Suddenly, the leader of the dark palace seems to have thought of something.
Deep cold eyes, suddenly tight.
Xu is trying to find out whether his idea is right or not.
He reached out his hands and put them on the girl's shoulder.
Under the palm, the girl's soft and delicate body was obviously stiff.
Spin even if it is icy beautiful eyes, the face has no emotion staring at him.
No evasion.
She didn't dodge!
The master of the dark palace frowned slightly, and his palm slipped down again, pressing directly on the girl's back.
The other hand, around the girl's waist.
A little bit of force.
He held the girl in his arms.
It's easy.
The people in my arms didn't mean to avoid it.
On the contrary, after being brought into his arms.
The body is soft and soft against him.
The pupil of the master of the dark palace is constricted, and his chest fluctuates and vibrates because of tension.
"The night is clear, aren't you..."
He lowered his voice, very low, and said the rest of the sentence: "lost the power of metaphysics."
If it was night clear fall, when she saw those brothers hanging on the edge of the cliff, she would have rushed directly to save people.
It's not to let your own war pets bring those brothers up.
What's more.
If the night is clear, when he stops her to save those teenagers, he will directly start.
When the night was clear, the strength was not her breath.
So
When I saw the night fall, it was rolling down from Xuanwu's back. I didn't mean to stand up.
He suddenly understood that
What is the reason for this series of extremely strange performances.
Sure enough.
The girl who was forced to hold by him in her arms became stiff after hearing his words.
That pair of originally covered with frost of beautiful eyes, at this time is more gloomy.
A face, as of frost.
"Well, what does the master of the dark palace want to do to me Night Qingluo did not deny, light tone, as if it is not talking about their own things in general.
Dark palace arm suddenly a tight: "who do you think I am?"
His tone is full of bitterness, and some repressive forbearance.
Night Qingluo just sneered and pulled the corners of his mouth: "the dark palace doesn't always want to kill me No, to be more precise, the dark palace has always wanted me. Now, it's a good opportunity. "
"Are you a fool?" The man's tone of repression, heard a bit of anger.
He bowed his head.
Long ink hair, scattered a little, hanging in the face of the night.
It's a little itchy.
Warm air, to the night Qingluo ear spray.
Different from emperor Mo Xuan's close contact with him, his whole body is weak and his face is red and his ears are red.
Her body, more and more tense.
As if all the hair, are a root of the inverted.
All over the body, are filled with refuse his approach.
The master of the dark palace felt even more bitter in his heart. Holding night Qingluo's hands, he almost kneaded her into his body: "you know clearly that you are in danger. Why do you want to follow me?"
The suppressed voice of anger, floating in the ear.
Night Qingluo heard this, can not help but laugh out of the sound.
Long and narrow Mei Mou is light Yang, sneer the smile that fool looks at him: "you this is to care about me?"
She was clearly smiling.
What can be asked is full of ridicule.
"Master of the dark palace, do you know that when you ask this sentence, it's ironic?"
She felt that the master of the dark palace was really out of his mind.
What's more, the disease is not mild.
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