The Jiuxiao Emperor Ji Pill turned into a ball of golden light, slowly wrapping Chu Huiye.

A burst of vitality quietly emanates.

Honglian Villa.

Yan Takitai.

Baihua Wuxie walked back and forth in the hall with restlessness, her long dark eyebrows flirted gently, and a shimmering and worried light shining in her bright eyes.

Suddenly she hissed softly, covering her chest tightly, and her face under the tassel veil was as pale as gray in an instant.

She murmured, "Why... my heart suddenly hurts! Senior Brother Chu, can you really have an accident?... It's been two days, and the commander Zhan has not returned to the village, so I don't know how he is investigating..."

Baihua Wuxie lowered her eyes, and the morning glow hit her long eyelashes. Her eyelashes were wet with tears, and the flowing light was faint, and she was sad.

She wanted to sit down, but she couldn't sit down, so she could only walk constantly and digest the torment silently.

The throat became tighter and tighter, almost suffocating.
Chapter completed!