Chapter 4380 5.0132 Self-Blame

"So this time, you did everything possible to send someone to deceive her to come back, not because you are about to die, Patriarch Long, and you are eager to see your granddaughter."

"It's because you want this shark bead."

Mo Lian couldn't breathe well, she tried her best to suppress the boiling anger in her heart, and her voice contained a few traces of sadness and anger.

Fairy Peony, Fairy Ginkgo, and the others glared at the Dragon clan and hurriedly followed.

Long Qian coughed dully, staring calmly in the direction they were leaving.

"Grandmother, grandmother." Long Hui called out twice and couldn't help sighing, "Grandmother, why are you doing this?"

Young Master Ding, who was beside him, suddenly giggled, turned around, waved his hand, and left with a loud laugh, "Longshi Wangchuan, it's really disgusting! Hahahahaha."

Long Qian glared at his back angrily, and covered his aching heart with one hand, "Let's go back first."

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Mo Lian was very fast, and after a while, she carried Qiao Mu back to Yunyuan and put it on the bed.

At this moment, Qiao Qiao was unconscious, her Dantian Shenxu Realm and Shiyuan were in a closed state, and naturally she had no way of contacting Xiaoshu Qiuqiu.

"The water is coming. The water is coming."

"Give it to me." Mo Lian stretched out her hand to take the half-wet handkerchief handed by Fairy Ginkgo, and carefully wiped the bloodshot from the corner of her lips for the face paralyzed, her fingers trembled slightly.

"Let's leave first." Feng Chen looked back at Feng Changqing and others, "Don't be around here. Go back and prepare. When Qiao Qiao wakes up, we will leave here."

Mo Lian raised her little hand and wiped the blood stained on her fingers.

The blood on this hand is rarely someone else's, it is the blood that she spurted out of her mouth.

Qiao Qiao's injury made her little face look much weaker, and under her jade-colored transparent skin, filament-like blood vessels could be seen.

Mo Lian threw the handkerchief into the basin, stretched out her hand tremblingly and lifted her up, hugged her tightly, held her tightly, and lowered her head while breathing, resting against her neck.

If Qiao Mu was awake, he would definitely be able to feel the trembling breath of his body, as well as the unhurried tears that fell below her collarbone.

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable glanced in from the window with a faint light in his eyes.

Reaching out to stop Mu Xingchen, who wanted to get started, he said softly, "Let them stay for a while. Mo Lian is very heartbroken at this time, and she is very self-blaming."

"Give him time to reply slowly on his own, it's useless for others to say anything."

Mu Xingchen glanced at them again uneasy, and nodded with a sigh.

After Mo Lian took care of her, she took care of Qiao Qiao until the night was quiet.

He has been by her side, changing her a clean and moist handkerchief from time to time to cover her forehead.

Hold her little hand tightly, listen to the lotus murmur in her mouth, and respond to her Jojo anytime, anywhere.

However, at this time, Qiao Mu had no idea where he was drowsy.

The whole person is heavy, as if drifting around on a floating boat, with nowhere to be home.

She didn't know where she was, but she knew where she wanted to go.

Mo Lian, Mo Lian, where are you? She screamed anxiously in her heart.

I just heard a slow and low voice, as if floating from the distant sky, talking intermittently: Jojo, don't be afraid, I've always been by your side, always by your side.

She seemed to feel his warm lips on her hand, warm and sweet.