Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Mu Ziling was a little guilty of being stared at by his eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's inner world, she hooked the corners of her lips brightly, and said with a smile: "Don't you feel that this place is full of ghosts, and it makes people uncomfortable to stay like this ?”

Looking at her smiling An Ran face, Long Xiaoyu's eyes flickered with pity, he wrapped her in his arms, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "Hey, have a good sleep, it's okay, I'm here .”

"Mm." Mu Ziling buried her face in his arms, the heart that was still in panic a moment ago was inexplicably relieved at this moment.

That's right, she is no longer alone. With him around, why should she be afraid?

No matter how threatening and lethal the things in Yue Linglong's stomach are to her, she still has to face them.

Since she can't hide, it's time to end the grievances and resentments between her and Yue Linglong.

The surrounding air was extremely cold.

The breath in the air is also particularly depressing.

Mu Ziling nestled quietly in Long Xiaoyu's arms, wrapped in his full sense of security, in the end she still couldn't resist the onslaught of sleepiness, closed her eyelids, and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, Mu Ziling slept soundly, and when she woke up, it seemed that the whole sky had changed.

Opening her eyes, what she saw was still Long Xiaoyu's unparalleled handsome face, but there was no trace of tenderness on his face.

He lowered his eyes, and he didn't know what he saw. His falcon-like cold eyes seemed to be covered with frost, and there was a thick gloomy and frightening chill deep in the bottom of his eyes.

Mu Ziling frowned subconsciously, turned her head, followed his line of sight, and looked down.

The first thing she saw was not the group of people under the pavilion, but a crystal clear bead like a night pearl floating in midair.

An incomparably clear image was projected on the bead.

In the image, there is a snow covered in silver, a man and a woman are chasing in the snow, and soon the man throws the woman on the snow, he lays on her body, like a wolf like a tiger looking, kissing...

An extremely dazzling scene, a scene that he had personally experienced, was presented in front of everyone's eyes at this moment. Mu Ziling only felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, and his whole brain went blank.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

In an instant, the images and beads vanished into nothingness under Long Xiaoyu's flaming palms, disappearing without a trace.

Mu Ziling was so frightened by the sound that she trembled violently. Under her sight was a group of Yu Wenhao and the others. They all raised their heads and looked at the sky above where the image just appeared.

They seem to be watching an action drama, all kinds of playfulness, ridicule, gloating, and more to say...

Looking at the faces of the group of people below, waves of burning pain appeared on Mu Ziling's pale face.

She didn't care at all what the group of people below thought of her, all she cared about was the man beside him.

Nothing happened between her and Ouyang Feiyu... Would Long Xiaoyu believe her?

Mu Ziling suddenly became a little scared.

She was still lying in his arms, but she couldn't feel any warmth at all. All she could feel was the fierce arrogance rising from his body, which swept her so hard that she dared not raise her eyes to look at him.

Mu Ziling didn't know how long she remained motionless, she only knew that Long Xiaoyu finally pushed her away from his arms.

No nostalgia, no questioning.

"Dragon—" Mu Ziling subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab Long Xiaoyu's hand, but before she even touched a corner of his clothes, he had already disappeared before her eyes.