Married and Obedient to the Husband

And the eunuch who was pushed away by Gao Li had a cold light flashing leisurely in his eyes, and the dagger in his sleeve was drawn out suddenly, stabbing straight at Gao Li's back.

Five years ago, Gao Li used all his skills to save Qi Lianyu, but now he is nothing to fear.

The man sneered, seeing that he was about to succeed, but his movements were frozen in mid-air, and the long sword in Gao Li's hand still pierced his chest.

Gao Li sneered, "You are a good dead soldier, but you don't hide it very well. Although you hide your murderous aura in front of me, your eyes can't deceive anyone. You don't feel humble at all when you see me. Instead, you pretend Afraid, isn't it very suspicious."

Gao Li's long sword that pierced into the opponent's body was slowly drawn out, and the man's body fell heavily on the ground with a plop.

Gao Li didn't even look at it, he ran out directly, led the guards outside, and went straight to the Master of Ceremonies Pavilion.

The master of ceremonies shouted to kill the sky, the sky was full of fire and almost burned everything around, the guards coming from all directions were fighting with the killer, they took a quick glance, but they didn't find Qi Lianyu's figure.

Gao Li's expression changed drastically, and he rushed up a few steps, and unexpectedly rushed towards the direction of the Master of Ceremonies Pavilion, where the entire hall was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

"Your Majesty, please calm down, Your Majesty." The imperial guard hurried forward to block Gao Li who was about to rush up.

Looking at the blaze, Gao Li felt his eyes tearing apart, "Get out! Yu'er is still inside, get out of here." Gao Li was struggling excitedly, but now that he has lost his internal strength, how can he struggle? Passing these Imperial Guards, they could only watch the fire burn everything down.

It was as if the internal organs were also being burnt violently by the fire, and a slight pain came up, a heat surged up in the chest cavity, and the corners of Gao Li's mouth overflowed with blood.

"I'm fine."

Just when Gao Li was in despair, someone behind him patted him lightly and smiled slightly at Gao Li.

Hearing this voice, Gao Li was shocked and trembled violently, without saying a word, he rushed over and hugged Qi Lianyu tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"That's great, Yu'er, that's great." Gao Lixi couldn't help saying.

Qi Lianyu also stretched out his arms to hug Gao Li back and forth, comforting softly, "I'm not in the house today, I went out to enjoy the flowers, so I'm not trapped in the Master of Ceremonies Pavilion."

It was a fluke, the fire ignited in an instant, destroying the entire hall, but after a while, the killer was waiting outside, and it was difficult for the living inside to escape.

After waking up, Gao Li's gentle face showed murderous intentions, he damn dared to hit Yu'er, he would never spare these people, absolutely not.

Gao Li angrily looked around at the killers around him, and raised his hand coldly, "Kill, leave no one behind."

All of a sudden, the heavens were shouted to kill, and a bloody storm broke out in the palace.

In the land of southern Xinjiang, the trees are lush and green, and all the way here, the dull restlessness in the humid air makes people feel restless, Yanmo came at a high speed on horseback, Qing'er didn't see any movement along the way, it was really shocking.

He only brought four followers and Long Qishao who was about to follow him, too many people would cause the other party to be alert, so Cheng Yu and the others responded outside, so they should be able to escape from this place without any risk.

Worry about Qing'er, non-stop all the way.

Finally, in the dark of night, Yanmo sneaked into this other courtyard silently. This other courtyard is huge, outrageously large, hoarding all the congregants and troops of the Demon Cult. Once discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

In particular, there are demon sect masters sitting here, Yanmo quietly entered, looking for Qing'er from yard to yard, but Qing'er was nowhere to be seen after searching the entire Southwest and Southwest courtyards.

Yanmo couldn't help becoming more worried, what happened to Qing'er, wouldn't he encounter Ye Wuchang, Qing'er took the initiative, would that person spare Qing'er's life because of his old love?

No, no, thinking of that majestic rainy day, Yan Mo's heart was full of coldness, and he put away the trace of luck, his figure shuttled like flying swallows, coming and going without a shadow, making it difficult to detect.

"Wow……"

In this quiet night, a baby's cry came loudly, which made Yan Mo, who was secretly on guard and concentrated, was shocked. How could there be a baby here?

By the way, the child was taken away by Na Yilin. Maybe Na Yilin did not return to Xifan, but came to the ground of the Demon Cult. After all, Na Yilin is now Ye Wuchang's fiancée.

Qing'er was not found, but another child was unexpectedly found. The complex mood of ups and downs, disappointment and joy was like a tide, drowning all Yanmo's emotions.

The body involuntarily flew towards the direction of the child, fast, fast.

No words can describe the excitement, Yanmo flew past, crossed countless barriers and came to that room quietly.

