The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 51
Inlaid on the wet and cold cave wall, it even covered the cyan night pearl with a layer of transparent tulle, which is beautiful.

The left side is where Jian Luo is, and the cyan night pearl is so close that she can touch it.

Jian Luo was immediately attracted by the cyan night pearl.

It seems that the luminous pearl has its own magical power, which makes you unable to control yourself.

Slowly stretching out his free hands, his eyes were a little blurred, and he wanted to gently caress the cyan night pearl.

Jun Moran looked at the cyan luminous pearl, his eyes darkened, his eyebrows frowned, how could there be a luminous pearl here?
If this is where the glass stone is, it should be guarded by guardian beasts.

Obviously, there is nothing here except Ye Mingzhu.

Then this is.
not good!

Shouted: "Don't touch it—"

Once the words are spoken, it is too late.

Jian Luo touched Ye Mingzhu as early as the moment he thought about the reason.

Immediately, Jian Luo's body trembled, "Ah—" screamed.

Jun Moran only felt that his left hand was empty. Looking at it, there was no sign of Jian Luo beside him.

Looking at the cyan night pearl again, it also disappeared, leaving behind the cold and damp cave wall.

"Jane Luo—"

Almost roaring, Jun Moran called Jian Luo's name.

The roar echoed in the empty cave.

Except for his roar, except for the echo, there was no sound from anyone in the cave.

It was as if at this moment, he was the only one here.

He tapped the cave wall beside him with his hand, calling out, "Jian Luo, Jian Luo."

At this moment, he himself did not realize the anxiety in his voice.

Calling over and over again, knocking inch by inch, there is no sound, no breath, nothing.

The only silence in the cave was his breathing.

With dark eyes and a gloomy face, besides anxiety, there is anger on his body at this moment.

Now he can't wait to demolish this cave.

The five fingers with distinct joints tightened tightly in the sleeves. In the bottom of my heart, a voice slowly sounded, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Now he can only force himself to be calm and composed.

"Jun Moran"

The almost audible voice was disembodied and directionless.

For the first time, Jun Moran's heart tightened and he suffocated.

Close your eyes and listen quietly.

"Jun Mo. Dye."

The sound is vague, like a dying person exhausting all his strength to call out a sound.

(End of this chapter)