The young girl's face was pale, and she didn't have that aggressive strength just now.
Delicate body, being caught.
Then, he was drawn into a generous and warm embrace.
"Xiao Luoer..." Di Moxuan's voice was somewhat nervous and worried.
Ye Qingluo wanted to open her eyes and smiled at him, trying to reassure him.
But just opened it.
There was blood in front of his eyes, which turned into pitch black.
She couldn't open her eyes.
The dizzy mind made her lose the ability to think.
In the end, in the gentle and tender "Xiao Luo'er" calls of Di Moxuan, she completely lost all consciousness.
"Xiao Luoer?!"
Sensing the change in Ye Qingluo's breathing, Di Moxuan's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes gleamed, fixedly staring at the person in his arms.
After feeling the girl's pulse.
Di Moxuan's face became darker and darker.
He clasped his five fingers tightly, gritted his teeth and popped out three words: "Chu, Wu, Xin!"
Damn Chu Wuxin!
It doesn't matter whether Xiao Luo'er will forgive Chu Wuxin or not.
He will never forgive!
Di Moxuan tightened his arms, raised his voice, and called out in a low voice: "Ah Xuan, Bei Yuan."
Two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in the night.
"Stay here, don't let other things that don't have long eyes get close." After Di Moxuan gave these words, he hugged Ye Qingluo and flew away.
Tang Beiyuan stared blankly at the direction where Di Moxuan left, and his figure disappeared completely.
Only then did he come back to his senses, and slowly stood up.
The man on one side is tall and stalwart, with a handsome face, but his eyes are rigid and serious.
The man's eyes kept falling on Tang Beiyuan's body.
Seeing her standing up, she was still in a daze, and comforted her: "My mistress will be fine."
Hearing the man's voice, Tang Beiyuan's eyelashes trembled.
When he raised his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Well, I know, with Lord Emperor Zun here, the mistress will definitely be fine."
She had seen with her own eyes how much her master cared about Ye Qingluo.
Her daze was not because she was worried about Ye Qingluo.
Just... envious.
I'm envious of the relationship between Lord Emperor Zun and Mistress, no matter what time it is, it's just that the relationship can make you so sweet that you can't help but laugh...
And she...
Even with her fiancé by her side.
Even within reach.
But she still felt, as if separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, out of reach.
Tang Beiyuan lowered her eyes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth collapsed.
"Yuan'er." The man felt Tang Beiyuan's depression, raised his hand in confusion, and put it on her shoulder, "What's wrong?"
Tang Beiyuan raised her head, looked at Lang Lixuan who was a head taller than her, and was stunned.
Soon, there was a smile on the brows and eyes: "It's okay."
"En." Lang Lixuan stroked her face lightly, and didn't ask any more questions.
The man wiped his face with slightly cold hands.
Tang Beiyuan stretched out her hand subconsciously, and held the hand he wanted to withdraw.
Lang Lixuan was startled, and looked at her suspiciously.
Tang Beiyuan gritted her teeth, boldly put the man's hand on her waist.
Then he turned around and put his hands around his neck: "We haven't been close for a long time."
To be more precise.
It's been a long time, we haven't seen each other.
Every time they meet, they just glance at each other in a hurry.
Then, leave in a hurry.
Let alone a hug to feel each other's warmth.
It's just a hello, and I didn't even have a chance to say hello.
"Yuaner." Lang Lixuan moved away from her waist, and broke off the two hands on her neck, "Master Dizun told us to guard Jubao Exchange, so we will guard it well."