The blood bone savage king hissed and roared, and the impact of the bones became more and more fierce.
That momentum seems to have lost its mind.
Ye Qingluo was startled by that crazy appearance.
"What's wrong with him?" Ye Qingluo looked sideways at Di Moxuan.
Although the blood bone barbarian is crazy.
But Ye Qingluo was not worried that the blood-bone barbarian king would break through the protective shield concluded by Emperor Moxuan.
Di Moxuan glanced at her faintly, and rubbed her hair with a big palm as if to comfort him: "I am eager to verify for myself the fact that the emperor of the gods passed away."
Ye Qingluo blinked her charming eyes: "Do you think... his obsession with the Emperor of the God Emperor is a bit abnormal?"
Di Moxuan's hand covering her head pressed her hard: "Stop thinking about it, no matter what feelings he has for the Emperor of the God Emperor, it has nothing to do with the Emperor of the God Emperor."
Ye Qingluo raised her hand, grabbed his big palm, and stared at his eyes with a half-smile.
"What are you looking at?" Di Moxuan lowered his eyes.
Ye Qingluo grasped his hand tightly, with a suspicious look on his face: "You seem to have... more complicated feelings for the Emperor of the God Emperor than the blood-bone barbarian king."
Speaking of this, she narrowed her eyes again: "When you were talking to the blood-bone barbarian king, it sounded like...you are like someone who met the emperor of the gods tens of thousands of years ago..."
The slender fingers of the hand she held in her palm moved suddenly.
Ye Qingluo glanced at his hand and raised his eyebrows: "You can't really be an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, right?"
She thought that she, who had lived two lifetimes, and Di Moxuan were considered siblings.
But now it seems...
Di Moxuan lived countless times longer than her in two lifetimes!
Ten thousand years old monster? !
Ye Qingluo was shocked by this thought.
Her words, coupled with the messy expression on her face...
Di Moxuan's face turned black.
The big palm directly pressed Ye Qingluo's head: "What kind of messy things are you thinking about with your head?"
"This is a very serious calculation!" Ye Qingluo said solemnly, "I now seriously suspect that you want the old cow to nibble on my little tender flower!"
Di Moxuan's fingers suddenly changed directions.
The slender jade fingers clasped her jaw.
That glamorous face suddenly approached Ye Qingluo at close range.
Between the pupils, the man's face, which was completely irresistible to her, magnified.
Yuya's sandalwood scent also fills the nostrils.
Ye Qingluo's vision couldn't stop trembling slightly.
With both eyes, he looked at the face of the man approaching for a moment.
Then, listening to his deep and magnetic voice, it floated into the eardrums: "Could it be... I am a person who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and you are planning to abandon me?"
Obviously, it was the kind of pitiful and aggrieved words.
But when the man said it, there was an inexplicable evil.
Very seductive.
Ye Qingluo couldn't hold back immediately: "Don't give up, don't give up! Even if you are a thousand-year-old monster, I still love you!"
Di Moxuan narrowed his eyes: "Huh? Ten thousand years old monster?"
The sound of "hmm" was so deep and magnetic that Ye Qingluo's little heart skipped a beat.
Look at that face, that voice...
Where does it look like a person who has lived for thousands of years
"Cough, that's not what I meant, what I mean is, even if you are really from ten thousand years ago... I wouldn't despise you." Ye Qingluo had a strong desire to survive, so he immediately changed his words.
Di Moxuan just twitched his thin lips.
The appearance of a half-smile is even more frightening.