"Mrs.'s cold is not ordinary cold. It is good to suppress it with force, but the caster will suffer from a biting pain in the body of the wife, and will suffer at least three days to recover due to the cold air in her wife's body.??                                                                                                                                                                                                                                �

The lady loved His Highness so much that she was crazy. After all, she was her own son, so how could she bear torture because of herself?"

After hearing Cang Mo's words, Ye Xiyue's heart felt cold and "I can't stop persuading me."

Cang Mo was stunned.

Ye Xiyue said: "The more my wife loves her son, Huang Junye is worried about her mother. The wife can't bear to suffer his son. How could Huang Junye bear to see her mother suffer?"

"But--" Cang Mo wanted to speak but stopped. In the end, he simply couldn't say anything.

"Mrs...”

"It's not cured." Cang Mo said for sure.

Even with black clothes next to him, he slowly spoke: "In the past, when His Highness was not in the middle world, his wife would have used warm water balls to nourish her, and she would also use the elves to nourish her natural treasures."

Elf clan?

"Bingwu's relationship with her wife..."

"Miss Bing has been fostered at the Huang family since she was a child, so she has a good relationship with her wife. But Your Highness is not always there, so the relationship between the two is very average." The black-clothed one can see from Huang Junye's attitude towards Ye Xiyue that Your Highness is special to the woman in front of her.

He didn't know how long this kind of thing would last, one year, two years, one month or two months, or a lifetime.

Ye Xiyue looked at the empty yard and found that Bingwu and Huang Junye had a deep connection...

A quarter of an hour later, Huang Junye walked out of the house.

His face was a little pale compared to before, as if he had lost too much blood or as if he was weak and weak.

He leaned against the door frame and looked at Ye Xiyue.

The two people looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

"phoenix……"

"Come here!" Huang Junye said in an orderly tone.

Ye Xiyue lowered her head and walked over, her voice weakly: "Huang Junye, I don't know that it's your mother, I don't know she has cold disease, I don't know her..."

Feeling a pair of eyes staring at her with a smile, she met Na Dao's gaze before she finished speaking.

Huang Junye wrapped his hands around his chest, and a demonic smile was on the corner of his lips, "Well... continue."

He seemed to be enjoying her well-behaved appearance, laughing from beginning to end.

Ye Xiyue tucked her fingers around until she heard him talking. Somehow, her whole body suddenly relaxed. She was actually worried that Qingluo's condition was too serious, so she was afraid that Huang Junye would harm.

She suddenly reached out and hugged him, burying her head in his chest, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of her..."

Huang Junye touched her head with distress, "Silly girl, it's not your fault. My mother's illness has not been a day or two, I was neglected."

"Will there be something wrong with aunt?" Ye Xiyue asked with her head raised and slightly raised her chin.

"It's okay, don't worry. Fortunately, you left the holy grass for the black clothes this time, otherwise I wouldn't cast the spell so smoothly." Huang Junye intimately scratched the bridge of her nose.
Chapter completed!