Chapter 685: Tear-Eye Mode

Ye Qingxuan's eyes fell greedily on Emperor Zun again, and he could not wait to devour every inch of him. Acacia was carved into the bone marrow, and when he saw him again, she could not wait to engrave his figure on the heart field ...
She couldn't help seeing Xiao Kirin desperately chopping Emperor's robes with her two claws!
The Emperor cannot tolerate any beast from anyone!
This little unicorn dare not know that the heaven and the earth are scratching the emperor!
"Bold unicorn beast!" Ye Qingchen screamed angrily, and was about to cast the little unicorn away with a cast. But when I saw Emperor Zun's next move, he was alive!
Emperor Zun's fingers were caged lightly on the cat's head, and the light white light completely covered it.
The technique that Ye Qingyu put on the white cat was easily resolved by him, and Ning Xuemo's soul was brought up by him ...
Ning Xuemo's soul had been twisted into a ball, and he was trembling in the palm of his hand. It was in a semi-coma state. He didn't even know he had fallen into the hands of Emperor Zun. The only thing she felt now was pain!
It hurt so much that she wanted to spread out, wanted to ash the smoke ...
Because she herself wanted to give up, and suffered such a great crime, her soul had been seriously injured, and when she raised it, her three souls and six souls showed signs of flying away.
"Xue Mo!" Emperor Zun's voice tightened, and his fingers waved, waves of green light completely covering her soul, nourishing her with thoughts: "Xue Mo, don't give up ..."
"Master!" Xiao Qilin usually can't see Ning Xuemo in the state of soul. He can only see it when the tear-eye mode is turned on.
Little Kirin couldn't cry easily, but it just experienced the same pain just now as Ning Xuemo, and it was tearful early.
So it is clear that Ning Xuemo's soul is very clear now. Seeing that she is almost immature at this moment, she cried out with a wow: "Master! Master!"
Ye Qingyan looked at the scene dumbly, a heart sinking and sinking.
She has never seen Emperor Zun treat such a gentle person!
Her body was cold, and there was resentment in the eyes of Ning Xuemo's soul!
Envy was burning in her chest like a raging fire.
Knowing this, she should have caught her soul and let her whole soul fly away!
Master is hers! Master should only have a woman by her side ...
Emperor Zun stood there, so obviously she was afraid to step forward. Dare not to touch a corner of his body.
She couldn't really approach the Emperor's side by doing her best, but the ordinary soul of Ning Xuemo was taken care of by him ...
She hated Ning Xuemo in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it again, and said lowly beside her: "Disciple ... Disciple doesn't know she cares about Master ..."
She hadn't finished a word of explanation, and a long black and red shadow flashed in front of her, slamming across her mouth.
"Ah!" Ye Qingmao caught off guard, screamed, and fell straight to the ground.
"This seat again, this seat is not your master! Ye Qingying, how many whip did you hit her?" Emperor Zun's voice was like a storm. The palm of his palm was holding the whip dedicated to soul.
Ye Qingdi used this whip to not know how many people hit him, but never expected that one day the whip would fall on himself.
The thunder of Emperor Zun almost drew her soul in half, hurting her so much that she rolled on the ground and couldn't say a word.
Emperor's eyes fell on Ning Xuemo's soul, and there were several whip marks on it, each of which hurt her soul ...