As soon as Lang Lixuan finished speaking, he expressed his attitude with actions—
After he pulled Tang Beiyuan's hand away, he pulled the distance between them.
Immediately, he leaped onto the wall in the dark, and his entire figure was hidden in the darkness.
Tang Beiyuan stood there in a daze.
The hands that were pulled away by the man were still hanging stiffly in the air.
After a long while, he withdrew his hand little by little.
On the wrist, there seems to be a man's touch.
There seems to be a man's smell in the breath.
Tang Beiyuan suddenly twitched the corners of her lips, and gave a low chuckle.
He turned his head and walked towards the other side of the wall.
Left and right with the man, hiding in the dark.
It also completely hides the flashing crystal in the corner of her eyes.
...
Joe House.
Di Moxuan hugged Ye Qingluo and returned to the room.
The appearance of being in a hurry, but also carrying a strong coercion.
Let the few people who had just returned to Qiao's mansion run out of the room in shock.
It's scary at night, isn't it
I thought that there was a comeback in the Dark Palace!
However, after seeing the unconscious Ye Qing.
Everyone couldn't stand still, and rushed over in a swarm.
Li Mao was pulled out of Zou Mo's arms, rubbing his eyes in a sleepy manner, and when he saw Ye Qingluo being put on the bed, his eyes widened suddenly.
She jumped out of Zou Mo's arms and rushed to the bed.
"Sister... what happened to sister? What happened to her?!" Limao held Ye Qingluo's hand, but found that her hand was cold.
Lao Lie was in a bad mood: "Just now... when she was at Jubao Trading, wasn't she still doing well? Why... How long has it been..."
In his impression, Ye Qingluo and Lord Emperor Zun are perverts of the same level.
No one can hurt her at all.
Therefore, on the way back to Qiao's mansion, they didn't go out of their way to wait for Ye Qing to settle down.
Everyone did not expect...
It's such a coincidence.
Ye Qingluo was just... injured.
Onimus stood in the crowd, frowning slightly.
Obviously, he was also very puzzled that Ye Qingluo would be injured and was carried back by Di Moxuan.
"She's fine."
Among the many concerned voices, Di Moxuan's slightly hoarse voice sounded.
He also successfully suppressed those chattering voices.
Di Moxuan sat by the bed.
Limao glanced at Emperor Moxuan, and then at Ye Qingluo.
Pulled by Zou Mo, he reluctantly let go of Ye Qingluo's hand, making way for Di Moxuan.
Di Moxuan held Ye Qingluo's hand, warmed Ye Qingluo's hand with his generous palm, and continued to say softly: "I am here, everyone, don't worry."
Everyone's face paled, and they wanted to ask something.
But looking at Di Moxuan's face.
It's not easy to ask one by one.
In the end, it was Onimu who walked out of the room first.
The others left the room one after another, stepping back and forth.
After closing the door, Limao pursed her lips, holding Zou Mo's hand in displeasure and worry, pinching it repeatedly: "What's the matter, sister... Brother-in-law Di Zun didn't say anything. Clearly, how could Maomao be at ease!"
"Di Zun is more worried about her than any of us." Zou Mo stroked Fuli Mao's head, "Since Emperor Zun said it's fine, Xiao Qingluo will be fine."
"Get rid of her..."
Suddenly, a soft but emotionless voice sounded from the crowd.
Everyone's gazes rushed towards the direction of the voice.
I saw Mo Yueying in pink tuanzi costume, looking at them for a moment: "Qing Luo doesn't look like she's injured, but... Chinese medicine."