Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4717: Bring everyone back to the realm of Nirvana

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In the man’s deep voice, there is still a hint of worry: "No...I can’t let you take risks anymore!"

It's okay to say that he is cold.

It doesn't matter if he is indifferent.

Mo Yueying will blame him even afterwards.

He definitely doesn't want to hurt Mo Yueying!

Tong Ziqing obviously has no sense of autonomy!

And his family's shadow, seemingly indifferent, doesn't seem to care about anything.

Yes, he knows very well.

Mo Yueying cares more about her sisters than anyone else.

As long as Tong Ziqing shows a little kindness.

Mo Yueying will desperately protect the other party.

But...

Tong Ziqing is no longer the same as before.

She will hurt Mo Yueying.

"Qiao Yinyan." Mo Yueying's voice was still cold, but she put her hands on the man's chest, struggling, "Let go of me, she can't hold on anymore."

"I don't care!" Qiao Yinyan refused to let go, "I don't care about others, I only care about you!"

"Don't make trouble, Ziqing can't have an accident." Mo Yueying's voice grew a little deeper, obviously angry.

However, Qiao Yinyan refused to let go.

Outside the enchantment.

Tong Ziqing moaned in pain.

It seems that in the next instant, it is about to be swallowed by the coercion of the surging black waves.

Countless profound waves shook the surrounding ground, splitting countless gaps.

Tong Ziqing's body fell softly to the ground, and it swayed constantly with the cracking ground.

"Crack——"

"Bang--"

The surging pressure of the profound waves caused the ground to shake once again.

The cracks widened in the ground under Tong Ziqing.

The woman's body suddenly fell into the gap.

"Ziqing!"

Mo Yueying's pupils suddenly widened.

Facial paralysis, a moodless face, this moment revealed a look called panic.

She struggled free of Qiao Yinyan and threw herself out of the barrier.

Between "Gu Jingyu" and Ye Qingluo, there was a silent clash of profound waves, and the pressure poured down.

Rao is Mo Yueying, and the internal organs in the chest cavity seem to be squeezed by these two confronting forces.

The petite body squeezed from the waist.

However, she rushed to the crack in Tong Ziqing and leaned down.

The little soft hand is about to grab the woman who fell into the gap...

Suddenly, a lingering cold wind swept across his cheeks.

There is a bit of inexplicable deep meaning.

Mo Yueying rolled on the spot, avoiding the offensive.

When I raise my eyes again.

There was a young boy wearing a strong blue suit and holding a blue long sword.

The azure blue eyes met her.

Mo Yueying's big beautiful but hollow eyes blinked slightly, her eyes fixedly meeting the young man.

For a moment, the lips moved slightly, and two words were uttered: "The leader..."

The young man in front of him is Long Yunzhan.

Familiar face, familiar person, familiar face without expression.

Yes, the eyes looking at her are different.

The boy's eyes are cold and indifferent, as if looking at a stranger.

The long sword in his hand is horizontally in front of him.

It seems that in the next instant, an attack will be launched towards her.

Mo Yueying's eyes fell.

The boy held Tong Ziqing, who had fainted, in his arms.

Even in a coma.

Tong Ziqing's brows are frowned.

It seems extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Yueying's lips moved slightly, and she, who was always cold and not talkative, was even more awkward at this time.

I want to ask.

Long Yunzhan said indifferently and coldly: "If you don't want to die, take everyone back to the realm of Nirvana, don't reappear...in the realm."

Only this sentence is left.

The young man is already holding Tong Ziqing.

Disappeared in the profound profound waves.