two Lord True gods, let's stop fighting. At the same time, Qing Yun raised his head to the sky and spoke in a voice that was neither servile nor overbearing.
As his voice fell, a purple figure landed beside Bai Ye, while another golden figure landed beside Feng Luan.
"Little young matriarch, are you alright?" The second elder's expression was very bad, but his tone was very concerned. Just now, he was the one who had shouted to stop the attack from this side, but unfortunately, he had not succeeded.
He watched helplessly as the other party's killing blow cut into his young mistress's soul, which his young master had told him to protect. His old face was completely green.
Fortunately, the young mistress was more resilient than he had imagined. She was completely fine?
