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Chapter 892 Who Is Scolding This Sovereign
"strong."

"Lie, I beg you, don't go, I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want anything to happen to you."

Ban Xia begged him with tears like rain: "Lie, Murong Yan has a special status. She is the minister of Dali Temple. She has a prominent family background and high martial arts. Her uncle is also a prince. Her younger brother is also the lord of the fantasy palace. She won't What happened, no matter what, Murong Yan is protected by them, so why did you want to go over and intervene?"

"strong."

Dugulie's heart was in a mess.

His mind was full of Murong Yan's charming and charming appearance, and her sad and tearful appearance.

No!

He would rather fall into their conspiracy than go and see for himself, otherwise, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

If something really happened to Murong Yan, he would not be able to survive.

"Go away!" Dugulie kicked Banxia away, his voice was cold and terrifying, his crazily eyes were like the magic fire raised by a demon king, he put on a black cloak, held a long sword, and rode on Litma ran out crazily.

Ban Xia chased after her, looking at the figure that was drifting away, looking at the snow and sand rolled up by the horse's hooves, she roared: "Lie..."

She knelt on the ground decadently, with tears all over her face, she muttered to herself: You still care about her, you still care about whether she is right or not.

Shadow, who is the personal body guard, will naturally follow, he rides a strong horse with Dugu Lie at his side, riding the wind: "Sovereign, what do you think will happen to Miss Murong?"

Dugulie held the rein and remained silent.

"Sect Master, are you worried about Miss Murong?" Ying Ying asked desperately.

Dugulie glanced at him coldly.

Shadow shut up in fright, thinking to himself, isn't he just asking nonsense, if he doesn't worry he can go to the capital.

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Beijing.

Tree Tree Restaurant.

The three drank tea in the attic.

It's almost dusk, thick clouds are slowly floating in the sky, like a grandfather on crutches, the golden sun is covering the shoulders of clouds and clouds, quietly aiming at the three suave and different colors of Shushu Restaurant the men.

Murong Che's temperament is rather impetuous, he paced back and forth anxiously, looking out of the window from time to time: "Uncle, what did I say, that bastard can't come."

Li Aotian was dizzy from his shaking, he pinched his temples: "Che'er, sit down!"

Murong Che muttered: How old are you still calling me by my nickname, but he still sat down.

Holding the teacup, Bai Moru seemed to have mixed emotions, he didn't know how he would feel when he saw Dugulie for a while, that was his rival in love, he didn't know how powerful his rival in love was, but he wanted to see Murong Yan deeply What is a loving man like.

All the complicated emotions are immersed in Bai Mosi's clean eyes.

Li Aotian is the most restrained, he calmly taps on the edge of the teacup and waits quietly.

Dugulie will come, he will definitely come, if his love for Murong Yan is deep in his bones, then he will definitely come.

A quarter of an hour later.

The impetuous Murong Che's head was about to smoke: "Uncle, why don't we save my sister by ourselves, what are we waiting for him, that bastard, that bastard, that..."

"Who is cursing this suzerain!" A domineering voice came through the door, and just listening to that voice, one can feel how mellow this person's inner strength is.

Murong Che was startled.

This voice is domineering enough, wild enough.

Pushing open the door, wearing a black cloak, Dugulie with an eagle crown walked in coldly, and glanced at the three people present.

(End of this chapter)