A maid in the room was holding the child and coaxing it softly, while Yan Mo watched from above.

Through the faint candle, the small appearance of the child was reflected in my eyes, the small face, just like Su Yan, was waving his hands and crying loudly at the moment, looking very sad.

Yan Mo's hands hanging under his sleeves suddenly clenched fiercely, his child.

At that moment, he really wished he could rush down and snatch the child, hold him in his arms, comfort him, wipe away the tears on his face, and kiss him well.

Yanmo held back the restlessness in his heart, and settled down to carefully observe the movement inside.

After the maid fed the child with milk, the child finally stopped crying and lay down quietly to sleep soundly.

The maid who took care of the child gently put the child down, then walked out of the room softly, closed the door by the way, and guarded outside.

Suddenly there was a numbness in the neck, and the servant girl fell limply on the ground, Yanmo flew past, supported the servant girl who was about to fall to the ground with one hand, supported him, and placed him lightly at the door, making her sound asleep illusion.

Yanmo quietly sneaked into the room, under the faint yellow candle, a small figure was lying on the bed, with his fingers in his mouth, smacking vigorously.

Seeing someone coming in, he rolled his big eyes, looked at Yan Mo and suddenly laughed.

Yanmo's heart became hot, and he rushed forward impulsively and hugged the lost and recovered child tightly, hugging him tightly in his arms, with such force, the arms holding the child trembled slightly.

"Su Lan, it's great that Daddy found you." Yanmo whispered, "Daddy will take you away now, and Daddy will take good care of you from now on."

Yanmo, who was so happy holding the child, didn't realize that he had touched the bell attached to the bottom when he just rushed in, and that extremely subtle sound spread quickly to all directions of the Demon Cult.

Kissing the child on the forehead, Yanmo carried the child to the door and saw that there was no one around, jumped up to the top of the tree in an instant, and quietly retreated under the cover of the dense trees.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind behind him, Yan Mo subconsciously waved his hand to block it, and knocked the attacker away with his palm, Yan Mo collected himself, looked down, and saw torches coming from all directions surrounding him.

People from the Devil's Cult have already discovered him.

At this moment, Yan Mo no longer hesitated, and the fireworks in his hand shot straight into the sky in an instant, marking the silent and dark night with a bright color that lasted for a long time.

When the signal was sent out, Yanmo couldn't stop on his feet and couldn't stay. He wanted to take the child and escape here as soon as possible.

The trees were quickly discarded behind them, one after another, making people dazzled.

Suddenly a few people appeared in front of him, their swords flickered, blocking Yan Mo's way, Yan Mo saw this situation without stopping, and waved his palm up.

How could those people be Yan Mo's opponents, they were sent flying with a single palm, and suffered serious internal injuries.

"Master Qinglong, I don't know why you came to my Demon Cult late at night?"

Countless torches suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, and the torches illuminated the night as brightly as day. The leader had a wicked smile on his mouth, and his eyes were as deep as midnight.

Yanmo hugged the baby in his arms tightly with one hand, and took a step back vigilantly.

Ye Wuchang actually came in person and stood in front of him, the memory flashed back in an instant, that horrible rainy day seemed to appear before his eyes again, Yan Mo trembled all over his body and his hands and feet were cold.

That trace of fragility disappeared without a trace in an instant, and today he will fight a bloody way no matter what to save his child.

The night is impermanently cold, Yanmo is colder than him, his blue clothes shimmer faintly under the moonlight, noble and cold, aloof and arrogant.

Murderous aura permeated the whole body, Yan Mo drew out the weapon from his waist without saying a word, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

"What a big tone," Ye Wuchang smiled instead of anger, raised the corners of his lips, and said arrogantly, "But I like it."

The atmosphere between the two settled for a while, and the moment they met, there was a murderous intent on the verge of death.

"I'm very curious about this child, but the head of the Qinglong sect, Lawton, came to snatch it in person." Ye Wuchang's attention was on the little guy who was tightly protected by Yanmo's arms.

"If I'm not wrong, this child should be ours."

"He is mine and has nothing to do with you." Yan Mo coldly separated his relationship with Ye Wuchang.

Ye Wuchang snorted, "Is it nothing to do with me? I'm sorry, since it's my child, I can't let you take it away."

The words fell and the wind moved, and the figure was faster than lightning. It flashed in front of Yan Mo in an instant, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the child in Yan Mo's arms. How could Yan Mo let Ye Wuchang succeed, and he was about to fight back.

Ye Wuchang who was close to him suddenly came over and whispered to him.

"If you still want Qing'er's life, let me go."

During this sluggish effort, the child flew out in an instant, Yan Mo's body moved quickly, and flew towards the child's place.