The death prophecy on Xuanyuan Yu had been successfully removed.
Yun Ran and the others had to leave Wu'an too.
After all, Mo Beiyuan still had the identity of the East Continent's Emperor. It was not appropriate for him to stay in the Imperial Palace of Wu'an.
Yun Ran and the others also had more important things to do.
"Wanwan, don't go."
At night, Xuanyuan Yu pressed Bai Wan into his arms in a hoarse voice. His movements were a little crazy, and he even said angrily, "If only the death prophecy on me had not been lifted."
In this way, they would continue to stay by his side.
Bai Wan raised her hand and pressed her palm against his thin lips. She shook her head and looked nervous. "Ah Yu, don't talk nonsense."
"But I want you to stay. Stay with me. Stay with me!"
Xuanyuan Yu bit her finger gently with his thin lips, his eyes filled with a secret addiction.
