Mu Yan, who was in midair, was suddenly embraced into a wide embrace, tightly hugging her.
"Muyan, how are you? Are you hurt badly? Does it hurt? "
The man's hoarse and trembling voice urgently rings out.
The hands that were originally tightly holding her seem to remember something. They abruptly loosen, then softly embrace her again.
As if she's the most precious treasure. If it's too heavy, he's afraid that she'll hurt, and if it's too light, he's afraid that she'll disappear.
Especially when he sees Muyan's blood-soaked clothes, Di Ming Jue can't help but tremble.
Damn it, these people should all die a thousand times!
Even he can't bear to force the slightest bit, the person he holds in the palm of his hand, the person he hides at the bottom of his heart.
These dregs actually dare to hurt his Muyan!
Muyan is fighting to her heart's content, still wanting to continue. Being suddenly interrupted by Di Ming Jue like this, she only feels extremely depressed.
But when she turns her head and sees this insufferably arrogant man in front of her, she stares blankly at first, then a trace of warmth flits through her eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, this isn't my blood."
Muyan raises the corner of her mouth, smiling conceitedly and leisurely, "These wastes want to kill me, it's nothing more than a dream."
When the girl smiles, there seems to be a vast starry sky jumping and twinkling in her eyes.
There's pride, conceit, and also a free and easy feeling of looking down on the world.
It's only at this time that Muyan is like a nineteen-year-old girl, cunning, willful, and high-spirited.
Di Ming Jue really loves this appearance of hers.
His fingers caress the girl's cold and tender cheeks. His fingertips rub, wiping away the bloodstains on her face.
"Hiss –!" With a low cry, Muyan wrinkles her brows. She suddenly takes a step back, and angrily says: "Di Ming Jue, do you have a grudge against me? So forceful? I wasn't hurt by this group of wastes, but you've already scratched me. "
The charming and gentle feelings dissipate in an instant.
Di Ming Jue gnashes his teeth in anger, wishing he could grab this little woman into his arms, ruthlessly gag her little mouth, and ravage her as punishment.
Does she know how worried he was just now, how afraid that something would happen to her?
But before he could get angry, Muyan's body suddenly softens, and she falls into his arms.
In that fight just now, she fought to her heart's content, fighting one against four without falling into a disadvantageous position.
However, the consumption of the profound Qi in his body was too great.
The moment he relaxed, he immediately felt as if the last bit of strength in his body had been sucked out.
For a moment, he couldn't even stand steadily.
Feeling the young girl's soft body tightly pressed against him, the fragrant breath hitting his face, Di Ming Jue's entire body stiffens.
After a long while, he reached out and hugged her tightly.
In a trance, he hears Muyan's whisper, as light as a mosquito, "Di Ming Jue, take me … home!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
They had just met for the first time.
She didn't know why, but when this man appeared, she felt at ease and could rely on him.
As long as this man was here, he would definitely help her solve the predicament in front of her.
She did not need to be exhausted, nor did she need to support herself.
Di Ming Jue looks at the girl in his arms, her complexion deathly pale. His complexion suddenly becomes even more frightening than the Asura Demon God's.
His cold eyes swept over Cao Wendao and the others who had just climbed up from the ground. His hoarse voice sounded like it came from the abyss of hell.
"You dare to harm this monarch's woman, all of you deserve to die ten thousand times!!"
Cao Wendao and the other three stood up.
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