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In the hearts of the onlookers, a tidal wave rose in them, driving them to do something.

But, none of them moved.

They are both mysteries, and they also have their own weapons.

I understand the mood of the night at this time.

Breaking a mystery's natal weapon is equivalent to breaking the mystery's life.

His own natal weapon was broken in his own hands.

As the owner of the natal weapon, he wants to find his own weapon.

Doesn't depend on anyone.

The onlookers remembered Fang Cai, Nangong Lin's words.

In my heart, I felt disgusted with the God Class of the Upper Xuan Academy, the first beauty called Zi Qianqian.

It's just a game.

Zi Qianqian has always been aggressive, and she also uses the Heavenly Silk Staff to defeat Ye Qingluo.

It even broke the natal weapon of the night clearing.

Really over-the-top people......

It's Zi Qianqian!

The onlookers watched rummaging through the stones, their little white hands were stained with blood, and their eyes couldn't help but show admiration.

Even people who didn't have a good impression of Ye Qingluo before, they all have a feeling of empathy at this time, and their eyes looking at Ye Qingluo are much softer.

All this, Ye Qingluo didn't have time to take care of it, and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

Her eyes were red, and she rummaged through every corner of the stone.

The Xuan Qi in his hand, palm after palm, slapped away the fine broken stones, not letting go of any gaps.

Flame Eater......

I always thought that the flame fan that guarded her.

but it was broken in her hands.

Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips tightly and sped up the speed in her hand.

One hand was about to turn over the stone in front of him.

Before he stretched out, a pair of slender long legs appeared in front of him, white and slightly dazzling.

Ye Qingluo raised his eyes blankly, and met a pair of peach blossom eyes with anger.

He held out a hand to her, and his peerless face was gloomy: "Get up." ”

Before the word "Ah ......" was spoken, the sound of the night came to an abrupt end.

Her hands were covered by two warm palms.

As soon as the body was light, the person was forcibly dragged up.

"Yes, I'm sorry......" Ye Qingluo lowered her eyes, her eyes slightly moist.

The man's hand gently touched the wound on her hand, bringing a cool touch.

The pain gradually disappeared where he swept over.

"Know what's wrong?" He lowered his voice, magnetic and low.

Ye Qingluo's eyes drooped lower, and he bit his lower lip lightly: "I didn't take good care of the Flame Eater Fan, that's your ......"

"Wrong." The man interrupted her directly, and his voice became colder, "Come back with me." ”

This is the first time that Di Moxuan has spoken to her with such a tone and such a look.

The eyes were red when the night was clear, and there was an inexplicable feeling of tears surging in the eyes.

She's not a crying woman.

More precisely, she never shed a single tear.

No matter how hard and tired you are, even if you face death.

She won't cry.

Tears are a symbol of the weak.

But......

At this time, the Flame Eater Fan was broken, and her heart was suddenly empty.

That feeling of emptiness made her feel complicated.

And Di Moxuan's attitude made the complex emotions in her heart more and more magnified.

Immediately, I felt the urge to cry.

Di Mo Xuan stared at Ye Qingluo quietly for a long time.

Although Ye Qingluo lowered his head, the hair that was blown away by the wind revealed his reddened eyes.

His heart seemed to have been pricked by something.

Suddenly, something softened.

After a long time, Di Moxuan sighed lightly, stretched out his hand and put his hand on Ye Qingluo's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Get out of here with me first." ”