After a night of heavy rain, the temperature was already very cold, and the aura emanating from Qiansha and Mo Yanhuang had the momentum to freeze the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Yanhuang raised his eyes, even though he was half-sitting on the muddy ground, he couldn't resist the nobility of the king, but now he was a little decadent and bloodthirsty.

When he saw Qiansha's blaming eyes, his heart suddenly tingled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I... It's late. ”

His pupils were trembling, but only Qiansha could see it.

What the others saw was still a hazy white fog.

Qiansha's body stiffened, this man, cried.

The Mo Yanhuang, who was high up on the altar and was located on the altar, actually shed tears for a phoenix.

Chisha found that he had relented a little, and he couldn't continue to blame the man.

"Somebody did it. Chisa asked.

Mo Yanhuang shook his head, hugged Feng Zitong and stood up slowly, his soaked clothes dripping with water, his long hair sticking to his handsome cheeks, and there was a decadent and sexy beauty in his embarrassment.

This man is charming in every way.

"Black Wind. He shouted.

Hei Feng carried the man who was knocked unconscious by him in his hand and walked to Mo Yanhuang's side: "Master." ”

"Give this man to them for interrogation, you go back, and bring the flower to the deity, and only give you two hours. Mo Yanhuang said lightly, holding Feng Zitong and leaving cautiously.

Seeing this, Qiansha returned to the thousand-faced space in a flash, from today on, he should not leave Zitong half a step, when such a thing happens, the emperor will definitely kill him, and he himself will not forgive himself!!

At the same time, Lianyue also returned to space.

Qin Zijin and Feng Aya wanted to follow Mo Yanhuang back to the temple, they wanted to take care of their master, they wanted to know what happened to their master, but they couldn't enter the temple.

Fusu took the man in Heifeng's hand, and his eyes burst out: "Let's go, go back to the Lingtong Medical Center, if you don't find out the mastermind behind the scenes, I won't call Fusu!!"

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Putting Feng Zitong's body lightly on the brocade couch, Mo Yanhuang half-squatted on the edge of the couch, staring at her face in a daze.

Her injuries were under control for the time being, just waiting for the flowers to come and treat the hole in her stomach.

"Little things... I'm sorry. Mo Yanhuang whispered in Feng Zitong's ear.

Feng Zitong's words left in the Gramophon Stone, he remembered every word in his heart.

She said: Mo Yanhuang, tomorrow, we will meet in the suburbs of the outer city, and I will tell you if I have something to say, I will wait until you come.

"But little thing, I'm in a coma, I'm in self-pranayama, and I woke up very late, so I missed the time you agreed, and now you are on the verge of life and death. ”

His eyes were red, and he continued: "So little thing, are you angry with me, are you hating me more?"

Mo Yanhuang was like a child who had lost his sense of direction, holding Feng Zitong's hand tightly and unwilling to let go.

Once upon a time, Mo Yanhuang was so cold, ruthless, and said nothing, but now, whenever it comes to Shangfeng Zitong, he is cautious and gentle like water.

Love can really change a person.

Mo Yanhuang's body was already weak, and he was drenched in the heavy rain for a long time, and then he spent spiritual power to treat Feng Zitong, but he finally couldn't stay up at this time, and he slept heavily on the edge of the brocade couch, but his hand was holding Feng Zitong's hand tightly, and he didn't want to let go.