Ning Xuemo ' Disappear in this world. That is to say, Ye Feng was already scared half an hour ago... "

At last, she couldn't go on.

Yan Ziyuan, listen!

The scene of Ye Feng fighting with magmatic dragon flashed in her mind. The body trembled slightly.

Ye Feng!

Ye Feng!

How is it possible?

How can I?

No, no! It's not like this

Suddenly she screamed, "no! incorrect! You You must be wrong! He How could he be scared? He had been talking to me and singing for me before Mingming. Just now, when you arrived, he reminded me that I was saved How could it have been half an hour ago You must be lying to me! I don't believe it! "

Ning Xuemo: "..." Her heart is deeper and more blocked.

Ye Feng should have been dead at the moment when magmatic dragon died, but his soul has been holding on, maintaining that breath, talking with Yan Ziyuan, until the rescue arrived, he can't hold on any longer

He How strong is his obsession?

Ziyuan, how lucky are you to be loved by Ye Feng!

Unfortunately, I mistakenly regard fish eyes as pearls. I hurt Ye Feng who loves you for the sake of caring for Ziyan

Although there is not much truth to say about love, although Ning Xuemo knows that Yan Ziyuan is affected by the twin curse, she is still in a panic for Ye Feng!

Ning Xuemo can't help sneering: "because he doesn't trust you, he is afraid that you will be alone, afraid that you will be afraid..."

Yan Ziyuan's face turned white, and his heart seemed to have been pierced by a row of steel needles. His heart was tightly shrunk into a ball, which seemed to be convulsed by pain.

For the first time in her life, her heart was so sore!

I heard that Gu Ziyan was dying in the wedding hall that day. She didn't hurt so much

Yan Ziyuan sat there, her pretty face full of pain and confusion: "how could..."

Her eyes fell on Ye Feng. The three flowers of ice flame were blooming in the blood pool of the chimaera. They were nourished by blood. Instead of withering, they were more crystal clear.

Yan Ziyuan seems to think of something at last. With a shake of her sight, she slowly reaches for the flower and looks at it carefully. Her hands are almost unable to hold it. Her fingertips are so hard that they are pale.

My heart hurts! Her heart hurts!

It hurt like an inch of a knife tempered in the fire.

If it wasn't for this thing, Ye Feng would not die

If ye Feng doesn't rob the flower when the mud appears, he won't die

This flower is the culprit!

She's going to destroy it!

She tried to crush the flower of ice flame with her fingers!

Ning Xuemo's hands are quick. On her wrists, Yan Ziyuan's wrists are numb. She is slow to respond now, so Ning Xuemo easily snatches the flowers from her hands.

"This flower can't be destroyed!" Ning Xuemo spits out a few words.

This flower was bought by Ye Feng in exchange for his life. It has not played its due role.

Yan Ziyuan sits on the ground, as if she finally reacts, muttering: "yes, this flower can't be destroyed Ziyan We need to rely on it to save our lives Now that the flowers have arrived, I should be happy, I should be happy... "

She seemed to hypnotize herself: "I should be happy..."