Zhizhi immediately shut his mouth and nodded obediently.
Huang Beiyue looked at the phantom beast again. The phantom beast was not as easy to intimidate as Zhizhi. He glanced at her with his deep eyes, but thinking that he cared more about Mo Lian, he also turned his head.
No news was given to Mo Lian.
"Why..." Mo Lian was a little confused. He had a sharp nose and sniffed the air gently, then said, "Blood..."
"The wound seems to have opened." Huang Beiyue said with a bitter smile, "Mo, can you help me in?"
Mo Lian nodded immediately, but instead of supporting her, he picked her up by the waist and strode towards the cave.
Huang Beiyue was a little helpless, but she let him go. She was indeed a little weak now. Besides, although Mo Lian was thin, she was much taller than her. Being held in his arms at this time, she felt a sense of joy.
An inexplicable sense of security.
sense of security?
This word actually comes to mind. It seems that she is getting more and more outrageous. What did the master teach her when she was a child?
In this world, the only person she can rely on is herself. Never think that there is someone who can stand by her side, face the joys and sorrows with her, and watch the clouds roll and relax with her smile.
It's really ridiculous for her to have such thoughts!
Sitting quietly, letting Zhizhi re-bandage the wound on her lower abdomen, Mo Lian stood outside and waited for Zhizhi to scream before walking in.
"Mo, the ascension of King Shura to the throne is a big event for your Guangyao Palace. At this time, you should go back." Huang Beiyue considered Mo Lian's situation. Hong Lian and the others should be looking for him everywhere now.
Mo Lian shook her head and said, "You are injured."
"I can take care of myself." She has always lived like this, it's not a big deal, and if the wound is taken care of slowly, it will heal soon. For a person with such tenacious vitality, a little injury is nothing.
?
After hearing what she said, Mo Lian stopped talking, pursed her lips tightly, turned around and walked out without saying a word.
Zhizhi tilted his head and looked at her in confusion.
"Don't look at me, I don't know what he is thinking." Huang Beiyue said with a bitter smile. After Mo Lian went out, her whole expression became much depressed in an instant. She stared blankly at the ice above her head and murmured.
Shout: "Nama, nightmare?"
"Yeah." Nightmare agreed in a low voice, "If you're unhappy, don't come to me. I'm not the one to complain to."
"How do you know I'm unhappy?"
"It's so obvious to you. Only a fool like Mo Lian can't feel it." Xiang said disdainfully, "As far as I know, only the orthodox bloodline of Shura City can ascend the throne as king, and Feng Lianyi is the only one who has
He is a member of Shura City’s royal family.”
Huang Beiyue nodded lightly, noncommittal, and her expression was very calm, with no trace of disturbance.
Nightmare sneered and said, "I know you want to cry. Just cry. I won't laugh at you."
"What's there to cry about? I never believe anything I haven't seen with my own eyes." Huang Beiyue said with a flat smile.
Xiang was a little surprised: "You mean...you want to go back to find him? Hey, Huang Beiyue, you are not called strong, you are called stubborn! This kind of behavior will not do any good except hurt you."
No."
"I don't like to live in the dark. Whatever is mine is mine, but if it's not mine, it's not mine no matter how hard you try. I understand this, so you don't have to worry."
