The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The people who were already waiting for the Gateway were also swept away by the blue light. White Ze, Bifang, Silver Bow and Arrow and Red Lotus all disappeared.

Several people were lifted to the ground and looked shocked in the direction of Muang.

Only Luo Yunxiao stood still, but the hand placed on his chest slowly eased and the red red in his eyes gradually retreated.

Looking at Muay surrounded by blue light, his mouth slowly lifted an arc.

Joyful and desperate, gentle and sad.

……

Mu Yan's natural sword, though just shaped, is extremely unstable.

And the strength of Ning has far surpassed the peak of the Hujin continent.

His demonic sword is also a natural sword, but it condenses decades earlier than Mu Yan.

How Muay can resist.

She was able to survive the third assault of the Demon Sword, already because of her sword heart, much more solid than other swords.

With the slight breaking of the sword, Mu 'an feels the pain of almost tearing his soul apart.

As Qihuang said, she is now fixing too low and her natural sword condenses too early.

Once the natural sword is broken, the sword's heart breaks down, and it can no longer become a sword repair; worse, it is likely that even the soul will follow the grey smoke.

But by this moment, it's already a thousand shots, can't go back and forth.

Yet, at a time of near despair, a powerful energy descended from the sky, covering her body.

Warm and warm, soothing her every inch of the sutra, flowing through her fields, wasting her soul.

The pain that would have torn my heart apart gradually disappeared.

Muay felt like she was wrapped in a warm embrace.

The embrace was so familiar and so reassuring that she truly made it to happiness.

And under this day, there is only one embrace that will make her feel safe and happy.

Mu Yan stared suddenly.

However, she felt her arms turned into substance, into a pair of firm and powerful hands, into a wide chest and held her dead in her arms.

The fierce and impatient heartbeat on her ear, the hot breath, the sweat dropping from her jaw, and the slightly trembling hands holding her all showed how palpitated and frightened the master was.

Moe raised her head slowly and had time for one beautiful pair of ice blue eyes.

Deep in her eyes, she burned the flame of a bear, like she couldn't help but swallow it.

“The Emperor?” Muang was ecstatic and hugged someone. "What are you doing here? ”

It was only when she saw the man in front of her that she realized how overflowing misery was.

At this moment, she even forgot about the crisis she had just experienced for nine lifetimes and how fierce the anger in the eyes of the Emperor was.

Immersed only in the joy of meeting again for a long time, forgetting this evening, forgetting where you are.

The emperor breathed the familiar and vibrant breath of the young girl, a heart that almost burst out of her throat before slowly falling back into place.

God knows how panicked he was when he just arrived in Shizuku.

The fear and anger accumulated in his heart made him want to hang the disobedient woman and teach him a lesson.

But when you see a smile like a flower close by, you're attached to the joy of peach blossoms.

The anger was like a skin ball that had been punctured, and it just sort of dissipated.

The Emperor chewed his teeth three times and eventually only spit out a cold ice. “Don't you want to watch yourself die?! Are you trying to keep Benjun a widow before he's married? ”