Yun Ran was taken aback when she heard this and instinctively turned to look at the masked man fighting with the men in black in the dense forest.
How could he possibly not be Nangong Mo?!
After all this time together, he is clearly him!
Although he has yet to take off his mask, her intuition has always been accurate.
"Princess, please leave here with us first, the Lord will be here soon."
Feng Xuan took a slight step forward, sidestepping, and gestured for Yun Ran to leave.
Yun Ran looked at him without moving, her starry eyes narrowed, deep in thought.
She would rather believe that this Feng Xuan in front of her was an assassin in disguise than believe that the masked man over there was not Nangong Mo.
Feng Xuan seemed to see through her thoughts, his handsome face slightly stiffened, "Princess, I am real, that man is not the Lord, the Lord he..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yun Ran suddenly lashed out at him, and Feng Xuan instinctively dodged aside without retaliating.
Yun Ran seized the opportunity to step forward, intending to personally help deal with the men in black.
Just then, the sound of urgent footsteps and the wheels of a carriage rolling over the ground full of fallen branches and leaves came from behind.
Such a familiar melody.
Yun Ran paused, quickly turned around, and saw seven or eight black-clad guards escorting Nangong Mo swiftly approach this way.
That familiar, unparalleled handsome face, black hair, and dark clothing, noble by nature, who else could it be but Nangong Mo?
Even while sitting in a wheelchair, it couldn’t hide his aura of dominance over the world, like a natural-born king, making one unable to look directly at him.
Yun Ran stared at him in a daze, only snapping back to reality after a while, and quickly turned to look at the man fighting the men in black in the dense forest, waves surging in her starry eyes.
The one who had been with her day and night these past days was that masked man.
And he is not Nangong Mo!
However, his height, physique, aura, and those feelings that cannot be explicitly described with words all tell her that he is indeed Nangong Mo.
But now, the real Nangong Mo appeared before her out of nowhere, telling her that the previous Nangong Mo was fake, and everything was her illusion?
A familiar voice rang out, pulling Yun Ran’s drifting thoughts back.
Her hands were held by a pair of warm large hands, Yun Ran lowered her gaze to look down.
Nangong Mo had already wheeled himself to her, his eyes like deep black jade oceans looking at her, as if a thousand words lay hidden within, yet only forming one sentence:
"Lin Wanyue, I finally found you."
Yun Ran quietly looked at the man in front of her, seeing her reflection in his deep eyes.
She slightly furrowed her brows, scrutinizing him, "Are you really Nangong Mo?"
The man was startled, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes, "Lin Wanyue? You don’t recognize the Lord?"
But then, his gaze was replaced by worry and anxiety, clutching her hand and urgently asking, "Lin Wanyue, what’s wrong with you? Are you injured or ill? Let me see quickly." Official source is nοvelfire.net
[Check your grandfather! You’re the one who’s sick!]
Yun Ran snorted coldly in her heart, forcefully withdrawing her hand, "No, I’m fine, but why should I believe you’re Nangong Mo? How do I know you’re not an assassin in disguise?"
The man frowned, his expression earnest, "I have not disguised myself, the face is real, you can check."
As he spoke, he had already grabbed her hand and pressed it onto his face.
"If you don’t believe, feel carefully, the Lord did not lie to you."
"Lin Wanyue, can you tell yet?"