However...
All that is within reach is a piece of air.
It seemed that everything just now was just an illusion.
Everyone's eyes were red, their fists were clenched tightly, hanging on their sides, and their chests were full of unwilling resentment and depression.
He watched helplessly as Ye Qingluo was taken away.
They have nothing to do...
Such them...
What qualifications do you have to be Ye Qingluo's backer, Ye Qingluo's backing
"Lord Regal..."
The boy from the Tianxia League had a rough voice, pinning all his hopes on Di Moxuan: "Miss Qingluo, she...she will be fine...right?"
The words just came out of my mouth.
He was pulled forcefully.
Stopped the boy from continuing to ask questions.
Liu Xiaoyu pulled the man back, and said in a low voice: "Don't poke your heart into Lord Emperor Zun's heart. If something happens to Qingluo, he is more anxious and uncomfortable than all of us."
yes…
In this world, no one loves their Lord Qingluo more than Lord Emperor Zun.
Even they themselves can't compare with Lord Emperor Zun's affection.
No... There is no comparison at all.
Everyone in the Tianxia Group suppressed the restlessness and uneasiness surging in their hearts, and looked at the man standing stiffly and motionless in front of him.
Even if the man never speaks.
The expression on his face has not changed in the slightest.
Everyone can feel...
The deep magnetic field emanating from the man seemed to envelop the world in darkness.
...
I don't know how long it has passed.
Ye Qing fell into a coma and slowly opened his eyes.
Perhaps it was too long in a coma.
She opened her eyes.
There was a violent dizziness in his head.
She couldn't help but close her eyes tightly again.
There is also a faint analgesia between the eyebrows.
Slow down for a while.
She just felt a little more comfortable, and tentatively opened her eyes again.
Apart from being weak and weak all over, there is no other discomfort.
My throat is almost about to smoke, and I feel uncomfortable.
She raised her hand, just about to get up.
A pair of soft little hands had already grasped hers, followed by the woman's gentle and respectful voice: "Miss, you are finally awake."
When the hand was held by that soft little hand.
Ye Qingluo's heart trembled.
She... hadn't been able to avoid this man's hand just now
The stiffness of Ye Qingluo's body caused the woman to ask with concern: "Miss, what's wrong with you? This servant will call the doctor immediately."
Ye Qingluo's eyelashes trembled, and with the strength of the woman's support, he sat up straight.
When I looked into it, I saw a woman about eighteen or nineteen years old standing beside the bed, dressed in a peach-colored dress and dressed as a maid, looking at her with concern.
Over the woman.
This is an extremely luxurious room.
The furnishings in the house are distinguished and elegant.
She frowned and stared at the woman: "You are..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse like sawtooth.
She coughed violently several times.
The woman hurriedly brought a cup of lukewarm water from the side, and brought it to Ye Qingluo's lips, while apologizing in a low voice: "Miss, it's the servant who didn't take good care of it, it's the servant's fault."
The water in the mouth is sweet and smooth.
In an instant, the throat that had been dry for a long time was moistened and revived.
The woman carefully supported Ye Qingluo to lean against the head of the bed, knelt down on the ground with a tight "plop", and kowtowed: "Miss, please spare this time..."
Ye Qingluo had a headache, baffled by the scene in front of her.
She raised her hand and pressed the sore brows: "Who are you? Where is this?"