The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 121 Moved, It's Really You

Seeing that Xuanyuan Mochen had jumped off the cliff, the man with the ghost mask was startled slightly, surprise and disbelief flashed across his eyes, then he waved his sleeves and lifted off the ghost mask on his face, revealing that it was actually a A face of stunning beauty, a face that transcends men and women, an indescribably beautiful face.

He laughed coldly, "Haha...Xuanyuan Mochen, after you die, no one in this world can stop me, haha...God helped me, haha..."

The wild laughter of the man in the ghost mask echoed on the top of the cliff.

"Feng Qianya..." Xuanyuan Mochen who jumped off the cliff was surrounded by a silver light to protect him from falling to the bottom of the cliff.

But the cliff is surrounded by deep clouds and fog, and the surrounding area is covered with white mist, as if in the realm of chaos, which is not really visible at all.

Xuanyuan Mochen used his internal force to control the speed of his body's fall, and shouted at Feng Qianya, but Feng Qianya couldn't hear any response.

At this moment, his heart was in a tearing pain, as if his viscera had been forcibly taken away by someone, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his handsome face was covered with a look of panic that he had never seen before. Constantly surging complex emotions, fear, and unspeakable heartache...

His light brown pupils were reddish with crystal mist, and he roared sharply: "Feng Qianya, if you dare to die, this king will whip your corpse, crush your bones and turn you into ashes, so that you will never be reborn. "

But Feng Qianya did not fall to the bottom of the cliff, she was holding a branch with thick wrists protruding from the cliff with both hands, and was forced to swing on the swing.

Her crescent eyebrows were lightly frowned, and her water-cut apricot eyes went straight down the cliff at a 180° angle. She couldn't see anything in the white mist, and she didn't know how deep she was from the bottom of the cliff at this time. If the distance was not that big, she She must jump down, but now that she doesn't know the distance, she dare not jump down rashly.

There was a trace of sadness in her brows, could it be that she, Feng Qianya, was doomed to escape?
At this time, a familiar voice came into her ears.

"Feng Qianya...Feng Qianya..."

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the voice, did she have auditory hallucinations?She actually heard Xuanyuan Mochen calling her?

"Feng Qianya..." The voice became clearer and clearer.

Feng Qianya looked up, and through the white mist, she could vaguely see a figure slowly descending.

Squinting her almond eyes, Feng Qianya parted her pink lips, and asked tentatively, "Who is calling me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her waist tightened, and a big hand embraced her, and a familiar low voice with a hint of joy came into her ears, "Feng Qianya..."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qianya lowered her eyes and glanced at the big white hand resting on her waist at a 45-degree angle, then raised her eyes, and a handsome face that she was familiar with fell into her eyes.

"Xuan...Xuanyuan Mochen, is it really you?" Her heart trembled slightly, her clear eyes were slightly red, and there seemed to be crystals gushing out from the bottom of her deep eyes. As sour as being punched by someone, his calm heart was like a turbulent sea surging with waves that surpassed the waves.

Xuanyuan Mochen's watery reddish phoenix eyes locked deeply on the beautiful face she was familiar with in his arms. The heartache and fear in the light brown pupils were replaced by unprecedented joy at this moment. The joy of being lost and found again flooded his whole body like a turbulent ocean current, and his cold heart was filled with this joy, making his heart surge like a sea surge, and through those eyes, the waves surged from the depths of his eyes. out.

(End of this chapter)