Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss Chapter 313: The scary ‘Wild Man’ (2)

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The reason is because of the utterly angry Lie and Yinfeng.

They are trying to break through the barrier of summoning, rushing out and extinguishing Shangguanling's dirty thing that is looking for death, Bai Ye is pacifying.

"Silly woman, at this time, you still don't want to say that name?"

At the moment of the moment, a vague and lazy voice fell from the sky, like a pair of powerful hands, pulling Bai Ye back from consciousness, and the empty echo made everyone look back.

She stepped forward slowly, pushing away the crowd in the way. is it him?

Zhuo Yu looked at the beautiful face close at hand, her dark and unclear eyes flickered slightly, and there seemed to be no one in her eyes, so she walked forward quietly, leaving a delicate back, the closer she got away from him. Coming further and further.

Two dark shadows appeared first in the air. Upon closer inspection, there were six people faintly behind them, wearing black cloaks and silver masks. Eight people carried a large sedan chair unique to the royal family on their shoulders, luxurious and luxurious.

On the top of the car, there is a person sitting leisurely on it. Outside the costume is the black cloak that is so familiar to the white night. His legs are raised and lowered, and his right wrist rests on his right knee. With his left hand propped up behind him, the bewitching demon pupil exuded undisguised tenderness, looking at the figure who was stunned in the distance.

The two got closer and closer, but he seemed to be unable to wait for that little distance any longer, flicking the great cloak and jumping out, dashing towards where she was.

The ink hair is flowing straight behind him, and the indescribable appearance makes everyone forget to breathe.

Bai Ye's mind was blank, and this nasty face was still **** good-looking. It didn't take long for her to feel that she hadn't seen it for a long time.

Di Yun embraced her waist and went straight to the high platform. Everyone's eyes moved with their figures, shocked and stunning, as if they were admiring the most beautiful picture scroll in the world.

Four eyes met, one pair was a little angry and aggrieved, and a trace of narrowness and pride flashed behind the pair of tenderness.

This stubborn little woman is finally willing to show him the weak side.

The two landed steadily beside Shangguan Zhong's father and daughter, and Di Yun reluctantly let go of her, untied the great cloak belt, and covered her body like he did at Mingzhutai.

Everything is so familiar. The only difference is that this time she no longer feels cold, but clearly feels his warm body temperature and the familiar breath that has not yet dissipated.

At this time, Ba Li had also landed on the sedan chair, and a few people stood there waiting for orders.

Since becoming the lord of the city, Di Yun has never attended any occasions except to meet with officials when necessary.

Among a group of people, except for Xiang Qingtian who was lucky enough to meet him in Nanzhao, Shangguanzhong and several other high-ranking officials, as well as the few people present in the Qiangbao Mountains that day, no one saw him again. Naturally, I don't know who the unparalleled man in front of me is.

"City...City Lord, why are you here?" Shangguanzhong reacted and immediately knelt down, not forgetting to pull Shangguan Bell, who hadn't moved his gaze away from Di Yun's face from start to finish, to kneel.

Other officials also hurried over and bowed down.

Fengtian was the first to react. The hidden young man in front of him was His Royal Highness Xuanying who had been secretly helping Shengying. He also brought all the instructors forward and bowed his knees.

"Caomin pays homage to the prince!"

A group of students also knelt down in a hurry, even Fu Sheng, except of course, except for Mo Chan Yin, who is the Emperor of Western Chu.

Zuo Yu's face became gloomy and difficult to side. Finally, his legs were bent, his hands supported the ground, and he pretended to salute.

Di Yun's lingering light drifted past the conspicuous Mo Zen Yin, and the brow lightly moved, it turned out to be him.