dislocation.

The veins on King Xuan's forehead twitched, and the coldness in his eyes almost condensed into a sharp sword that could kill people.

But the movements of his hands became much gentler.

He lifted up Xue Qingyin's other sleeve.

That wrist was also full of scratches.

Xue Qingyin whispered: "I almost fell into the pit and was scratched on the ground when I rushed to save someone."

King Xuan said coldly: "You save people? With your body, how dare you."

"Now I have made some progress and can save people." Xue Qingyin argued. It's just that she didn't have the confidence to do so.

King Xuan said no more, but raised his hand gloomily and wiped the blood on her neck.

Xue Qingyin felt a little uncomfortable.

She didn't want him to feel sad either.

She said: "That's not my blood..."

"I know." King Xuan's voice was low.

For some reason, he didn't seem to be comforted at all, but his eyes became darker and colder.

Xue Qingyin couldn't understand.

She didn't know that King Xuan could already picture the thrilling scene of her confrontation with He Songning in his mind.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but scratch his breastplate: "Huangren."

King Xuan then let go of her a little more.

But instead she raised her hand and hugged him.

She thought for a moment and decided to coax him: "I miss you a little."

King Xuan's eyebrows jumped heavily. He couldn't hold it back any longer, lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.
Chapter completed!