The Mistress of Anyou Palace suddenly seemed to think of something.
The cold and deep eyes suddenly tightened.
Perhaps it was to test whether his thoughts were right or not.
He stretched out his hands quickly and put them on the girl's shoulders.
Under the palm, the girl's soft body was visibly stiff.
Immediately, the cold eyes stared at him with no emotion.
Did not escape.
She didn't run away!
The Mistress of Anyou Palace frowned slightly, and slid his palm down again, pressing directly on the girl's back.
The other hand wrapped around the girl's waist.
Use a little force.
He held the girl in his arms.
Effortless.
The person in his arms had no intention of running away.
Instead, after being put into his arms.
The body leaned limply against him.
The pupils of the Mistress of Anyou Palace constricted for a while, and her chest was heaving and shaking due to tension.
"Ye Qingluo, are you..."
He lowered his voice, very deep, and said the remaining half of the sentence: "I lost my profound strength."
If it was Ye Qingluo, when she saw those brothers hanging on the edge of the cliff, she must have rushed directly to save them.
Instead of letting his pets bring those brothers up.
Furthermore.
If it was Ye Qingluo, when he blocked her from saving those teenagers, he would do it directly.
When Ye Qingluo made a move, that force was definitely not her breath.
so…
Seeing Ye Qingluo rolling off Xuanwu's back, he didn't intend to stand up yet.
He suddenly understood...
What is the reason for Ye Qingluo's extremely strange behavior
as expected.
The girl who was forcibly held in his arms became stiff after hearing his words.
Those charming eyes that were originally covered with frost were even more gloomy now.
The face is like frost.
"Then, what does the Mistress of the Dark Palace want to do to me?" Ye Qingluo didn't deny it, and her tone seemed not to be talking about her own business.
Anyou Palace's arm suddenly tightened: "Who do you think I am?"
His tone was full of bitterness, and there was a bit of repressed forbearance.
Ye Qingluo just twitched the corners of his mouth in sarcasm: "Didn't Anyou Palace always want to kill me... No, to be more precise, Anyou Palace always wanted me. Now, it's this good opportunity."
"Are you an idiot?!" The man's suppressed tone revealed a bit of anger.
He bowed his head.
A little bit of the too long black hair fell down on Ye Qingluo's face.
Some itchy feeling.
Warm air, spraying towards Ye Qingluo's ears.
It was different from Di Moxuan's limp body and red face when he came into close contact with him.
Her body became more and more tense.
It seemed that all the fine hairs stood upside down one by one.
His whole body was full of refusal to approach him.
The Mistress of the Anyou Palace only felt more bitter in her heart, holding Ye Qingluo's hands, almost rubbing her into her body: "Why did you follow me when you knew you were in danger now!"
A suppressed voice of anger rang in his ears.
Hearing these words, Ye Qingluo couldn't help laughing out loud.
The long and narrow eyes were lightly raised, and she looked at him with a mocking smile: "Are you caring about me?"
She was obviously smiling.
But the words that were asked were full of ridicule.
"Master of the Dark Palace, do you know that when you asked this sentence, it was very sarcastic?"
She felt that the Mistress of the Dark Palace really had something wrong with her mind.
Moreover, the disease is not serious.