In the man's deep voice, there was still a hint of worry: "No... I can't let you take any more risks!"
It's okay to say he's cold.
It doesn't matter if he is weak.
Even afterward, Mo Yueying would blame him.
He also absolutely didn't want Mo Yueying to get hurt!
Tong Ziqing obviously lost her sense of autonomy!
And his family Ying'er seemed indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.
But, he is very clear.
Mo Yueying cared about her sisters more than anyone else.
As long as Tong Ziqing shows a little kindness.
Mo Yueying would be desperate to protect the other party.
But…
Tong Ziqing is no longer the former Tong Ziqing.
She will hurt Mo Yueying.
"Qiao Yinyan." Mo Yueying's voice was still cold, but she put her hands on the man's chest and struggled, "Let me go, she can't hold on any longer."
"I don't care!" Qiao Yinyan refused to let go no matter what, "I don't care what happens to others, I only care about you!"
"Don't make trouble, Ziqing can't have any accidents." Mo Yueying's voice became more and more serious, obviously angry.
However, Qiao Yinyan refused to let go no matter what.
Outside the enchantment.
Tong Ziqing moaned in pain.
It seems that in the next moment, it will be swallowed by the coercion of the surging mysterious waves.
Countless profound waves shook the surrounding ground, cracking countless gaps.
Tong Ziqing's limp body on the ground also kept shaking along with the constantly shaking ground.
"Ka—"
"boom-"
The turbulent coercion of Xuan Bo once again shook the ground.
The cracks on the ground under Tong Ziqing's body widened.
The woman's body suddenly fell into the gap.
"Zi Qing!"
Mo Yueying's pupils widened suddenly.
With a paralyzed and emotionless face, there was an expression called panic at this moment.
She broke free from Qiao Yinyan with all her strength, and jumped out of the barrier.
Between "Gu Jingyu" and Ye Qingluo, the silent confrontation of Xuan Bo, the pressure poured down.
Rao Mo Yueying, was crushed by these two confronting forces, as if her internal organs were being squeezed.
Her petite body was so bent that her waist was bent.
However, she still rushed to Tong Ziqing's crack and bent down.
The little soft hand was about to grab the woman who had fallen into the gap...
Suddenly, a icy wind blew past his cheeks.
There is a bit of indescribable deep meaning.
Mo Yueying rolled on the spot, avoiding the attack.
When I looked up again.
In front of him, there was a young man in a blue costume and holding a blue long sword.
Those blue eyes met hers.
Mo Yueying's beautiful but big empty eyes blinked slightly, and her gaze fixedly met the boy's.
After a while, his lips moved slightly, and he spit out two words: "Leader..."
The boy in front of him is none other than Long Yunzhan.
Familiar face, familiar person, familiar deadpan.
However, the way he looked at her was different.
The boy's eyes were cold and indifferent, as if looking at a stranger.
The long sword in his hand was lying in front of him.
It seemed that in the next moment, he would attack her.
Mo Yueying's gaze slipped.
In the arms of the young man was holding Tong Ziqing who had fainted.
Even in a coma.
Tong Ziqing frowned tightly.
It seemed extremely uncomfortable.
Mo Yueying's lips moved slightly, she who was always cold and quiet, now she was even more inarticulate.
Want to ask.
But Long Yunzhan said indifferently and coldly: "If you don't want to die, take everyone back to the realm of Nirvana, and don't appear again... in the realm."
Only this sentence remained.
The boy is already hugging Tong Ziqing.
Disappeared in the thick and majestic profound waves.