Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4895: His voice is familiar to the bones

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At this time, the pigeon who walked into the room...

When I heard that sound, he immediately stopped.

Even her voice became soaring: "It's just that the princess is fooling around, it's okay."

She exits the room and closes the door.

After that, he walked briskly in the direction where the sound came from.

The tone changed from the pigeon.

With the brisk footsteps.

Ye Qingluo can be sure.

She is exactly what Linglong said.

I admire the man.

It's just...

Ye Qing's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Standing stiffly on the spot, stayed for a while.

Until his arms hugged Feng Xi a little sinking.

She recovered and put Feng Xi back on the bed.

She sat back by the bed.

The narrow and charming eyes are in the dark, and the light is lingering, as if blending with the ink.

She...

You heard that right, right?

The sound just now...

Familiar, even if it’s just a word.

She can hear who it is.

Di Mo Xuan.

That is...

Di Moxuan's voice.

Is it an illusion?

Is it because she missed Emperor Mo Xuan too much and got it wrong?

Ye Qingluo kept trying to find excuses.

But she knows very well...

It's impossible for her to hear Di Moxuan's voice incorrectly.

His voice is familiar enough to deepen his bones.

Heart, a little disturbed.

How could Emperor Moxuan be in the base of the Dark You Palace?

If he is so close.

Why didn't you go to Fengfu to find her for so long? !

Furthermore, what is the relationship between him and the woman who called the pigeon?

The more I think about it, the more confused my thoughts become.

Various kinds of brain supplements are played in my mind.

Of course, these dog-blood plots are not about Di Moxuan's launching of Cha Nine, or empathizing with others.

She believed in Di Mo Xuan 100%.

But, the brain that can’t control--

#Other women are addicted to his majestic appearance, forced marriage series#

……

Regardless of Emperor Moxuan's reasons.

He was alone, meeting a woman she didn't know.

This is a great mistake!

Believing is one thing.

But being upset is another matter!

Ye Qing Luoxian fingers clenched into a fist.

Think about it any more.

She probably has to demolish the house.

No way!

You must go there personally, and then make sure with your own eyes, whether that person is Emperor Moxuan or not!

If it is really Emperor Moxuan.

Let's take a look, what is he here for!

Ye Qingluo glanced at Feng Xi, and tapped her fingertips on Feng Xi's forehead.

A faintly mysterious light penetrated into Feng Xi's forehead.

Then tucked the quilt for him and stood up.

Turn your palm.

A small snow-white dumpling stood beside Feng Xi.

Ye Qingluo patted its head lightly: "Qiqi, I will be back soon."

There was just that farce.

If there are no accidents, this place should be safe.

Let Qiqi guard Fengxi here.

She can know anything in time.

……

Ye Qingluo's figure is like a charm, blending into the night.

Not aware of it.

The moment she left.

On the corner in the dark, a tall and straight figure stood there quietly, staring at the girl's back from leaving.

The wind blows.

The man's red shirt is like a fire, and it bursts.

The thin lips bit by bit, provoking a cold arc of smiles but not smiles.

Clearly smiling.

But there was coldness all over his body.

……

Ye Qingluo followed the memory of the voice just now.

The commotion in the courtyard just before Linglong.

It was very quiet at this time.

Quietly.

There is no half figure.

Ye Qingluo walked very smoothly along the way.

There are many rooms here.

It's all pitch black.