Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

Huangfu Yu hugged Dongfang Ti tightly, fearing that he would suddenly disappear.

Her heart was filled with joy and emotion because she finally saw the person she had been thinking about.

It turned out that Huangfu Yu received a letter sent by carrier pigeon when she was at Lianlan Gate. The letter said that her fiancé, whom she had never met, had died of illness many years ago.

This news was undoubtedly great news for Huangfu Yu, because it meant that the barrier between her and Dongfang Ti was finally broken.

When she learned from her elder brother that Dongfang Ti was in Yandu City, she rushed over impatiently, hoping to meet him again.

Dongfang Ti regained his composure and realized that he was still in Huangfu Yu's arms. His face flushed red, and he quickly distanced himself from Huangfu Yu. He said a little embarrassedly, "Thank you, Miss Huangfu, for saving me."

Huangfu Yu's heart tightened when she saw this, but she didn't say much, just smiled and nodded.

After all, there are more important things to be solved now - that is how to deal with the powerful enemy An Wuhen in front of them.

Seeing that Dongfang Ti was safe and sound, Dongfang Qingmo felt relieved and relieved.

As Huangfu Yi swung the blood-red silver dragon sword towards An Wuhen,

It actually tore a hole in the enveloping black fog.

An Wuhen thought something was wrong and quickly hid in the black fog.

This silver dragon seemed to be really alive, searching for An Wuhen's figure in the black fog.

Dongfang Qingmo felt nervous upon seeing this and quickly reached out to hold Huangfu Yi's arm, fearing that he would suddenly fall.

She stared intently at Huangfu Yi's pale, bloodless lips. The pain in her heart surged like a tide, and her eyes were filled with endless heartache and worry.

"Ayi..." Dongfang Qingmo called his name softly, a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in his voice.

Huangfu Yi seemed to sense her concern, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile, and comforted her: "It's okay, it's just a little blood loss, it's nothing serious."

However, Dongfang Qingmo didn't think so. She frowned and said seriously, "Don't be impulsive. Look at you, your face is so pale, and your lips are bloodless!"

Huangfu Yi chuckled when he heard this, reached out and pinched Dongfang Qingmo's cheek, and teased: "Are you concerned about me?"

Dongfang Qingmo was a little amused by his actions. She opened his hand unhappily and said angrily, "I don't want to be a widow!"

Before he finished speaking, Dongfang Qingmo no longer entangled with Huangfu Yi. He flashed and quickly drifted to Qingli's side, leaving Huangfu Yi standing there with a look of laughter on his face.

Dongfang Qingmo stood still, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring intently at the movements in the black fog.

She found that the silver dragon was still relentlessly chasing An Wuhen, and she felt a little relieved.

"Qingli, Zili hasn't woken up yet?" Dongfang Qingmo turned to look at Qingli and asked anxiously.

Qingli shook her head helplessly and replied, "Not yet. I don't think she'll be able to wake up for a while. You should put her away first. I feel like I can't hold on any longer."

Dongfang Qingmo was extremely anxious when he heard this, but he could only do as he was told.

Qingli changed back, and Dongfang Qingmo gently touched the pink stone, "Zili, wake up!"