Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 2159 Unspeakable love [3]

Since he treats his beloved woman, shouldn't he be the saddest person when she is crying?
Mo Lan acted so indifferent.

Without the memory of seven years ago, he really broke up with love, no longer moved by the old love?

There was a gloomy ice ripple in the witch's eyes.

Mo Lan doesn't love Nan Wushuang, how can she use Nan Wushuang to contain him?
"Since Master Mo Lan can't handle it, why not let me handle it."

Nan Wushuang looked at Mo Lan in a daze, would he...would stop it?
Mo Lan was expressionless.

"Let me think about how to deal with this 'gift' given to you? Well...Since Lord Mo Lan doesn't like it, then destroy it. Nan Wushuang, Nan Great General, the pillar of the Southern Empire, Zhong Zhong It seems a pity to destroy the most prestigious ghost general in the world, how about giving it to those elves who have committed crimes?"

Mo Lan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The witch raised her eyebrows.

Mo Lan flashed her figure, bullied the witch, and stood in front of her with awe-inspiring manner, "Do you dare to touch her?"

The witch suddenly sneered, "As long as Master Mo Lan speaks, I will naturally not touch her again."

Mo Lan stared at the witch.

The witch laughed even worse, "Okay, the gift has been delivered, Lord Molan can enjoy it to the fullest, I will not disturb Lord Molan's good deeds later."

She smiled and left.

Only Nan Wushuang and Mo Lan were left in the water prison.

Without the support of the elves, Nan Wu's double-wounded body soon couldn't support her standing. Mo Lan approached and stretched out her arms.

Nan Wushuang subconsciously shook his head and took a step back.

Mo Lan took a step forward.

Nan Wushuang bumped into the wall suddenly, and the heart-piercing pain spread to her whole body, making her scalp numb.

Mo Lan reached out and took her hand gently, "Don't stick it against the wall."

Nan Wushuang was a little embarrassed, this was her first close contact with Mo Lan...

I can't help but feel a little nervous.

Mo Lan held her hand, looked at her all over her body, and was seriously injured.

Nan Wushuang thought of her being raped in the inner room, she suddenly shook off Mo Lan's hand, "Don't touch me!"

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment.

Nan Wushuang looked away, "I'm not worth it."

Mo Lan frowned, "You shouldn't come to the elves."

Nan Wushuang showed a sad smile, yes, she shouldn't have come, but she still came, for what, to meet him, now that she saw him, she was no longer the original Nan Wushuang, and she was no longer worthy he...

Silence spreads in the dungeon—

Nan Wushuang didn't want to look at Mo Lan, but couldn't help but look at it. She thought this was probably the last time she saw Mo Lan.

Can she be tolerated once?

"That woman called you Lord Molan?"

"Ah."

"Are you an elf?" But the elf has silver hair, and he is black, just like the human race.

"Ever heard of dark elves?"

Nan Wushuang frowned.

"The dark elf who is not accepted and recognized by the elves is me."

"You... when did you know your identity?"

Mo Lan pursed her lips. In fact, he already knew that he was not a human race. Since when did he know it? He should have known it since he was ten years old.

That day, the four elders of the elves went to Jinyang country, and he saw them.

"Mo Lan, I seem to have heard that the black elves are powerful and extinct long ago, and why does that woman address you so respectfully? Since you know your identity, why did you come back?"

(End of this chapter)