He grabbed his long arms and the stunning woman whose shoulders were half exposed fell into his arms.

The wide long gown flew away from him and fell on Yue Qingqing's body, wrapping her tightly, revealing only the pair of watery eyes with spring.

"roll!"

A humming sounded almost invisible, and Duanmuchen's arms couldn't help but increase their strength.

The coldness between his eyebrows faded, covered her ears, and murmured softly: "Qinger, it's me!"

This familiar voice made Yue's soft body stiffen for a moment.

"Chen..."

She yelled in a low voice.

The sound of a mosquito is full of indescribable emotions.

The crystal tears seemed to be pearls with broken threads, as if all the grievances melted in it and slid from their eyes.

The bearded man was closest to him. Seeing Yue Qingqing's appearance, he whimpered unconsciously.

This proud and strong woman is still chatting and laughing when facing the criticism of thousands of people, and she is calm no matter what kind of dilemma she is in.

She habitually rushed to the front and carried all the burden on her shoulders.

Her sharpness, her ruthlessness, and her clear edges, she only showed the strongest side to the world.

However, she is a woman after all, and needs a safe haven to shelter her from the wind and rain.

The bearded man couldn't help crying, his eyes fell on Duanmu Chen, and anger ignited in his eyes.

What qualifications does this man have to stand beside the light girl?

The young girl has experienced so much, how many times have he been with her?

But is it useful to accompany you?

Without strong strength, how can we shelter the light girl from the wind and rain?

The bearded man's heart is becoming more and more conflicted.

Duanmuchen's fingers fell on her hot face. The crystal tears made his hands tremble. The tears that fell on his chest seemed like ice blades, stabbing in his heart, eroding the bones!

His Qing'er, who was afraid of melting and holding it in his hand, was afraid of falling. He just wanted to keep it in the softest part of his heart for the rest of his life and pampered her, was actually bullied by these gangs of miscellaneous people.

His red lips were pursed into a straight line, and his anger condensed between his eyebrows and eyes.

As his eyes opened, golden light flashed rapidly in his dark eyes.

At this moment, the entire Demonsson trembled under his powerful aura.

The tremor on the ground made everyone present tremble with fear. They looked at the handsome man, their eyes full of fear.

Who is he? Why is he so powerful?

With his momentum alone, he could shake the Yinyue Fairy at the peak of Xuanzun and hurt other Xiao Xiao from the Xuanwang stairs.

Could it be that he is the Xuanhuang rank?

How could there be such a young Xuan Emperor in this world?

Could it be that the talent in front of me has surpassed Mr. Mo Li?

"Give you one last chance. If you don't want to die too much, just commit suicide!"

Duanmuchen's voice was slightly low, as calm as the sea, but the storm brewing below was enough to sweep everyone.

He didn't look at anyone specifically, but everyone felt staring at him.

The biting chill rose from the soles of their feet, which scared them so much that they were trembling all over. They dared not speak too much, looked at each other, and moved, for fear of a catastrophe.

"Self-reincarnation? Haha, you have to have this ability too!"
Chapter completed!