"Little master, the matter is over, let's go back!" Ying Mei's voice came slowly.
With gentleness and respect, there is no half of the brutal appearance just now.
Xiao Bao blinked his big eyes, obediently stretched out his hand to be led by Ying Mei, and left this hidden underground stone room.
He hasn't seen his mother for a day, and he misses her so much!
Han Ye mournfully looked at Xiaobao who was being held by the little hand from behind, wishing he could replace that hand with his own.
Thinking of his performance today, his expression was extremely depressed.
He is so useless!
The hero failed to save the beauty, but relied on the medicine of the young lady and the help of the young master to get out of danger.
If it really caused the little shadow to be defiled by that beast, he... he... really has no face to live on!
Even the final revenge was arranged by Little Shadow.
He was of no help.
Even in Jiyu, among Junshang's confidantes, there are many people who are more handsome than him, stronger than him, and worthy of Little Shadow. What qualifications does he have to dream of being able to stand beside Little Shadow
Slowly, Han Ye's footsteps were as heavy as lead.
An originally fiery heart fell to the bottom.
At this moment, Ying Mei's clear and cold voice suddenly came from ahead, "Idiot, what are you still doing there?"
Han Ye was taken aback, and hurriedly quickened her pace, following Ying Mei.
However, his expression was still depressed, and he didn't even dare to raise his eyes to look at Ying Mei.
Ying Mei sighed softly, let go of Xiao Bao's hand, and said in a deep voice, "My foot seems to be injured, it hurts a bit when I walk!"
"Ah! Injured foot? How could it be? Is the injury serious?!" Han Ye panicked, and hurriedly went to check Yingmei's injury.
Yingmei's feet were indeed stained with a lot of blood, which looked a little scary.
But Han Ye didn't know that the blood was all Xuanji's.
In other words, with Yingmei's physical body, once her spiritual power is recovered, ordinary injuries can be recovered in the blink of an eye.
However, Han Ye couldn't think of these at all in his panic.
Seeing his flustered and bewildered look, Ying Mei flashed a trace of warmth in her eyes, "Idiot, what are you arguing about, you carry me back!"
"Ah!" Han Ye was dumbfounded for a while before suddenly regaining consciousness.
With a blushing face, she squatted down and carried Yingmei on her back.
When the girl's soft body was pressed against her back, Han Ye's whole body went stiff, and she almost forgot to breathe.
Xiaobao hugged the fat rabbit and followed behind the two, seeing Han Ye walking like a snail, he couldn't help shaking his head in unison.
"Tutu, idiot Uncle Han Ye must be a strict wife!"
The word strict wife management was something that Xiaobao and his mother saw in Baili Liuyin's notes together.
The fat rabbit looked up at Xiaobao, blinked mung bean eyes, and thought: Even that terrible emperor is strictly controlled by his wife, and the emperor's subordinates are strictly controlled by his wife, so what's so strange about it.
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Huang Yaoguo.
The moon is dark and the wind is high, and everything is silent.
In a remote valley, there was a strong smell of blood and rancidity, and heart-piercing wailing filled the night.
After a long, long time, the howling finally disappeared without a trace.
The smell of blood and rancidity became more and more pervasive.
"Princess, what do you think of this group of [corpse soldiers]?"
Under the night, a tall, ugly woman with wrinkles and brown and black lines all over her face stood bowed in front of Gong Qianxue.
There was an indescribable pride on his face.
Not far from the two, hundreds of people stood.
But those, perhaps can no longer be called people.