As soon as Lin Qianyi stood up with the wall, he saw the slap thrown by Wang Zhiyong.

Her first reaction was to avoid. However, the medicine of the drink she drank has gradually played its greatest role.

In addition to her weakness, her whole body was extremely hot and dry, which made her almost lose her mind.

However, she knew that if she lost her mind now, it would be hopeless to wait for her!

At the same time, she will also lose her fourth master, who she gradually began to fall in love with.

At the thought of losing his fourth master, Lin Qianyi held his hands together, and a cruel calendar flashed in his bright eyes.

Just when Lin Qianyi was going to fight to save himself, a tall figure suddenly passed by, and then a tragic cry suddenly sounded.

Then she fell into a very familiar embrace.

Lin Qianyi subconsciously grasped the clothes of the person in front of him, tightly, tightly.

At this moment, Lin Qianyi took the man in front of her as her life-saving straw and relied on him wholeheartedly.

Perhaps she knew she was safe. After she threw herself into a familiar embrace, Lin Qianyi slowly let the medicine erode her reason.

"Yan Mo......"

Lin Qianyi snuggled up in his familiar arms and cried subconsciously.

This sound is full of dependence and peace of mind.

"Good, I'm here, safe, not afraid..."

Emperor Yanmo hugged Lin Qianyi in his arms, gently stroked her back with one hand, and coaxed her softly.

However, his eyes at this time were completely inconsistent with his actions.

The movements on his hands were extremely gentle, as if he would be afraid of hurting his little wife in his arms. However, his deep eyes were full of tyranny!

It seems that he wants to destroy all the people who have hurt his little wife, leaving none!

Emperor Yanmo's appeasement made Lin Qianyi's trembling body subside gradually.

However... Her body is getting hotter and hotter. At the same time, she unconsciously rubbed Emperor Yan ink, as if she wanted to alleviate the dryness and heat in her body.

Lin Qianyi's unconscious action made the storm in emperor Yanmo's eyes more victorious.

Looking at the cold eyes of Wang Zhiyong and Zhu Liang is like looking at the dead, with no temperature.

When Zhu Liang was looked at by Emperor Yanmo, he was suddenly cold in his heart and couldn't help feeling flustered.

However, Wang Zhiyong, who was kicked out by Emperor Yanmo, stood up wailing and began to scold without paying attention to Emperor Yanmo.

"Who lives impatiently! How dare you mind your own business and save this bitch! I won't kill you! Cough, cough -- "

Wang Zhiyong covered his aching stomach and struggled to stand up. Before he could see who it was, he began to talk hard. After that, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Wang Zhiyong spoke fiercely and didn't notice the slight fear of the people around him.

Zhu Liang wanted to stop Wang Zhiyong when he said cruel words, but... It was too late.

Although he didn't know the man's identity suddenly appeared in front of him, he could see that the man's identity was not simple.

The word "bitch" in Wang Zhiyong's words made emperor Yanmo's eyes instantly show a strong intention to kill.

"Good, wait a minute."

Feeling the growing action of his little wife in his arms, Emperor Yanmo whispered patiently in her ear. His tone was full of doting and a trace of self blame.