Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

Bai Ye seemed to laugh, not to laugh: "Aren't you going to collect herbs to save your son, why are you still following us?"

Lancang and she knew that this guy was absolutely weird!

Those who were so worried about picking medicines to save their children, who had followed this on the island so sternly and obediently, followed them for absolutely other purposes.

"I'm about to ask the girl, after collecting the herbs, am I still waiting for you here?"

Ojan immediately knew that he was exposed, but now he had no other choice but to bluff.

"Isn't that nonsense, you are not waiting here, do you want to swim back to the other side? If you want, no one will mind!"

Bai Ye didn't pay any attention to his busy explanation, and made a wink in the direction of Lancang. The two stepped forward to the building in the center of the island.

Ozhan gasped breathlessly, looking at their far away figure while wiping sweat, viciously raising the corner of his lips.

The two went to the ornate building.

Bai Ye carefully pushed open the thick gate, there was no one in it, and there was nothing in the hall.

She took the lead in, and was surprised to remember that the holy church she practiced in the branch hall was furnished in exactly the same style as here.

Strongly pressing down the anxiety in their hearts, the two found them carefully in the room.

A pair of tableware, a dinner plate, a dry pot, a water ladle, a few old white clothes.

In addition to these things, they did not even find a figure.

Bai Ye walked downstairs in despair, scanning the empty room in disappointment, muttering to herself: "Mother ... Where are you ... Where are you?"

"who are you!"

At this moment, a crisp sound like a hot spring heat suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Bai Ye, who was facing away from the gate, was shocked and stunned. The blood all over the body seemed to have coagulated, and his thin shoulders were trembling, unable to suppress.

At this moment, she was so afraid to look back, so that she turned around and saw not the face she wanted to see.

"It's really you!" Lancang stared at the woman in front of him. The scene in front of her coincided with everything in the past, and she seemed to have returned to the past.

The crown prince was out of control for the first time and almost flew over. Two big hands held Yun Zhongxian's thin shoulder.

He even shuddered with breath: "Finally ... I finally saw you again."

Looking at Lancang's face, she only felt familiar, and her isolation from the world for a decade or so made her memory a bit vague and difficult to digest for a while.

Lancang took no care, turned away his clothes and turned around, a slap scar appeared on his sturdy back.

"You ruthless woman, have you forgotten at old age? When you picked me up, I was being hunted down by a few gangs of people. I almost went to see God, do you still remember !?" Come out with a roar.

Suddenly, Luo Fu realized that the blurry fragments in his head came together and gradually became clear, and he extended his slender hand tremblingly.

Her warm right palm touched the handsome face of Lancang, gently rubbing lovingly, and there was comfort in the smile.

"Lancang? That's right, you are Cang'er ... I didn't expect it to be so big, let alone ... I can see you again ..."

"Master ..." Lancang knelt down and grabbed her waist directly.

Uninhibited like him, but at this moment buried in Love's arms, weeping silently.

That's right, Prince Edward is an apprentice privately collected by Yun Zhongxian, also for one.