Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 795 Nobody Can Hurt You Again
Mo Qingcheng was welcome to hold her in his arms, and with his slender fingers, he wiped away the large teardrops that oozed from the corners of her eyes.
Warm lips kissed her cold forehead: "Okay, okay, I'm here. No one can hurt you again.

Ye Xuanji's fingers unconsciously tightened his skirt.

She wanted to shove him away, tell him she was angry, angry,
Because it was him who hurt her.

but--

But she had just escaped from the life and death line, and she was still a little fragile in her heart.

This embrace is what she has been lusting after all this time, and she felt a little unbearable for a while...

"Come on, baby, tell me, is there any injury?"

He raised her little face, coaxing 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 only then could she see his attire clearly.

There is a butterfly mask on the handsome face, and a jeweled forehead is hidden in the flowing long hair.

A white dress fluttered in the night wind like snow, looking like a banished fairy, elegant and elegant.

This is the attire of Master Jing.

It turned out that he came here as a mirror master...

Did he receive a request for help from Lord Huanglong, just in time for him to save himself, or did he come here just for himself?

Ye Xuanji realized that she was struggling with this problem, so she couldn't help shaking her head.

When did I like to think so much and care about so much?It's really terrible!
She has always been unrestrained and carefree, she never thought that one day she would care about such trivial matters...

She didn't want to think about it anymore, she shook off his hand, looked down,
I found myself standing on a big tree with him,

And below was a sea of ​​flames, and countless soldiers rushed out of the sea of ​​flames crying...

Lord Huanglong was stunned all the time, and escaped from the hall surrounded by countless guards as if he had lost his soul.

The following is a mess of porridge.

At this time, he still has the leisurely mind to be affectionate with himself...

(End of this chapter)