Her icy voice sounded, but after Situ Wuyou heard it, Shenshui's eyes were cold and vicious, and her voice was still very soft: "My silly Xuan'er, I can't bear to hurt you in this world, how can I let others hurt you? A penny!"
After saying that, he picked her up and walked towards a gorgeous carriage not far away, carved with red sandalwood, brocade and jade, and the curtain of Shu embroidery hangs low. Prosperous.
As he walked past Nalan Chenkong with her in his arms, he said coldly, "Prince Nalan, it's up to you to abolish Dantian yourself or use Mo Yu to atone for your sins."
After he finished speaking, he ignored the shocked and stunned crowd.
After putting Mo Lingxuan on the carriage, he touched her slightly messy hair and said in a gentle voice, "Haohaosheng, rest, I'll be by your side to protect you."
After saying that, he sat next to her. Under the light purple wide sleeves, there was a white hand. Although it was a man's hand, it was long and beautiful. The skin was as white as congealed fat, the fingers were as slender as spring onions, and the nails were round. Fen Ying, very beautiful, picked up the curtain of the car window with her fingertips, her eyes were sharp and said:
"The Mo family's head is getting more and more forgetful, let's go."
After he finished speaking, the carriage slowly left. Mo Haotian looked at the carriage away in horror, his eyes darkened and he fainted.
Everyone hurriedly supported him with their eyes and hands, and at the same time, at the door of Mo Mansion, many of them shouted at Mo Haotian, and the crowd became a mess.
Situ Wuyou took Mo Lingxuan all the way to the outskirts of the city. Mo Lingxuan closed her eyes and didn't say a word. Situ Wuyou kept looking at her.
"Have you seen enough?" Mo Lingxuan opened her eyes after a long time.
The two looked at each other, and the carriage fell into endless silence again.
"How can I see enough." He came over for a long time before he spoke, reaching out to her face.
Mo Lingxuan raised her hand to open his hand, but he held it back, and then he also lay down, lying beside her, holding her tightly.
"Xuan'er, you are something I can't see enough of in my eternity. You are still unique to you. How could I treat you as someone else."
"Situ Wuyou, didn't you always think of me as Luoyue Qingcheng?"
"She... chi..." He wanted to say something after hearing this, but he chuckled at random: "You're still eating your own vinegar."
When she heard Situ Wuyou's words, her face turned a little unnaturally warm: "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll know when you get there."
"Situ Wuyou, who are you?"
"I.."
"My son is here."
Just when he was about to speak, Jiang Yu's voice rang from outside the car, Situ Wuyou stood up, and Jiang Yu put up the curtain, he got off the carriage and turned around and stretched out his fair fingers, Mo Lingxuan was also hypocritical, and reached out to let him put herself away. pulled out.
After getting out of the carriage, they looked around and saw a lush mountain in front of them. I don't know when they had reached the top. The eight white horses all had snow-white wings and were now slowly parked behind them.
There was a gorgeous palace at the end of the mountain, and there was a tower on the top of the hill opposite the palace, which was connected by an iron chain suspension bridge. Situ Wuyou led her towards the palace.
The hall is extremely gorgeous, but there is no one in it, but it is really neat and clean. I think it is the original that people often come to clean.
"What is the tower at the back for?" Mo Lingxuan looked at him and asked.
"Lingyin Tower, that's..."