The disdain and mockery on Ye Qingluo's face was completely undisguised.
In Chu Wuxin's black eyes, there seemed to be some turbulent waves constantly surging.
He suddenly moved.
A figure appeared in front of Ye Qingluo.
As soon as he reached out, he grabbed Ye Qingluo's arm.
That hand was exactly the hand wearing the Minghuang Ring.
Ye Qingluo's complexion tensed up instantly.
He... found out? !
Ye Qingluo's mind was spinning a thousand times, thinking of a way to cover up this matter and buy more time for Ah Xuan.
But, the next moment.
Chu Wuxin's hand suddenly increased in strength.
Her whole body threw herself heavily into Chu Wuxin's hard chest.
His arm held her down extremely hard.
Make her unable to move at all.
The faint plum fragrance permeated all her senses.
want to struggle.
But in exchange for a man, he hugged him harder and harder.
She could hardly breathe.
"You just... hate me so much?" Chu Wuxin's hoarse voice was full of bitterness.
He paused every word, as if venting the anger accumulated in his chest.
Waiting for Ye Qingluo to answer.
He pressed the person in his arms tightly again, almost gnashing his teeth and said: "Even if I hate me, I will not let you go!"
Ye Qingluo said that he was really out of breath.
while struggling.
I also breathed a sigh of relief.
fortunately…
Chu Wuxin didn't realize that she had been in contact with Emperor Moxuan.
but…
Now is really not the time to stay here anymore.
In terms of Chu Wuxin's keen temperament.
Staying any longer may arouse his suspicion.
Ye Qingluo put away the deep thought in her eyes, pushed the person in front of her hard, and also struggled to break free from his hand: "Do you want to smother me to death?!"
This roar was a little muffled.
It was only then that Chu Wuxin seemed to have regained a sliver of reason from his madness.
His eyes, as dark as a pool, seemed to be gathering light, gathering circle after circle.
This strange feeling made Ye Qingluo feel strange in his heart.
Chu Wuxin's hand on Ye Qingluo's shoulder was still trembling slightly.
He looked at the girl in his arms, whose face was flushed and displeased, the whirlpools in her pupils became more and more fierce.
Suddenly, he firmly grabbed Ye Qingluo's wrist, dragged her, and walked quickly towards the yard where she lived before.
This time, Ye Qingluo didn't do anything else.
Instead, they cooperated and followed behind Chu Wuxin.
When Chu Wuxin turned around.
She quickly hid Chi Yan in the flower garden beside her.
Perhaps Chu Wuxin was emotionally unstable at this time.
He didn't notice Ye Qingluo's small movements.
Along the way, it was about five steps away from the ancient tree.
The burning sensation of the Minghuang ring on the fingertips gradually subsided.
Completely disconnected.
Ye Qingluo lowered her eyes, staring at the Minghuang ring that had returned to normal, and pursed her lips slightly.
Her slender fingers clenched a little.
Gotta have another chance... go here and try it.
In the time just now, Ah Xuan should have been able to determine where she is.
She was preoccupied with thinking about the Minghuang Ring and the matter of Emperor Moxuan.
Didn't notice at all.
The man who was walking in front and holding her arm had a strange expression on his face.
Sometimes his face is grim, but full of pain.
Sometimes his face is distorted, as if he is struggling with something.
Those deep black eyes also had a strange streamer, which was constantly moving.
As if to devour, everything about a man.
The two, with different thoughts, returned to the original room amidst this strange silence.