Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

Bai Ye frowned tightly, looking worriedly, but did not step forward.

"I won't hurt him." Di Yun took her hand and squeezed comfortably. When he looked at Si Kongxie, he repeated the sentence: "Who wins? Who loses?"

Si Kongxie remained silent for a long while, and a slight internal force rose in his palm, melting the ice on his shoulder.

But his entire arm was still unable to fall, showing the depth of the internal injury.

"I, admit defeat." Si Kongxie exhaled in frustration, tickling his lips with self-deprecation: "I will keep my promise."

He lifted his feet and moved forward with a little difficulty, trying to leave this place where he broke his dream.

Bai Ye hesitated and stepped forward: "Your injury."

"He's okay, some people will be more distressed than you." Emperor Yun arrogantly nipped her little hand, and wouldn't let her go.

At the same time, a faint wagon sound sounded, getting closer and closer.

Bai Ye looked at it in surprise, the carriage was not stopped yet, and the violent voice of an impatient son roared out: "Di Yun! What is your kid doing?"

With this familiar voice, Bai Ye estimates that he will never forget to be a ghost. He has been nagging by this way of speaking for more than ten years!

She looked at Di Yun and asked carefully: "He is here?"

Di Yun patted her shoulder gently and nodded, "He's here."

The person who came here was Mr. Fengjian, a well-known ghost and doctor, and Di Yun left these days just to find this erratic old man who had been wandering around to settle down for Baiye and completely solve his worries.

Originally they planned to go back together, who would have received the news of the stars, he hurried over, and Fengjian and Nanxiang followed.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he would go to Diyun to settle the bill.

As soon as he reached the boundary of the northern continent, he immediately felt the huge power fluctuations, and his carriage almost overturned several times. Without guessing, he knew that it was the movement made by the boy Di Yun.

However, when he followed Di Yun's gaze and looked at Si Kongxie's front, his feet were filled with lead, and he could no longer walk.

"Xia'er?" He shook his head incredulously: "You're still alive, kid! My disciple!"

Suddenly he rushed to Sikongxie, and he was already crying with tears without saying a few words, even holding Sikongxie crying and laughing like an old kid.

It wasn't until he felt the blood stains on Si Kongxie that he reacted and quickly looked at his wound.

"What's going on? Which pups dare to deal with you? Emperor Yun, are you! Dick boy, let's count our old and new accounts together!"

He rolled his sleeves and went to find Di Yun's desperate posture in minutes.

Although Si Kongxie was still very silent, he still reached out to hold this strange Huafa old man.

Although he was in the wind for the first time, he felt like an inexplicable sense of closeness when he first saw Bai Ye.

It seems that deep down, I don't want to hurt him.

The movement touched the wound, Si Kongxie groaned.

The wind quickly turned back and patted Si Kongxie's back distressedly.

"It's important, it's important to heal you first! Xia'er, let's go back first. Look at this wound, it's so serious. Come, let's get on the carriage, you slow down. Rest assured, Master, I've improved my craft so much Heal you ... "

Looking at the wind room where Xixu took Sikongxie away, Bai Ye was silent for a moment, and suddenly looked at Emperor Yun.

Di Yun looked back with a smile: "Why? Surprised?"

Bai Ye shook his head, frowning and opening his mouth: "I mean, Master is still as eccentric as he was back then. I see Brother Ignored my existence!"