Chapter 787: Meet 2

She desperately rushed forward seven or eight feet regardless of life and death, and the distance that she had swept to was originally swept away, but this time she fought for three or four minutes, and there were seven or eight more wounds on her body, some shallow, some deep, and the deep ones could be seen bones.

Even if she heals quickly and won't die, she will hurt when she is injured, especially if she is hit by this kind of fairy sword and fairy sword blessed with magic, and if she slashes it on her body, it will hurt several times!

Her face was pale, and she glanced at the buildings in the distance between the fights, and finally couldn't help it, and shouted loudly: "Ye Yuelan, you come out!" I have something to say to you! ”

Her voice was sharp and poignant, and it spread far away, enough to spread for more than ten miles.

I believe that if Ye Yuelan is in the palace, he will definitely be able to hear it, and if he still has a little old affection for her, he should come out to see her, even if it is ...... Even for the sake of the children......

She shouted seven or eight times in quick succession during the fight, and the mournful shouts even overpowered the noise around her, spreading echoes in the air.

However, she was disappointed.

Six or seven minutes have passed, and Ye Yuelan still hasn't come out, but many palace attendants have run out and joined the team besieging her.

Isn't he there?

But isn't it the dust washing feast he made for the child today? How could he not be?

She was distracted a little, and she got another blow on the leg!

I don't know which immortal family sent this stick, the power is infinite, like Mount Tai pressing the top, there was a sound, one of her legs was broken, staggered, knelt in the dust, and saw that another knife and a sword came head-on, the wind was fierce, she couldn't dodge for a while, she simply closed her eyes, and wanted to hit hard.

She is immortal in the lower realm, and she doesn't know in this upper realm, does she? Will she die here?

Jun Crimson's heart is twisted! Bite your lip!

The expected sharp pain did not come, but two sounds of weapons falling were heard, as if they had been knocked down by something.

Then I heard a cry: "Mother...... Mother! ”

Yan'er!

Jun Scarlet opened her eyes in a hurry, and saw a small figure rushing over, and the milk swallow rushed into her arms like a forest: "Wow, mother-you are mother-mother!" ”

Jun Crimson was a little scarety in front of him, but he still saw the appearance of the child in his arms. Dressed in a moonlight white robe, he looks like he is three or four years old, as cute as a pink carving, and it is Ye Junyan who has grown up again.

Jun Crimson had wounds on her chest, ribs and abdomen, and the blood almost dyed the entire dress red, and the child was hitting one of her wounds when she crashed in, she hissed softly, but still hugged the child in her arms tightly, and said in a dumb voice: "Xiaoyan, mother, mother, mother is here......"

This child is almost her life, and now that she is holding him in her arms again, Jun's crimson eyes are also red.

And the surrounding immortal attendants were also stupid, they naturally recognized the little young master, and now the little young master called his mother......

Could it be that this woman is really the fiancée of the palace master?!

"Palace Master! The palace master is out! ”

"See the palace master!"

The crowd was in an uproar again, and they all bowed down in one direction.

Jun Crimson took a strong breath, looked up, and followed suit.

She finally saw Ye Yuelan, no, now he is the master of Xinglan Palace......

He was dressed in a moonlight-white robe with flowing cloud patterns that fluttered in the breeze. Half of the black hair is tied up by the hosta, half is draped over the shoulders, the eyebrows and eyes are graceful, but there is no femininity, a pair of narrow eyes are like starlight floating, there is a faint halo around the body, the bearing is calm, elegant like the flowing clouds on the top of the mountain, elegant like the breeze of nine days.

(End of chapter)