Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1257: Di Moxuan is angry

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In the hearts of the onlookers, there was a surge of water, which drove them to do something.

However, none of them moved.

They are both profound practitioners, and they also have their own weapons.

I understand Ye Qingluo's mood at this time.

Breaking a profound practitioner’s natal weapon is equivalent to breaking a profound practitioner’s life.

My own natal weapon broke in my hand.

As the owner of natal weapons, I want to find my own weapons.

Do not rely on anyone.

The onlookers remembered what Nangonglin said just now.

In my heart, I feel disgusted with the class of gods in Shangxuan Academy, the number one beauty named Zi Qianqian.

It's just a game.

Zi Qianqian has always been aggressive, using the Tianling staff to defeat Ye Qingluo.

Even smashed Ye Qingluo's natal weapon.

People who are really too much...

It's Zi Qianqian!

The crowd of onlookers looked through the stones, and Subai's little hands were stained with blood, and their eyes couldn't help but admire.

Even people who didn't have a good impression of Ye Qingluo in the past have a feeling of empathy at this time, and the look in Ye Qingluo's eyes is much softer.

All this, Ye Qingluo had no time to take care of, and didn't want to bother.

She has red eyes, rummaging the corners of every stone.

The profound energy in the hand, palm after palm, slapped the broken stones, not letting go of any gaps.

Flame Devouring Fan...

I always thought that the flame-devouring fan was guarding her.

But it was broken in her hands.

Ye Qingluo pressed her pink lips tightly, speeding up her hand.

One hand is about to open the stone in front of him.

Before reaching it, a pair of slender long legs appeared in front of him, white slightly shaking, a little dazzling.

Ye Qingluo raised her eyes blankly, and met a pair of peach blossom eyes with anger.

He stretched out a hand to her, his face is gloomy and beautiful: "Get up."

"Ah..." Ye Qingluo's voice stopped abruptly before the profound character was spoken.

Her hands are covered by two gentle palms.

As soon as the body was lightened, the person was forcibly pulled up.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Ye Qingluo lowered her eyes, her eye sockets slightly moist.

The man's hand gently touched the wound on her hand, bringing a cool touch.

The pain in the place he swept over gradually disappeared.

"Know what's wrong?" He lowered his voice, magnetic and deep.

Ye Qing Luo's eyes drooped lower, biting her lower lip: "I didn't take good care of the flame-devouring fan, that's you..."

"Wrong." The man interrupted her, his voice getting colder, "Follow me back."

This is the first time that Di Moxuan has spoken to her with such a tone and expression.

Ye Qingluo's eyes were red, and there was an inexplicable feeling of tears surging in his eyes.

She is not a crying woman.

To be more precise, she never shed a tear.

No matter how hard you are, no matter how tired you are, even if you face death.

She doesn't even cry.

Tears are a symbol of the weak.

But...

At this moment, the flame-devouring fan was broken, and her heart suddenly became empty.

The feeling of emptiness made her feel complicated.

The attitude of Emperor Moxuan made the complex emotions in her heart more and more magnified.

Suddenly there was an urge to cry.

Di Moxuan stared at Ye Qingluo quietly, watching for a long while.

Although Ye Qingluo lowered his head, the hair that was blown away by the wind revealed those red eyes.

His heart seemed to be stabbed fiercely by something.

Suddenly, something softened.

For a long time, Di Moxuan lightly sighed, put his hand on Ye Qingluo's shoulder, and whispered: "Leave here with me first."