Dear Princess, Run Slowly

"Who's playing tricks here?"

Yan Cheng's eyes were tiny, and a huge Lingli wave smashed in that direction again.

"Sister Qianyue!"

"Miss Su!"

Feng Qianshi and Jun Mo Nian roar, but they are too injured to help them.

Besides, the deep male voice Will it be Jun Mo Li?

They dare not think!

Lingli wave blasted in the direction of the sound, bringing bursts of air breaking sound.

"Traitor! Stop it

Regardless of the pain of God's knowledge, Junmo Nian flies forward, and the burning soul dart suddenly appears in her hands.

Yan Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he waved his hand at will.

Jun Mo Nian then felt the overwhelming pressure of spirit. The five zang organs and six Fu organs seemed to shift for a moment.

The body looks like a broken catkin, and falls back without warning.

But the next second, she suddenly felt a warm embrace, suddenly hugged himself.

Looking up in panic, she saw the cold face of Feng Qianshi.

"Stupid?"

Feng Qianshi didn't control himself and roared out for a moment.

Jun Mo Nian was stunned by her roar. This kind of wind is not as simple as fighting with her on weekdays. On the contrary, it has a kind of superior momentum.

Holding her hand is also slightly trembling, Jun Mo read eyes Deng ran stare big.

"Well, you still have injuries! Let go of me

The body can't help falling, Jun Mo Nian frowns slightly. If it goes on like this, Feng Qianshi will definitely take his body and press it down!

If so, fengqianshi is not only a matter of peach blossom in the body!

But the wind thousand life but die of embrace her, die also don't let the posture of the hand.

The wind roaring from my ear, Jun Mo Nian is still struggling.

"Don't move!"

Feng Qianshi's eyes are red, staring at her struggling in her arms.

"Let go! So you'll Well - "

maybe Jun Mo Nian is too noisy, or maybe Feng Qianshi has no hand to block her mouth.

Feeling the warmth of the girl's lips in her arms, Feng Qianshi just reflected what she had just done.

The girl hasn't reacted yet. Feng Qianshi squints her eyes slightly and squeezes her cherry lips again.

It's getting closer and closer to the ground, and junmnian doesn't care about anything else now.

Boom -

"have you had enough kissing?"

Jun Mo Nian carefully opened his eyes, eyes is the wind millennium that slightly flustered eyes, and then look down, turned out to be a purple flame.

This is sister Qianyue's purple Gu prison fire?!

Su Qianyue looked at the two little lovers holding together, some helpless button ears.

"The lady's envy?"

A male voice suddenly rings out. Su Qianyue carefully puts down Jun Mo Nian and Feng Qianshi, and then turns back slightly.

"You envy it."

"It's really admiration to be husband."

A young man came out of the smoke.

Sharp eyes, just the right hook lip smile, like a knife to cut the general side of the face.

Wearing a black robe, the king is domineering

"Brother!"

"Your Highness?"

Yan Cheng stares at the boy who is coming with the smoke.

"How can it be?"?! Nanxian told me you were dead! It must be fake

Su Qianyue smell speech, will Jun Mo read down, this just leisurely get up, at this time she has already changed back to his body.

The appearance of that indifferent smile stabbed Yan Cheng's eyes.

"I said, how do you know the news of Junmo's death? There is another place I missed."

Jun Mo came forward and walked towards Su Qianyue step by step.

"Brother, you Have you recovered your memory? "

Niannian carefully looks at Jun Mo Li, who doesn't pay attention to her, but looks at Su Qianyue with a big smile.

Boom!

Feng Qianshi pulls Niannian behind him, which avoids the fatal blow.

They all looked up at the ghost King Yancheng in the air.

Surrounded by a mass of black smoke, let everyone feel a burst of depression.

Jun Mo leaves tiny squint, Mou color is invariable, but he embraces the hand of Su shallow month waist, but is slightly tight tight.

"Su Qianyue! I tell you, sooner or later, you will die in my hands

Said, ghost Wang Yan Cheng some obscure saw one side of Jun Mo to leave.

Your royal highness, the Lord of the magic hall!

Did you discover Su Qianyue's identity?

Thinking of this, Yan Cheng couldn't help thinking about the time when he crossed over with Su Qianyue in his previous life.

He didn't continue to say anything, just took a poisonous look at Su Qianyue and turned to leave.Niannian wants to catch up, but she is stopped by Su Qianyue.

Su Qianyue endures the pain and tries to make herself look less embarrassed, but the fragmentation in Dantian is too serious, and she can only support herself now.

The five zang organs are bleeding, Jun Mo Li has been putting his hand on her wrist to deliver spiritual power to her, but it is also unable to return to heaven after all.

"Now go after it. It's a dead end."

Although the voice is still cool, but listen carefully, also can not hide the weakness.

"Miss Su?! Are you ok? "

Feng Qianshi keenly hears something wrong with Su Qianyue. Su Qianyue doesn't have time to answer. Her body is burning like a flame. What else does Feng Qianshi want to say, but she is turned away by Jun Moli, who is on the side of her. Then she hugs her and turns away.

Leave Jun Mo Nian and Feng Qianshi in disorder

"remember to take the dark night and yunnuo..."

Su Qianyue has just been holding on, even if Jun Mo left in time, she couldn't take back her moves at that time.

What's more, the spirit power just now is permeated with the ghost breath.

Moreover, she is anxious to take her body to block directly, leaving her life. It's already a blessing.

The ghost breath directly broke her meridians, leading to the excessive elapse of spiritual power.

So now, Su Qianyue has once again become a waste of firewood.

Even compared with the next world, she went straight back to the origin.

Jun Mo left full heart is remorse, if he just appeared a little more in time, mother is not will not be scattered?

Thinking of this, he was angry with Yuli for many things!

He is also angry that his cultivation is not perfect.

Su Qianyue feels the remorse of Jun Mo Li. Suddenly she is weak and raises her eyes. She reaches out her hand and pulls his clothes tightly.

"Jun, Jun Mo Li..."

Hearing Su Qianyue's call, Jun Mo Li agrees.

"For my husband."

Jun Mo is still a cold face, but the worry between the eyes is not deceptive.

"I miss you so much..."

Su Qianyue finished, in front of a black, feel the meridians are broken, spiritual power in a little bit of overflow.

The dry and dilapidated Dantian is as fragile as a three-year-old baby who can easily push her down.

The hand loses the dint of hang down, wear the gentleman Mo to leave that instant flustered facial expression.

Her lips slightly hook, emerged a smile of satisfaction, and then completely lost consciousness.

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