Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4189: Don’t think it’s ironic?

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Suddenly, the palace owner of the Dark You Palace seemed to have thought of something.

The cold and deep eyes tightened suddenly.

Xu is to test whether his own ideas are right.

He suddenly stretched out his hands and put them on the girl's shoulders.

Under the palm of the palm, the girl's soft body was obviously stiff.

Xuan's icy eyes stared at him without emotion.

He didn't avoid it.

She didn't avoid it!

The palace lord of the Dark You Palace frowned slightly, and his palm slid down again, directly pressing the girl's back.

The other hand was wrapped around the girl's waist.

Apply a little force.

He held the girl in his arms.

Effortlessly.

The person in his arms didn't mean to escape.

Instead, after taking it into his arms.

The body leaned against him limply.

The pupils of the palace lord of the dark palace shrank for a while, and the chest cavity fluctuated endlessly due to tension.

"Ye Qingluo, are you..."

He lowered his voice, very deep, and said the remaining half sentence: "Lost profound strength."

If it was Ye Qingluo, when she saw those brothers hanging from the edge of the cliff, she would have flew directly and rushed to save the people.

Rather than let your own pets, go and bring those brothers up.

Furthermore.

If it was Ye Qingluo, when he blocked her from saving the teenagers, he would do it directly.

When Ye Qingluo started her hands, the power was definitely not her breath.

So...

Seeing that Ye Qingluo actually rolled down from Xuanwu's back, she didn't mean to stand up yet.

He suddenly understood...

What is the reason why Ye Qingluo's performance is extremely strange.

Sure enough.

The girl who was forcibly held in her arms became stiff after hearing what he said.

The glamorous eyes, which were originally covered with frost, are even more gloomy at this time.

Face, like frost.

"Then, what does the Palace Master of Dark You want to take the opportunity to do to me?" Ye Qingluo didn't deny it, and said lightly, as if she was not talking about her own affairs.

Dark Yougong's arms tightened suddenly: "Who do you think of me?"

His tone is full of bitterness, and some repressed forbearance.

Ye Qingluo just sneered at the corners of her mouth: "Dark You Palace has always wanted to kill me... No, it’s more accurate, it has always wanted to get me. Now, it’s just this good. Chances are."

"Are you an idiot?!" The man's suppressed tone sounded a bit of anger.

He lowered his head.

The long ink hair, a little spilt, hangs on Ye Qingluo's face.

Some itching sensation.

The warm air sprayed towards Ye Qing's ears.

Different from Di Moxuan's frail body and red ears when he was in close contact with him.

Her body is getting tighter and tighter.

As if all the hairs are standing upside down one by one.

The whole body was filled with refusing to approach him.

The palace lord of the Dark You Palace only felt more bitter in his heart. Holding Ye Qingluo's hands, he almost wanted to rub her into his body: "Why should I follow you when I know I am in danger right now!"

Suppressed anger, floating in my ears.

Ye Qingluo couldn't help laughing when she heard these words.

The long and narrow charming eyes lightly raised, and looked at him with a mocking smile: "Are you caring about me?"

She was obviously smiling.

The words can be asked, but they are full of mockery.

"Palace Master of Dark You, do you know that when you asked this sentence, it was ironic?"

She felt that the palace lord of the Dark You Palace really had something wrong with his brain.

Moreover, the illness is not mild.