Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 544
Mo Yuncong's face was pale, and suddenly he grabbed her arm and moved towards her arms.

He is good at martial arts, He Yunyan is naturally not his opponent.

He staggered and fell into his arms...

Hugging this soft body that he had been thinking about day and night again, Mo Yuncong's whole body trembled: "Yunyan, I have been looking for you, do you really have the heart to abandon me?"

His voice was a little choked, and his arms tightened.

Seeing the woman in his arms whom he had loved so much all his life but failed by mistake, he almost couldn't bear to blink.

"Mo Yuncong, let me go!"

He Yunyan's pretty face flushed red at first, and then turned pale.

After all, this is the back garden of the imperial palace. If anyone passes by and sees them like this, it will be over!

Besides, why should he?
He Yunyan died the moment she jumped off the cliff, and now she is worry-free!

Wuyou, the favorite concubine of the Lord of the Yellow Dragon Kingdom...

She struggled desperately, pushing against his body...

"Slap!" He Yunyan couldn't break free, couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and slapped him!

The applause was so crisp that the snow on the branches above his head rustled down...

Mo Yuncong was taken aback for a moment, his face was instantly pale as snow, and he slowly let go of his fingers: "Yunyan..."

He smiled miserably: "You really won't forgive me?"

He Yunyan didn't seem to expect that this palm would hit, and he staggered back a step.

Her sleeves drooped, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She didn't want to look into Mo Yuncong's desperate eyes, so she just turned around quickly...

"Yunyan, is he nice to you?"

Mo Yuncong asked hoarsely from behind.

He Yunyan paused slightly: "Very good."

She didn't look back, and replied in a low voice.

The voice is ethereal in the night wind, broken and ethereal...

She stopped walking and walked quickly.
She had just turned a corner when she stopped suddenly.

Under a big tree, a man in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back. His sleeves were lightly fluttering and his black hair was flying, looking a little lonely.
(End of this chapter)