Ye Qingluo didn't answer his words.
She just looked at him with some strange eyes.
He seemed to be suspicious of the deep meaning in his words.
Gu Jingyu suddenly recovered, and let go of her arms.
He stood up abruptly, turning his back to Xiang Yeqingluo: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you... I just wanted... wanted to..."
He murmured for a long while before continuing to say the following words: "I just want to really let you go."
He slowly clenched his hands into fists: "Ye Qingluo...you don't want to break up with me, can I have a little expectation, in fact...you will like me...if there is no Emperor Zun, wouldn't you , will you be with me?"
The man's tone was full of caution and anticipation.
Ye Qingluo looked at his back.
Looking at his stiff, slightly trembling body.
I didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"No, no."
At this moment, a cold and deep voice sounded like a low hoarse voice that was mellow like fine wine.
That voice was mixed with cold anger.
With a pressing momentum, he came straight.
But in an instant.
The whole thatched hut seemed to have turned into an ice cellar, freezing to the bone.
After hearing the voice, Gu Jingyu, who was standing there tense, froze suddenly.
His eyes widened uncontrollably.
And Gu Jingyu's reaction is completely different...
It is the night on the bed.
She sat up straight suddenly, her eyes passed over Gu Jingyu, and fixed in front of her for a moment.
A gleam of joy surged out of the long and narrow eyes.
"Xiao Luo'er... is the deity's person, you have no hope at all."
The man stepped into the room, looked at Gu Jingyu indifferently with cold eyes: "Even if there is no deity, it's not your turn."
When he walked to Gu Jingyu's side.
The hostility between the man's brows and eyes became even worse.
In the fundus of the eyes, a ray of murderous intent could be faintly seen spreading.
"Ah... Xuan..."
The girl's inaudible breath came from the front.
It also instantly attracted all the attention of the man.
He suppressed the evil spirit all over his body.
He strode to the bed.
Just sat on the edge of the bed.
The girl had already thrown herself into his arms.
The wound on the girl's shoulder was still there, and it looked shocking.
His pupils shrank slightly, and he wrapped one arm around the girl's soft waist.
With the other hand, he wanted to ring Shang Yeqingluo, but was worried about touching the wound.
"Xiao Luoer, does it hurt?"
He looked at the girl's wound with distress, his eyes were red with blood.
Ye Qingluo buried her head tightly in the man's chest and shook.
"But it hurts." The man's mellow voice was low, and he wanted to rub the girl's delicate body into his body with one hand.
He lowered his head slightly.
In the nostrils, there is a girl's fragrance.
His eyes gradually had a little warmth: "I miss you."
Ye Qingluo wrapped her hands tightly around his waist.
Head against the man's chest.
She misses him too.
I really want to...
She planned to look for Emperor Moxuan after the fragrance of Xuanyin in her body was completely exhausted.
Unexpectedly, he has already found it.
A pair of lovers who have missed each other for a long time hug each other tightly.
It seemed that the world between them could no longer accommodate a third person.
So sweet, sincere, without the slightest impurity.
Not far away, the stiff Gu Jingyu stood there in a daze.
He dared not look back.
I don't want to watch the sweet scene between them.
But even if you don't look back.
In his mind, he could also make up countless pictures.
He knows best...
How much love is there between Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan