes, there is no wave.
But the whole body exudes a gloomy and sad atmosphere that cannot be ignored.
a long time.
He clenches his hands.
Let the nails embed in his palm.
"Hongqing Pavilion... Pavilion Master?!"
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, with awe in his tone.
This sound attracted the attention of many people.
Qiao Yinyan and Pei Sheng also looked over.
Qiao Yinyan frowned, walked towards Chu Wuxin, and asked in a cold voice: "Didn't Ah Luo follow you to find a team? Why did she go to Emperor Zun's consciousness space, and you... just appeared now?!"