The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 327 Mo Ran Comes 5
Jane Luo, a quarter of an hour.

You should hold on.

Asking himself uncertainly, Yuehen Qin felt that more and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The idea of ​​exerting spiritual power is so debilitating.

I'm afraid that for a long time, he won't be able to return to his original appearance.

Looking out the window, the dark and silent night sky, even the stars are hidden in the clouds.

Dawn, is it coming soon?
Now he only hopes that the fifteen minutes will pass sooner.

Stabilizing her figure, Yuehenqin stopped thinking about it.

Concentrate on conveying spiritual power.

A quiet night, very dark and mysterious.

For a quarter of an hour, who knows how many lives are tied to this quarter of an hour.

Jian Luo, Yuehenqin, Nangong Daiyue, and even Jun Moran who came all the way to where Jian Luo was.

In the open air, light and shadow are covered layer by layer, rotating and flowing.

In the enchantment, a frail woman endured heart-wrenching pain and was being reborn bit by bit.

The will in her heart supported her to survive the pain and suffering bit by bit.

Time passed slowly.

A quarter of an hour is very, very short.

But this quarter of an hour is equally long and important to her and to Huhen.

The sound of hitting the barrier.

Huhen scolded loudly.

The sound of howling wind.

Every sentence is clearly audible.

However, Jian Luo didn't care.

All she cares about is how to resist the pain with all her might.

'Ka Ka Ka' the cyan enchantment made a crisp sound again.

Huhen opened his eyes wide, watching without blinking.

After a while, the cracks became more and more dense, and the cyan barrier began to crack.

Huhen was overjoyed, "Continue."

Shouted, with unconcealable excitement in his voice.

At this time, there are still 5 minutes before Jian Luo fully recovers.

Wuhen Villa.

Yuehenqin on the ice bed 1 spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and the warm blood dripped on the ice bed 1, slowly spreading out.

In a short while, the clean and transparent bed of ice has been blurred by blood stains.

Yuehenqin was shocked, his face pale as paper.

Barrier broken?

Even so, both hands are still continuously conveying spiritual power for Nangong Daiyue.

Jane Luo, something happened.

Can't hold on anymore?
Just a little bit, a little bit closer to Nangong Daiyue's death.

He was almost able to return to Jian Luo's side.

Jane Lo.
(End of this chapter)