Chapter 697

"I'm not the one to shine." However, Huang Beiyue began to talk slowly, with a faint smile on her bloodless face, "but I am his friend, am I?"

The coldness on Mo Lian's face also slowly dissipated. Instead of a warm smile, he nodded, "yes."

Weiyang looked at them incomprehensibly.

Friends?

What the hell is that?

"It's pathetic to show such an expression." Huang Beiyue shakes her head sadly. "In the city of Shura, you will not understand love and friendship. Friends are an eternal fetter."

"What's the use of that shit? I don't care! " Weiyang was angry with her poor eyes and shouted angrily.

"Of course it works. Don't you think Moulin is here to save me?" Huang Beiyue smiles and looks at Weiyang's angry expression. She doesn't know if she is sympathetic or pitiful.

A person without feelings, no matter how strong, is lonely.

Fortunately, Feng Lianyi chose to give up everything in Shura City, otherwise, if he became a person without feelings, she would not know what to do.

After listening to her words, Weiyang is stunned but unwilling to look at them. She can't beat Mo Lian and says that she can't speak of Huang Beiyue. She feels resentful!

What friendship and love are ghosts! In Shura, none of these things are needed!

As long as the power, as long as the strong good!

There is no need to continue talking nonsense with Weiyang. With yubeiyue in her arms, Mo Lian goes out of the cell, calls out the spirit beast, sits on his back, and flies out.

Dare to break into Shura city to save people, and leave so blatantly, arrogant and powerful, this ink lotus is really unusual.

Huang Beiyue leaned on his shoulder and was safe. His mind relaxed and his chest was full of blood.

Squeak runs over the head of the psychedelic beast. Seeing her wound and the blood on the corner of her mouth, he jumps up and down and squeaks. He's worried that his eyes are full of tears.

Mo Lian can't see it, but he can smell the smell of blood. He can't ignore the blood on her. After a moment's silence, he took out many bottles and jars from the ring Huang Beiyue had given him, and asked, "which one?"

Huang Beiyue looks down, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised. All those bottles and jars were put in Najie at that time. They are just some basic healing drugs. It's OK to deal with ordinary injuries, but it's useless to deal with such injuries.

"No." Huang Beiyue shook her head. "I've dealt with the wound simply. It shouldn't be a big problem."

There's no problem with the bleeding wound, but I'm afraid it's hard to recover the damage caused by the removal of Fuyuan.

She is now equivalent to five years ago, when there is no Fuyuan, even worse than that time.

"Who is it?" Murian asked in a sombre voice.

Huang Beiyue knows that he wants to ask who hurt her like this, but he doesn't want to involve irrelevant ink lotus. He doesn't need to be the enemy of spiritual respect.

He had a simple mind and wanted to avenge her, but she was the only one to avenge it, otherwise, she would not feel at ease!

"It was an accident." Huang Beiyue said lightly, "ink lotus, thank you for saving me. I owe you this life."