to lin chaoran and lin xuanran.
"ye hanxin, why are you running so fast?"
nangong reluctantly rushed into the space of time, a grasp of ye ld heart, a sharp reprimand.
it can also be seen from the reaction of startled words and xiao weichen that this time and space is not simple. if it were not for them to react, what would have happened?
ye hanxin did not speak, turned his back to the nangong soft, did not say a word.
"huh?"
aware of the strange nature of ye ld heart, the south palace gently pulled the ld heart of ye, and went to her.
ye ld heart does not know when, the eyes are already wet, chu chu pitifully painful.
"what's the matter?"
the fragility of ye han's heart touched the softest place in the heart of the nangong. she lowered her tone and spoke softly.
"me. it's too weak. "
with a crying voice in the tone of ye ld heart, his body began to tremble.
nangong xirou just quietly looked at her, did not say anything. their cultivation is only one step short of reaching the realm of the wa
ing emp