Chapter 922: 'Abduction of the Night King Back to Ancient Times' 52
Under the scorching sun, the face of the visitor could not be seen clearly, but the cold breath made Su Morer feel very familiar, "Yan Xi? You are here? You came to see me, right?"
Maybe it was because her voice was too weak, and she felt helpless that had never appeared in her before.
The man did not deny it, touched her hair and said calmly, "Would you like to follow me?"
Su Mo'er did not hesitate and nodded vigorously, "I will go with you. I will follow you wherever you go."
"Never leave again?" he asked, seemingly unsure.[
"Even if I die, I won't leave." That was the happiness that she had been waiting for her whole life. After a lot of hard work, she finally got what she wanted. Su Morer would rather go up the mountain of swords, go down into the frying pan, and endure the torture of five thunders.
, and will never let go of his hand.
For the first time, I saw my wife smiling so sweetly, and her already beautiful face glowed with a dazzling look that made people unable to take their eyes away.
Although she was so sick that she could no longer recognize anyone, a warm current flashed through Su Ying's heart, "Mo'er, you're too tired, come and rest in my arms for a while, and then we'll go home after I say a few words to the princess.
"
Su Mo'er immediately widened her eyes warily, and stood between Su Ying and Yan Chuyao. She tried her best to block the exchange of sight between them with her body, and said in a panic, "Let's go, let's go now, don't look at Tao Xiao anymore."
Wei, I, I..."
She was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her previous strength and domineering power were all gone. No matter how advanced her martial arts skills were, Su Moer was still an out-and-out woman at heart. In an emotional battle where martial arts and resourcefulness were completely useless,
Her weakness is astonishing.
The little boy who always stood behind his father took a step forward and timidly stretched out his hand, but did not dare to hold his mother's, "Mom?"
Su Mo'er looked at him in surprise, "Yan Xi, who is he?"
How could a little child suddenly call her mother?