Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 3817: Since I agree, I will definitely do it

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"Okay, this little injury, it's okay." Di Moxuan calmly soothed, "After I leave the auction meeting, I will be compensated."

Ye Qingluo was angry and laughed, raising his head and glaring at him: "It's all this time, you are still kidding."

"Okay, goodbye, I'm fine." Di Moxuan.

Ye Qingluo drew out a handkerchief and bandaged his injured hand.

Being bandaged.

Her gaze suddenly froze on the ground, above the broken branch.

She was startled, her bandaged hand also stopped.

"What's the matter?" Di Mo Xuan asked suspiciously.

Ye Qingluo pointed forward: "Look at that broken branch..."

The broken branch was only intercepted by Emperor Moxuan with his bare hands.

Then he threw it on the ground.

If I remember correctly.

The top of the broken branch should be stained with the blood of Emperor Moxuan.

But at this time, the broken branches are clean and there is no blood!

Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan looked at the broken branch for a moment, the two raised their heads at the same time, looked at each other, and said in unison: "This...is the way to break the formation?!"

Blood!

That's right!

It's blood!

This formation is extremely insidious.

You also used Youzun to bleed to drive the formation!

So... as long as you use blood, you can also destroy this frontal eye!

In order to confirm this idea.

Ye Qingluo tied the handkerchief for Emperor Mo Xuan, held on to the flame-devouring fan, and swept a hurricane toward the dead wood tree suddenly.

Xuan Mang approached.

The dark air lingering next to the dead wood tree twisted up with its teeth and claws!

Ye Qingluo jumped and approached the dead wood tree from the other side.

In an instant.

The thick black air is rolling.

The dark sky was covered with a hazy mist.

Ye Qing Luo's eyes were slightly cool, and with a finger movement, the red mysterious light turned into huge waves.

The moment when the black air is attracted.

Ye Qingluo has approached the dead tree.

As soon as he approached, Ye Qingluo felt a dull pain in his heart, and a scorching flame suddenly burned.

"Um..."

This burning heat, like a blaze, is burning her internal organs.

It seems to burn everything about her to ashes.

She snorted in pain.

The action also stopped in midair.

"Little Luoer!"

In the ear, Di Mo Xuan's worried voice came.

The man's low voice, like a warm stream, enters her heart.

It also relieved the tearing burning sensation in her chest.

She closed her eyes slightly.

Stabilized my mind.

She turned her head and turned her eyes in their direction, with a slight smile.

The hurricane is floating.

The wind blows her hair, her dress.

Like a blooming rose, it is splendid and unparalleled.

Obviously, his face is so pale.

The furrowed eyebrows seemed to endure some kind of pain.

But she was still smiling.

The smile was firm, and there was a lot of pride in my heart.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Since I agreed, I will walk out of the auction meeting in front of everyone, and I promised to crush the dark palace, I will definitely do it."

Her voice is very soft.

It's like a fluttering feather, tumbling into everyone's ears.

After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, she took a deep breath and forced her to burn her body, making her blood boil.

It turned into a shock, approaching the dead tree.

The closer.

Three steps...

Two steps...

One step...

Ye Qingluo felt an inexplicable impulse...surging in her body.

As if calling her.

It seems to be driving her.

Ye Qingluo wants to understand this impulse, this feeling, what is going on, and where is it coming from...