Chapter 602

Looking at the fire beast getting further and further away, the place like the fire purgatory is burning with flames.

Huang Beiyue put out her hand to block her eyes, and her heart ached. A burst of Qi and blood surged. She could not support her feet, and leaned back against the ink lotus.

"Month?" Mo Lian didn't know why she was so fragile all of a sudden. She thought she was hurt, so she reached out and touched her shoulder. "It hurts?"

Huang Beiyue nodded, his voice hoarse: "it hurts..."

"Where?" Asked Mo Lian nervously.

"Huang North moon dumb voice way:" in the heart

Ink lotus Zheng for a while, very inexplicably at a loss, raised his hand, touched his heart, and then said: "internal injury."

Yubeiyue shook her head and said, "No."

Mo Lian doesn't understand. It's not an internal injury. How can the heart hurt?

"For What? "

"You don't understand, Molian." "I hope you don't understand it all your life. It's not a good feeling."

In a daze, Mo Lian raised her hand and accidentally wiped her face, but felt a hot damp. His hand trembled and quickly shrank back. The expression on his face was a shock.

"Blood!" He put his hand in flustered way and touched her face, "where is it hurt?"

Huang Beiyue raised his head, looked at the simple tense look on his face, but smiled bitterly, took his disorderly hand, and said softly, "I'm not hurt, it's not blood."

Mo Lian doesn't believe it. It's not blood. What is it? It's not raining here. Her face is so wet. What would it be?

"It's not really blood." Seeing the way he didn't believe it, Huang Beiyue was rarely patient. "Do you smell the smell of blood?"

Mo Lian really leaned over and sniffed. There was really no smell of blood, but there was something else. It was very special. He never smelled it.

Out of curiosity, Mo Lian reached out the tip of her tongue and licked it gently on his face. Her eyebrows wrinkled immediately.

Huang Beiyue didn't expect that he would lick her face with his tongue. He raised his head in surprise and looked at him. His expression was not a bit of teasing and obscene, but he said seriously, "bitter."

"Of course it's bitter." Huang Beiyue said helplessly that he didn't even know his tears. Had he never cried before? Didn't you cry when you were a kid?

She knew that she was a weeper when she was a child, and she could act as a coqueter whenever she could, because at that time, her parents loved her, and she could be reckless and willful.

Later She has no right to cry any more.

"Monsieur Moulin and the moon night pavilion have come down!" In a moment, the magic spirit beast has caught up with the escaped mercenaries. When they look up and see the huge magic spirit beast, the mercenaries shout.

Huang Beiyue takes out the ghost mask and puts it on her face. She separates from Mo Lian and jumps off the back of the phantom spirit beast.

Jike and others came up at once, relieved to see that she was all right.

"How about the moon night, your Highness the king of Qi?" Yu Wenzhan hurried up and didn't see feng Lianyi coming out with her. They always felt that they couldn't let go.

"He's delayed, he'll be out soon." Huang Beiyue's voice is calm and calm. Even if yu Wenzhan is so experienced in all kinds of battles, people who have lived for most of his life don't feel anything wrong.

It's not that Huang Beiyue wants to lie deliberately, but that the situation of BeiYao is complex. The queen of Ya and the king of power are all staring at Feng Lianyi, hoping that he will die.