Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1817: I am faintly aware of a bit weird

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"A Xuan..." Ye Qingluo whispered, trying to look up.

But as soon as she moved, she pressed the big palm on the back of her head harder and harder.

The weird feeling flowing in Ye Qingluo's heart is constantly magnifying.

Just when Ye Qingluo wanted to forcibly resist Emperor Mo Xuan.

On top of his head, his mellow and sultry voice, like wine, floated: "Xiao Luoer, this is where you grew up and lived... I'm so excited..."

His voice trembled a little.

The arms around her body gradually tightened.

The familiar scent of sandalwood lingers in the nose.

The strange feeling in Ye Qing's heart gradually dissipated.

That's right.

This place was extremely strange to the ancient Emperor Moxuan.

Moreover, it is where she grew up.

Di Moxuan's mood will have such a big change, it is also a matter of course.

Ye Qingluo, buried in the arms of the man, didn't see it.

The handsome man above his head has a gentle smile on his face, but he doesn't reach the bottom of his eyes at all.

The peach blossom eyes flashed with shocking cold light.

Vaguely, there is also a little red light.

Suddenly, eight black tentacles like spiders spread out all over his body.

The tentacles stretched their teeth and danced their claws and walked towards the girl in her arms.

The horrified red glow in his eyes became more and more shining.

The peach blossom eyes that flooded with streamer looked extremely enchanting.

The black tentacles seemed to confine Ye Qingluo, sending her body to Di Moxuan's chest.

Di Moxuan was also at this moment, his body was like melted mud, and the Ye Qing in his arms fell into his body bit by bit.

And the girl nestled in the arms of Emperor Moxuan.

But I don't know anything about it.

Eight black tentacles, bit by bit, trying to submerge the body in the night.

Just when the antennae were one centimeter away from the skin on her back.

A red glow suddenly appeared on Ye Qingluo's body.

The tentacles bounced back fiercely.

Di Moxuan's body shook slightly, and his body became tight.

"A Xuan, what's the matter?" Ye Qingluo didn't know what was going on.

She didn't notice any changes in the "Di Mo Xuan" before her.

It was just a sudden sense that "Di Moxuan"'s body was a little stiff.

"Emperor Moxuan" had dark eyes, red light covered his eyes, staring fiercely at the girl in his arms.

As the girl broke through his restraint and forcibly raised her head.

The red eyes of "Di Mo Xuan" quickly returned to the pitch black like black obsidian.

The eight tentacles were also put away in an instant.

"A Xuan, are you uncomfortable with this place?" Ye Qingluo raised his hand, trying to caress God Mo Xuan's face.

A lot of sweat oozes out of his forehead.

"Di Moxuan" hurriedly avoided her hand and let go of her delicate body: "No, nothing, Xiao Luoer, first take me to the place where you used to live."

Ye Qingluo's hands froze in the air, startled slightly.

A Xuan, he never avoids her touch.

"Xiao Luoer?" Seeing her standing still, she didn't move.

"Di Moxuan" stood in front of Ye Qingluo, raised his hand, and grabbed her wrist.

Ye Qingluo took a few steps forward under his pull.

Her eyes settled on the hand of the wrist.

Gentle palms, slender fingers.

Very familiar, the palm of my memory.

Ye Qing Luo faintly noticed a bit weird.

But she has no way of knowing the source of this weirdness.

This person in front of me, shouldn't be...a fake Di Mo Xuan, right?

The last time she met a fake Emperor Mo Xuan in the last level of the illusion in the Upper Profound Pagoda!