Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

"People don't seem to be there..."

He squatted down with facial paralysis, looked at the big hole split by the dense lightning, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Eggy jumped on his head, muttering something.

"Who?"

"who is it?"

At this time, some people jumped out from all around and surrounded the facial paralysis.

"It's a waste of time, right?"

"Chichi-chi-chi-chi!!!" Eggy's long silver hair almost stood on end, and she stared.

"Isn't this guy a fool? No... look-"

At this moment, everyone saw the elf on his head.

At the same time, Dandan's figure rushed out like a flash of lightning, and the facial paralysis also rushed out behind Dandan.

"Catch up!"

"Quick, this man is very suspicious, and he is carrying a strange thing!"

It was already light.

The sun was projected in large swaths, and the morning wind carried a damp smell mixed with soil. He followed the bloody footprints and walked to the front of the road. At this moment, his steps stopped. It was Nalan Zhenyue who fell to the ground and was bleeding profusely.

He walked in front of her, looked down at her, no longer the condescending eyes, but a kind of complexity that he didn't even notice.

He hugged her with both hands, his long hair fluttered, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked the end of his eyes.

The wild flowers all over the mountain are fragrant, flying with the morning wind. .

When Nalan Zhenyue opened her eyes, she felt as if the bones all over her body had been dismantled and put back on again, as if she had come back from a journey in hell.

They met a pair of eyes.

"Are you awake? Great!" It was Jun Shaoqing.

Nalan Zhenyue was taken aback, and looked around, "Where is this place? What happened..."

Her words paused, and she suddenly thought of what happened before. If it wasn't for her body, she really thought it was a dream.

"This is Nanwu Hall."

"Nanwu Hall?"

Jun Shaoqing slightly lowered his head, "Palace Master... We will come back after you recover. You were injured so badly that you fainted on the ground, so—"

He was interrupted by Nalan Zhenyue before he finished speaking. She widened her eyes and grabbed Jun Shaoqing's sleeve, "Where's the god puppet?"

Jun Shaoqing was stunned, and immediately understood what she said, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the Palace Master will return it to you if he says it will be returned to you. You should rest well and take care of your body."

Nalan Zhenyue showed a suspicious expression.

Jun Shaoqing blushed, "Is that why you don't believe me?"

"It's not you, it's him."

Jun Shaoqing's cheeks turned red, "Actually, at the beginning, the palace lord wanted to untie the relationship between you and the god puppet, but tried various methods to no avail, so he sealed it all up. ...The palace lord will undo the seal for him, you should heal your injuries first."

"I hope so, and I hope I don't have to struggle again," she whispered.

"No! How could it be thanks to you this time, otherwise..."

"Otherwise we won't be able to see the sun today!" Laughter came, and it was Bei Tangxun in a plain white robe.

The wound on Bei Tangxun's body had already been bandaged, and he walked to Nalan Zhenyue's bed, showing a gentle smile.

Nalan Zhenyue was silent, and asked after a while, "Where's Yuqin?"