Chapter 816: No matter what, you are my queen! (1)
No matter what, you are my queen! (1)
The deep voice was filled with distress, and it was very familiar to Dongfang Xiaoxiao.
She could even call out that person's name right away.
Instinctively, she opened her eyes to see clearly the person calling her.[
At this moment, the darkness directly swallowed her consciousness.
If Dongfang Lixiao had not passed out, she would have smelled the familiar scent of ambergris floating in her nose at this moment.
"What happened to her?!"
Picking up the unconscious Dongfang Lixiao on the high platform, Ximen Yehan looked at Chen Lu and asked coldly.
There was no surprise on Chen Lu's face, he acted very calmly.
In fact, Ximen Yehan's appearance was already expected by him.
He even had no intention of stopping Ximen Yehan.
"Cao'er's soul control technique has been lifted, you can take him away!"
He raised his palms lightly to signal the tribesmen who were rushing over not to act rashly. Chen Lu just raised his hand and took off the feather mask on his face.
In a flash, he landed in front of Qiu Shuihan and stopped him.
"Get out of the way!"
The autumn water is cold and he drinks in a low voice.
Seeing his enemy Ximen Yehan right in front of him, how could he not be jealous.
Qiu Shuihan could only wish to kill Ximen Yehan now to relieve the hatred in his heart.
"If you dare to take action, I will kill you now!"
The sound of morning dew is faint but has a decisive flavor.
In his flowing white sleeves, the strange-shaped black dagger was already coldly pressed against Qiu Shuihan's throat.
"Are you crazy?!"
Qiu Shuihan glared at Chen Lu's face angrily.[
Chen Lu was silent, but the dagger pressed against his throat became tighter and tighter.
The pointed tip of the dagger represents his determination.
It seemed to be saying that if Qiu Shuihan dared to move, he would kill him without hesitation.
"Let's go!"
Holding tightly the eastern dawn in my arms, Ximen Yehan dodges away.
Behind him were Shi Jingtian holding Luo Jincao, and Huarong holding phosphorus powder tightly between his fingers, ready to set people on fire at any moment.