The breeze is light and the peach blossoms are falling.

When the familiar snow-colored figure came into Mo Yan's eyes under the peach blossom tree, Mo Yan's heart froze, as if he was in a different world.

Garan does not seem to have restricted his freedom, or even put a shackle on him.

At this moment, he was sitting under the tree, leaning against the back of the tree and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. The mask on his face had already been removed, revealing that peerless face, which made the surrounding scenery lose color.

Mo Yan stared deeply at that figure, and at this moment, no one or anything around her could enter her eyes.

She could only see the man in her eyes who almost carved her into the depths of her soul, and even directly ignored the young woman who accompanied the man.

Mo Yan walked towards him step by step.

His face was pale, even his lips were extremely light, and his aura around him was even weaker.

You don't have to guess to know how badly he's hurt at the moment.

He used forbidden magic to restore spiritual power for her, resisted heavenly punishment for him, and in the end, he did not hesitate to burn the power of the original god...... How can there be such a stupid man in this world? For her sake, he always recklessly and at all costs.

As if sensing something, the man who had closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes.

"Yan'er ......"

He smiled faintly at her, so gentle that it was intoxicating.

But the next moment, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and his face turned two points pale, no matter how quickly he concealed it, Mo Yan still caught the pain in his eyes.

"Jun Muhan!"

Mo Yan came to Jun Muhan's face in a flash, and was about to reach out to find out about his situation, but a soft voice sounded next to him: "The holy woman must not touch him." ”

Mo Yan's hand paused, and before she could make the next move, her hand was tightly grasped by a cold hand, and then she exerted a slight force, and when she came back to her senses, her whole person was already in that familiar embrace.

"Childe, don't-"

The young woman seemed anxious.

"Get out." Jun Mu coldly spat out a word.

But the woman didn't move, but looked at Mo Yan and said, "If the holy woman doesn't want her son to die, please leave." Childe has been poisoned by empathy, and if he is emotionally attached to a woman other than me, he will ......"

Before the woman's words fell, she was violently shocked by a force and flew out.

"What about the poison of empathy?" Mo Yan's eyes were like blades, looking at the woman who fell to the ground and spat blood, "The man who dares to covet my Mo Yan also depends on whether he has that life ......"

The woman looked up with difficulty and looked at Mo Yan in disbelief, "The Holy Maiden knows, the closer you get to him, the more pain he will suffer......"

Mo Yan was about to speak, but Jun Muhan's arm around her waist suddenly retracted.

"Yan'er, no matter what the reason...... You are not allowed to stay away from me. There was a slight tremor in the man's low voice, which was obviously hard to suppress.

Mo Yan's heart ached, he turned his head, looked at the cold sweat oozing from Jun Muhan's forehead, pulled up the corner of his sleeve and gently wiped it for him.

"Jun Meiren, why do you think there are always people who want to break us up?"

"Because they are jealous...... Jun Muhan raised his thin lips lightly, wanting to laugh, but he couldn't help but cough twice, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

Mo Yan reached out and took his pulse.

The breath is disordered, the five internal organs are completely injured, and the spiritual power is completely lost.

The soul devouring blood curse over there has not been solved, and here it has been poisoned by empathy.

"Jun Meiren, now that I say that I am not a lone star, I don't believe it, you see that since you met me, which time was not injured for me?"

Mo Yan's eyes darkened a little, even though she knew that he was suffering from the poison of empathy at the moment, she never thought of leaving his embrace.

For she knew that this man would rather be tormented by poison than if she left him.

( Absolute Favor Evil Queen: Emperor, too sultry)