But even so.
He still stabilized his figure and stopped in front of the two of them.
"Get out of the way." Di Moxuan lost his patience, and his brows and eyes were sullen.
The master of the hall closed his open robe: "Lord Emperor Zun is here in person, I can't stop it, but...Ye Qingluo..."
His words have not yet come to an end.
Something shot towards his face.
The hall master subconsciously caught the thing.
Spread your hands and take a look.
It's a pill bottle.
It's cold to the touch, and exudes a faint medicinal fragrance.
"The things are here for you, don't get in the way." Ye Qing fell into Di Moxuan's arms and adjusted his posture.
When the long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, there was a trace of mockery that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "I said... You really like Chu Wuxin, right? For Chu Wuxin, you really don't have to die. "
Ye Qingluo said that he really saw in the body of the palace master and Chu Wuxin...
Something that makes her rotten girl's soul burn.
So, it's no wonder she thinks so.
The hall master stared at the medicine bottle in his palm: "This...is the antidote?"
Ye Qingluo spread her hands: "You can also choose not to believe it."
Di Moxuan hugged her and went straight past the palace master.
The hall master stared at the medicine bottle in his hand, as if hesitating, but he didn't stop them from leaving.
After walking a certain distance.
The hall master suddenly tightened the medicine bottle, raised his head and looked in the direction where Di Moxuan and Ye Qingluo left.
At the right time, the girl was hooking the man's neck and patting his head.
motioned him to stop.
This move.
Putting it on Lord Emperor Zun's body completely subverts everyone's cognition!
However, there was no displeasure on Di Moxuan's face.
Instead, he stopped and squeezed the girl's hand on his head.
His eyes are gentle and affectionate.
Anyone can see it.
How much does Emperor Zun attach importance to Ye Qingluo
No wonder...
Ye Qingluo would be deeply trapped in Lord Emperor Zun, and would not choose Chu Wuxin.
The words of the hall master came to his mouth, and he swallowed them abruptly.
However, the girl who happened to meet his eyes slightly raised her bright red lips, and her smile was extremely cold.
"Bring me a word for Chu Wuxin."
Her voice was also clear and a bit cool.
Can't hear it, too much emotion.
"What he did, I will remember clearly, and he will not have another chance."
The words fell.
A strong wind blows.
The two figures in front of him disappeared.
The palace master grabbed the medicine bottle and took two steps forward: "What do you mean? What's the next chance?"
"Archer."
Behind him, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.
The hall master froze suddenly.
The expression on his face changed several emotions.
In the end, the corners of his mouth moved, a smile appeared, and he turned around slowly: "Qing Bing, why do you..."
His words stopped when he saw the person behind him.
His gaze fell on the side of the woman, the man who was in pain and covered in cold sweat.
"Chu Wuxin, what the hell are you doing!" The palace master rushed forward angrily, and resisted Chu Wuxin from the woman's hand.
Chu Wuxin tightly grasped his arm, looking around with icy cold eyes: "Where's her? Where's her?!"
"You still have the mind to ask her!" The palace master gritted his teeth and unscrewed the medicine bottle. "Don't you know what's going on with you? If you are asked to rest in your room, you can't be obedient? Are you really putting yourself down?" Are you willing to toss about it?!"