He twitched the corners of his lips and smiled coldly: "Qi Luo'er, who are you acting like this for? Your performance is good, but it's a pity that I'm not interested in watching it!"
Qi Luoer's face turned pale and she looked at him momentarily.
She wanted to speak, but tears flowed out, making her throat choke and unable to speak. She just shook her head desperately.
Yue Wushang's eyes were as deep as the sea, but he was not moved at all. Instead, there was a trace of ridicule on his face: "Qi Luo'er, you don't have to act! This time, for Beibei's sake, I will spare you.
From now on, you and I will return to each other, and we will never return to each other! When we meet again, we will be mortal enemies!" [
With a fluttering movement of his sleeves, the corner of the skirt that Qi Luoer grabbed suddenly broke!
Qi Luo'er was unprepared, and she held on tightly again. This time, she used too much force, staggered, and fell down while holding on to the corner of her clothes!
"Mom!" Yue Beibei shouted in fright and wanted to rush down.
Suddenly he felt his body tighten, and his small body was tightly held in Yue Wushang's arms.
Yue Wushang glanced down lightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and said lightly: "Beibei, daddy will take you away."
No longer looking at the fallen Qi Luoer, he flashed forward and flew forward quickly.
Yue Beibei's cry was heard in the wind: "Mom! Mom! I want my mother! I want my mother!"
The crying gradually faded away and finally disappeared into the sky...
It is the instinct of martial arts practitioners to save themselves when in danger, and Qi Luoer is no exception. What's more, she is a cultivator, and her skills have reached the level of a great god.
So she accidentally fell down, and when she was almost close to the ground, she finally stabilized her figure.
He raised his head and looked above. Yue Wushang had turned into a streak of purple light and disappeared, and there was no longer any shadow.
Her whole body felt weak. She could no longer stand and fell to the ground.
The fingers of his right hand were still tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.
His left hand grabbed the tangled grass on the ground.