Mu Tiande's expression was gloomy, and he looked at Du Weiwei who hadn't moved for a long time, and his brows gradually became angry. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mu Cheng's eyes were full of doubt, and he wanted to see how Du Weiwei was on the platform, but he couldn't tell clearly.

Mu Yungu also raised his head, but he didn't have any other emotions, but he had some doubts in his heart.

Mu Yunxin and Mu Yunjin raised their eyes at the same time, and they also looked at the stage.

It's just that these two people are tightly entangled in their hearts.

Taking a deep breath, Du Weiwei's arm was stretched out again, and he bowed heavily towards the divine stone placed on the stone table.

In the next moment, the feeling of more and more pain into the bones hit, Du Weiwei only felt that his abdomen was cramping as if it was torn, and the whole person finally failed to resist the pain, and at the moment of bowing, he knelt down heavily.

Holding his abdomen with both hands, Du Weiwei's tears were already painful, and his breath began to become extremely disordered, constantly inhaling in large gulps, and the tearing sensation that churned up had extended straight from his abdomen, and he only felt that the whole person seemed to be in pain, and he couldn't hold on more and more.

Du Weiwei's head became more and more groggy, and he bit his lower lip desperately, for fear that if the pain was excessive, he would bite his tongue and hurt his life.

Up and down his body, it seemed that only the word pain was left, but he couldn't hold it up, and Du Weiwei's body suddenly fell to the ground.

It was also at the first moment when Du Weiwei bowed down, He Xiao's eyes brightened instantly, and he jumped up, ignoring any rules and etiquette, and flew to the worship platform.

In the second moment, in front of the silent worship platform, everyone heard the sound of He Xiao falling to the ground with a heavy thud except for the sound of the wind flying into the air.

It was also at this second moment that a white figure also leaped up from the front row, and an anxious voice in the air was already calling: "Weiwei! ”

Everyone saw two figures.

The ink-colored one is the king of Lizun.

The white one is the Three Princes.

Mu Yunjin's eyes darkened for a moment, and the movement that was about to rise up at the same time stopped instantly, and the afterglow caught a glimpse of Mu Tiande's gaze, but finally he didn't make much movement, and stood quietly in his seat.

Mu Yunxin's brows were obviously anxious, and as soon as his steps landed on the worship platform, he already saw that He Xiao hugged Du Weiwei.

The eyebrows and eyes were slammed, and the sharp light flashed, and he was already stopped in front of He Xiao in one step: "He Xiao!" In the bottom of his heart, a voice was telling him that at this moment, he couldn't let him take Du Weiwei away.

Du Weiwei's breathing had become extremely weak, his head was resting on He Xiao's chest, his eyes were closed, his brows were frowning tightly, and he muttered repeatedly: "He Xiao...... He Xiao...... Help me......" In a trance, he saw He Xiao's face, and then found that his body had risen into the air, and the familiar aroma came into his nose, and Du Weiwei's heart had fallen into a large area.

He Xiao's arms tightly wrapped around Du Weiwei's body, listening to her muttering voice, the anger in her heart had spread little by little, raised her eyes, glanced at Mu Yunxin, and then ignored it, but walked straight up and walked towards the edge of the worship platform.

"You can't take her!" Mu Yunxin's heart was already becoming more and more anxious, and his expression also put away all the charm, his mouth hooked fiercely, and a backhand was already patted on He Xiao's shoulder.

He Xiao's body tensed suddenly, he hugged Du Weiwei tightly in his hand, his steps spun up suddenly, and he turned around to avoid Mu Yunxin's obstruction.

"Mu Yunxin." He Xiao's deep voice was already slowly coming out with anger, "She is my wife." As he spoke, his hand had already brought Du Weiwei into his arms heavily.

Mu Yunxin's brows were completely wrung up, looking at Du Weiwei, who looked extremely unconscious and painful in his arms, his heart was also churning with anger, he knew that he was indeed not qualified to say the words that left Du Weiwei.

It's just that the words fell suddenly: "The Fenggu worship is not over yet, how can you take the Celestial Maiden away?!" ”

"Mu Yunxin!" This time, He Xiao's voice had already sounded heavily, and when he looked at Mu Yunxin, there was a chill that was getting colder and colder, and there was already an invisible anger all over his body.

The footsteps stepped forward suddenly, and the words were still low and powerful: "This king repeats, she, Du Weiwei, is the wife of this king." ”

His eyes were raised, and Mu Yunxin's eyes were also ruthless, and he met He Xiao's cold eyes.

"He Xiao......" Du Weiwei's voice was still murmuring, his pale face had already been without a trace of blood because of pain, he struggled to reach out and grabbed He Xiao's collar weakly, "It hurts...... He Xiao...... I hurt ......" and his voice grew weaker.

He Xiao lowered her head, her eyes did not leave Du Weiwei at all, her brows furrowed heavily, and she felt that Du Weiwei's hand holding her collar became weaker and weaker, and finally fell down suddenly.

Her eyes widened suddenly, He Xiao hugged Du Weiwei's arm and tightened her tightly, and her voice became deeper and lower: "Wei'er!" ”

"Weiwei!" Mu Yunxin's expression also changed suddenly, looking at Du Weiwei's silent appearance, he stepped forward, wanting to see how she was, but he was still a long way away, and was pushed out by He Xiao's violently raised palm.

Without any preparation, Mu Yunxin's body had already slammed into the stone table. There was a sudden pain in his chest, Mu Yunxin sat up, covered his chest, and there was a burst of fish in his mouth, and he finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

He Xiao's expression has completely changed, the coldness on his body has become more and more churning, his ears are close to Du Weiwei's nose, he listened carefully for a moment, and his hand hugged Du Weiwei tightly, and he has already walked to the edge of the worship platform.

Everyone raised their eyes and looked at the worship platform.

When he saw the thin white figure lying silently in the arms of the inky figure, Shui Muqing's heart finally moved fiercely, that woman, I'm afraid it will be his calamity.

Mu Yunjin's eyebrows were also raised, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at He Xiao's figure on the worship platform, and his eyes finally looked at the woman lying in his arms.

He Xiao's brows were always furrowed, and the anger in his expression burst out more and more.

His eyes swept over the people under the stage one by one, and finally fell on Mu Tiande and Mu Cheng.

"Today's Fenggu Festival, this king has remembered it." The voice of anger drifted down slowly with He Xiao's skill.

"If there is the slightest accident to her, this king will definitely pay for your lives." There was no roar, nor any loud voice, He Xiao's voice was still deep, but every word was full of real and full of killing intent.

His eyes moved away, he lowered his head, and fell on Du Weiwei's face, He Xiao's brows moved slightly: "Wei'er, I'll take you home." (To be continued.) )