Chapter 819 : Nobody Can Hurt You Again
Welcoming Mo Qingcheng held her in his arms, and wiped away the big tears from the corners of her eyes with his slender fingers.
Warm lips kissed her cold forehead: "Okay, okay, I'm here. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙) No one can hurt you anymore."
Ye Xuanji unconsciously tightened her fingers on his shirt.
She wanted to push him away and tell him that she was angry, very angry,[
Because he was the one who hurt her.
But--
But having just escaped from the line of life and death, she was still a little fragile in her heart.
This embrace was something she had always longed for, and she couldn't bear it for a moment...
"Come on, be good and tell me, are you injured anywhere?"
He raised her little face and coaxed her patiently.
He always likes to treat her like a child, but she is not a child after all, and she is not as easy to fool as a child...
Ye Xuanji raised her eyes bitterly and saw his attire clearly.
There is a butterfly-shaped mask on his handsome face, and a gemstone is hidden in his flowing long hair.
Dressed in white clothes flying like snow in the night wind, she looks like an immortal, elegant and graceful.
This is the attire of Master Jingtian.
It turns out that he came here as Jing Tianshi...
Did he receive a letter of help from Lord Huanglong, and it happened to be that he saved him, or did he come just for himself?
Ye Xuanji found herself struggling with this issue and couldn't help but shook her head.
When did I like to think so much and care so much? It’s really terrible!
She has always been free and easy and informal, but she never thought that one day she would actually care about such trivial matters...
She didn't want to think about it anymore, so she shook off his hand and looked down.
I found myself standing on a big tree with him,
And below was a sea of fire, with countless soldiers running out of the sea of fire crying...[
Lord Huanglong remained dazed, as if he had lost his soul, he escaped from the hall surrounded by countless guards.
The chaos below turned into a mess of porridge.
At this time, he still had the leisure to be affectionate to himself...
winnowing
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