There's no expression on Chang Yu's face, but he doesn't loosen his grip, "No need, I can do it."
I can, protect her.
I can, give her happiness and safety.
Han Ye's face suddenly turns completely gloomy.
The surrounding air also stagnates in a split second.
Ru Yan and the others look at the way Chang Yu carries Mu Yan, and there's an indescribable sense of incongruity.
The way Chang Yu is holding the Miss, it's a bit too intimate, too careful and protective.
That … that doesn't look like he's protecting a Master.
Instead, it looks like he's guarding his beloved.
Ru Yan coughs softly: "Chang Yu, let me and Haitang take turns being carried by the Miss."
Saying that, she reaches out to take Mu Yan from Chang Yu's hands.
However, Chang Yu takes a step back.
He looks down at the girl's sleeping face in his arms, and on his indifferent and ordinary face, there's a gentle expression: "No need, I'll protect the Miss. You'd better call the doctor over! "
"Yes, yes, doctor!"
"Dr. Song, quickly come and see the Miss, the Miss has fainted!"
Ru Yan and the others seem to wake up from a dream. They no longer care about what's wrong with this atmosphere, and promptly have someone call Dr. Song.
But Han Ye suddenly steps forward, unsheathing his long sword, and coldly says: "I'll say it again, let go of our Madam, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite."
Not only does Chang Yu's hand not loosen, it slowly tightens, and he takes a step back.
He opens his mouth, wanting to say something.
Suddenly, a powerful pressure, as if the sky is falling and the earth is splitting, shrouds him from all directions.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless stone pillars in the surroundings shatter, dust flying everywhere.
Chang Yu only feels a dull pain in his chest, as if it's about to explode.
His whole body seems to be torn to pieces by that powerful force.
Before he could react, his arms are already empty.
He suddenly looks up.
He sees a tall figure standing proudly in the dust.
Even if he can't see his face, that disdainful imposing manner is enough to make people want to surrender.
And the Miss that he's deeply worried about is in that person's arms, tightly imprisoned and possessed.
In an instant, Chang Yu feels that it's not only his arms that are empty, but also his heart that's in so much pain that it's almost impossible to breathe.
… …
"Who are you?!" Ru Yan and the others still hadn't figured out the situation. Thinking that Jian Feng had returned, she couldn't help but anxiously shout, "You dare to hurt our Miss, we will definitely tear you into pieces!"
Several thousand people from the Ink Camp, Heavenly Secret Camp, and Longevity Camp unsheathe their swords. They're about to form a sword formation and recklessly rush in to save the people.
But just as the three commanders were about to give the order …
Xiaobao's clear and cold voice came steadily, "You're not allowed to attack! Mother is fine. "
His blue eyes flickered as he stared at the figure that slowly appeared after the dust settled.
Just a moment ago, he was still wondering why this person wasn't here. Why didn't you come back to protect niangqin?
Then, at this moment, he appeared.
When Xiaobao saw his mother in his arms, he felt that if there really was someone who wanted to fight with him over his mother, if there really was someone who wanted to be so intimate with his mother, he would rather it be him. It could only be him.
Han Ye's eyes brighten, his voice trembling. He slowly kneels down, "Jun Shang, you've finally returned."
When the dust has completely settled, the man's devastatingly beautiful and matchlessly handsome countenance is revealed.
His indifferent blue eyes sweep over everyone present. He doesn't need to say a single word, just one action, but it makes everyone keep quiet out of fear, wishing that they could crawl at his feet.
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