The Abandoned Daughter of the Miraculous Doctor: Killing the Demon Emperor with a Kiss

Lan Qingyu reluctantly dragged the old man out and said helplessly, "Su Baichu, your acting is too poor. It can be seen at a glance."

Su Baichu, who was dressed as an old man, looked up at the azure sky helplessly and said in a leisurely voice, "In the past two years, none of them recognized me. I didn't expect that you would recognize me as soon as we met. This feeling is really a bit uncomfortable."

Lan Qingyu chuckled, "That's because no matter how you change, you can't change your physique as a charlatan, and your temperament seems to be different from that of an ordinary person."

Su Baichu smiled bitterly, "So it's so exposed."

"So you want to follow me?"

"Now, the Aotian Continent is in chaos, so naturally I can't escape safely. In that case, why should I run away?" Su Baichu said with a smile.

Lan Qingyu nodded and smiled, "Then you are welcome!"

Su Baichu nodded and left Lan Qingyu's sight. After a while, a graceful Su Baichu appeared in Lan Qingyu's sight. Lan Qingyu praised, "Sure enough, this outfit looks better to the eye."

During these three days, Lan Qingyu sent these people into the space. The alchemist was handed over to Lou Taipeng, and the warriors were handed over to Yun Xiao, Xuan Suxiu, and Su Baichu, who were with Lou Taipeng and the others.

Her master, Huang Jue, helped to watch over them and gave occasional guidance.

Three days passed in a flash, and Lan Qingyu was ready to look for Mo Yao, but before she even left the foot of the solitary peak, she ran into Mo Yao, who was exhausted.

The moment the two met, their hearts were shaken, and the strong longing in their bodies and souls was like a surging river, flowing endlessly into each other's hearts, making each other want to cry.

Lan Qingyu was also wearing a snow-white textile dress today. She looked like an angel in white, wrapping up her perfect figure. Her perfect, sexy and mature aura sprayed on Mo Yao's nose and heart.

He swallowed and looked at Lan Qingyu with burning eyes, a small flame burning in his eyes.

Today, Mo Yao was wearing a snow-white brocade robe, with his devilish hair draped over his shoulders. He looked noble and domineering, with a hint of worry and impetuousness between his eyebrows. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his flying temples, and his frosty starry eyes softened instantly, with mist faintly visible between his starry eyes. Joy, sadness, longing, and pain all emerged one by one on his delicate and familiar face. Seeing Lan Qingyu standing in front of him unharmed, after he confirmed it, those emotions finally turned into love and doting.

Lan Qingyu's eyelashes flickered and tears filled her eyes as she looked at Mo Yao standing in front of her. It seemed like a very long time had passed.

At the moment when her life was on the verge of death, the only thing that appeared in her mind was his shadow. She thought she would never see this man again in her life.

Originally, she thought she would never leave the illusion again, but she never expected that God loved her and had pity on her, allowing her to return to her body from tens of thousands of years ago. Although she still has not fully recovered, Lan Qingyu is very satisfied.

As long as she could see Mo Yao, even if it was just a dream, she would be willing.

"Mo Yao, Mo monster." Lan Qingyu looked at the man who was a head taller than her. They were standing so close to each other that she could smell each other's breath in just one breath.

"Little Feather--" Mo Yao looked at the petite figure in front of him softly, his heart beating fast, and he seemed completely speechless. Those sweet words, those words of longing that penetrated into his bones, were all choked in his throat.