Charming Demon King Palace: This concubine is very charming and cute

Seeing it, the wild cat quickly summoned Mier, and asked Mier to heal him.

Fortunately, the treatment was timely, and the soldier quickly returned to normal, but he did not wake up.

"Gu Yue smiled?!"

The wild cat clenched its fist tightly and was about to rush out, but its hand was grabbed.

The wild cat froze for a moment, looking at the person holding his hand, he couldn't help being stunned. [

Because the person holding her hand was the masked man in gray.

His hand was very warm, and he was so eager to hold the wild cat's hand.

The wild cat looked at him suspiciously, and then showed a smile:

"Do you want me not to go?"

"It's safer for the princess to stay here."

The man in gray said after a pause.

"No! Because someone told me that I want to become strong, so strong that I don't need anyone around me to protect me, so strong that I don't need anyone around me to sacrifice myself for me.

Although for me, I can't reach this level, but at least I can fight side by side with them! "

Ye Mao looked up with a smile and looked at the man in the gray mask with sincere eyes.

The man in gray froze, and then let go of his hand.

The wild cat brushed past him with a very low voice, even choked up:

"Mu Ziqiu, it's great that you're fine!"

The man in gray raised his head in astonishment, trying to catch the wild cat, but the wild cat had already passed him and went straight to the outside of the hall.

He held his hand tightly.

Immediately, he raised his hand and slowly took off the mask.

Behind the mask is Mu Ziqiu's extremely gentle face and eyes as quiet as autumn water.

In a flash, Mu Ziqiu had disappeared in place.

The wild cat flew to the outside of the hall with a broom. At this moment, the two sides were in a state of hostility that was on the verge of breaking out.

Gu Yue stood facing everyone with a smile, always smiling, while Elder Wu stood behind him. [

Behind him are many goblins of the Yaozu who followed.

But here, Lie Feng held a light whip in his hand, his eyes were burning, and his blond hair fluttered in the wind.

Bei Mingcang's face was cold, and the black-red sword in his hand shone with dazzling light.

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Many relatives guessed it right, that's right, it's Mu Ziqiu...

But why would he do it?