Ziling showed worry on her face, worried that if she left, no one would take care of the young lady.
"I'm tired and want to rest for a while." Ye Qingluo supported his body and lay down slowly.
She closed her eyes, her face full of fatigue.
Ziling tucked in the quilt for Ye Qingluo, retreated from the room, and went after Ye Fengyu.
The moment the door closed, Ye Qingluo, who had originally closed her eyes, suddenly opened them.
The relaxed and comfortable face is gone.
The plain hand was lifted lightly, and it rested on the chest that had been bandaged round after round.
Mysterious Heart Jade...
I'm afraid it's broken.
It wasn't the palm that Ye Tiankuang gave.
It was after Xuanxinyu burst out of strength when she resisted Ye Tiankuang's second palm...
Now she can't even release her profound energy to investigate her injuries.
As soon as he moved, his heart throbbed, as if it had been torn apart by something.
Enduring the severe pain all the time, pretending to be harmless.
He just didn't want Ye Fengyu and Ziling to worry about her.
Without the Xuanxin Jade, it means that she has no way to circulate her profound energy.
It is equivalent to a waste person.
She closed her eyes unwillingly, wanting to probe into her heart with her spiritual sense to see if her Xuanxin Jade was intact.
But as soon as he withdrew his consciousness, the tearing pain struck again.
"Well… "
A mouthful of fishy sweetness welled up in the throat and eyes.
Ye Qingluo suddenly opened his eyes, lay down on the head of the bed, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".
"It seems... the injury is not serious, little thing."
Suddenly, a deep and mellow voice sounded in the room, like fine wine, intoxicating.
Yeqing's body lying on the bed suddenly froze.
Is there someone in the room
She... didn't feel it at all!
Could it be that there is a problem with Xuanxinyu, and the instinct formed over the years will also have problems
Ye Qingluo's eyes were sharp, and she followed her reputation.
However, he met a handsome face of peerless beauty.
Those peach-blossom eyes, as deep as Mo Yao's, shone with an evil luster, looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.
Ye Qingluo's heart trembled for no reason.
It's him!
Emperor Moxuan!
No wonder she couldn't perceive the other party's breath at all.
"How could you..." Ye Qingluo frowned, looking at him warily.
"Little thing, have you forgotten our January appointment so quickly?" Di Moxuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
In a blink of an eye, he was already standing by the bed.
The strong wind brought the elegant sandalwood scent that belonged to him alone.
January date.
Of course she does.
This is the time limit for the Xuanxin Jade that Emperor Moxuan made for her.
"Come to send the Xuanxin Jade?" Ye Qingluo narrowed his eyes and cut straight to the point.
Di Moxuan didn't expect her to be so straightforward, and there was a meaningful smile in her long and narrow eyes: "The little thing only remembers my Xuanxinyu?"
"Of course." Ye Qingluo raised his eyes, inspecting Di Moxuan up and down as if inspecting goods, "Apart from giving me the Xuanxin Jade, do you have any other value?"
"Ha... ha ha ha ha... interesting, interesting!"
Di Moxuan burst out into a burst of laughter suddenly, his chest convulsed, and he couldn't stop laughing.
"Little thing, you are really getting more and more interesting." He leaned over, and put his palm on Ye Qingluo's chest, "The decision I made a month ago is really not wrong."
His eyes were stained with a smile.
Peerless youth, fascinating.
Ye Qingluo's delicate body trembled slightly.
Although it is clear that Di Moxuan's actions are just to detect the Xuanxin Jade in her body.
But let a man put his hand on her chest in such a big way...