Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 272 The sense of security is back

Touching her tears, Jun Beicheng's expression became extremely gloomy.

My heart hurts.

He put her down, took her hand and walked outside: "Tell me, who are they all, don't leave one behind."

"A Zhou."

She suddenly hugged him from behind.

Jun Beicheng immediately stopped in his tracks, gritted his teeth, and exuded a huge cold air all over his body, aggressive.

Fu Ling's body trembled a little, even her breathing trembled.

She didn't know if she was happy or what.

At this time, like a fragile sapling, she finally found the big tree that could shelter her from wind and rain.

"Follow me to find Lan Yueya, I want him to kneel down and apologize to you."

The sound of the man's teeth gnashing sounded with a creepy coolness.

Fu Ling wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face against his strong back, slowly closed her eyes, and whispered softly, "Just wake up."

Jun Beicheng's heart moved, and Qingjun's indifferent expression was a little moved.

He turned around and hugged her into his arms, stroked her arm back and forth with his big palm, and kissed her forehead: "Be obedient, come out with me, and talk about the rest slowly later?"

Poria nodded.

She followed behind him, and suddenly found that she couldn't do anything without him.

On weekdays, no matter how mischievous she is, he will stand up for the sky falling.

It's nice to have that sense of security back.

There was already a fallout in the west wing courtyard, Lan Yueya was seriously injured, and several doctors were treating him urgently under the tree.

All the guards in the escort line drew their swords and aimed at Jun Beicheng and Mu Fuling.

When Lan Yueya saw Jun Beicheng, his eyelids twitched. He pinched his eyebrows and softened his voice: "Are you awake?"

Jun Beicheng smiled inexplicably.

Whoosh—

Jun Beicheng's speed was like a gust of wind, he approached directly in front of Lan Yueya, grabbed his neck, and slowly lifted him up.

With such great force, Lan Yueya's face quickly swelled up, blood oozing from the corner of his lips.

Beidou drew his sword and aimed at Jun Beicheng, shouting: "Let go of my young master!!"

With a bang, almost as fast as lightning, Beidou's face was slapped hard by Jun Beicheng across the air.

Beidou's small body was directly sent flying to another courtyard.

What kind of martial arts is this? Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak, and then their expressions turned into horror.

Lan Yueya's vision was blurred, his face was getting more and more purple, and his breathing was extremely difficult. If it wasn't for some internal strength, he would have been strangled to death by Jun Beicheng a long time ago!
It's about to kill someone.
Fu Ling quickly ran over to stop Jun Beicheng's arm, held his hand firmly, and persuaded him: "No, Ah Zhou, he can't die yet, it's not certain whether you have completely detoxified or not!"

Jun Beicheng looked at Lan Yueya coldly with eagle-like eyes: "I just want him to die now, and I can't wait for a moment."

Blood flowed continuously from the corner of Lan Yueya's mouth, her breathing gradually stopped, and her struggling hands hung down feebly.
Jun Beicheng casually threw him under the tree, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth: "Just this little internal strength, it's embarrassing."

"Quick, save him quickly," Fu Ling looked at the doctors, shaking her hands in panic, "Help, save!!"

The doctors were so frightened that they peed out, they crawled to Lan Yueya's side for emergency rescue, and kept pressing his chest!

Jun Beicheng smiled sinisterly.

The man's gaze suddenly shifted to the guards in the courtyard.

He looked very much like Yan Luo with a coquettish face, with a cold and mocking sneer curled up on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)