Ji Shang smiled arrogantly and lightly opened his thin lips: "Are you here yet?"
The woman in white smiled faintly and said nothing. The smile and look in her eyes said everything.
"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Mu Qingyan called out worriedly, her heart racing.
Looking at Mu Hanyue like this, I always feel very strange.
The woman in white paused for a moment, then turned to look at the petite blue figure below, her cold pupils unchanged.
"Mother, don't you recognize me?" Looking at the cold and distant eyes, Mu Qingyan was startled, a little scared and panicked, but more of an uneasy feeling.
This look in her eyes is so unfamiliar. What happened if my mother kissed her?
A flash of purple light suddenly appeared in the sky, with a slender and tall figure, a beautiful and enchanting face, and a mysterious and dangerous aura. The narrow and attractive purple eyes narrowed dangerously, but when they saw the familiar and unfamiliar white figure in the sky
, paused slightly.
The eyes of the woman in white collided with Jun Moye's. Her cold pupils moved slightly, but she did not speak, but just looked at each other quietly.
The atmosphere is a little weird, but it is so beautiful that people can't bear to break it, and they don't dare to break it.
The gleaming purple eyes are very deep, and there is a shallow arc on the lips like cherry blossoms: "Xiao Yue'er, I'm here."
She always remembered what she said.
No matter who she was, Di Sha or Mu Hanyue, he would always remember what she said.
Listening to that familiar yet unfamiliar voice, the woman in white paused for a moment, and her heart was filled with ripples.
His lips were slightly opened, and he wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a tingling feeling in his head. His cold pupils slowly closed, and his body fell uncontrollably downwards, and his ears whirled.
It's all the sound of the howling wind.
Purple light flashed, and Jun Moye's figure suddenly appeared next to Mu Hanyue, his big hands wrapped around her waist, brought her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.
Two figures were spinning in the sky, falling downwards, their skirts flying with the strong wind, and their hair messy, like crazy demons dancing.
The long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes moved. The woman slowly opened her eyes. There was weakness and exhaustion between her eyebrows, but the coldness and arrogance in her eyes did not disappear.
Looking at the familiar face above his head, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Ye..."
The voice was very soft, very light, as if it would dissipate with the wind in the next second, just like she was about to disappear in the sky.
Jun Moye stared at her quietly, his purple eyes full of drowning tenderness and indulgence, slowly moving towards her soft lips.
The woman in white smiled slightly, hooked her hands around his neck, and responded to his kiss.
There were no words, no words, but there was a tacit understanding, and the heart was full of tenderness, happiness, and sweetness.
Some cherry blossom petals slowly fell from the sky. Each petal was very beautiful, but it was not as beautiful as the two people hugging each other and kissing each other. It was not as dazzling and bright as them.
Jun Qingjue and his party also arrived here at this moment, looking at this beautiful picture, no one came to disturb it, they just watched quietly.
Jun Moye slowly left her lips, stroked her cheek with his slender fingers, and smiled fondly: "Xiao Yue'er, I'm always here."
Mu Hanyue's heart felt warm, her eyes were filled with smiles and gentleness, and the next second she fainted in his arms.