Leng Junao's cold voice rippled in the air like a ghost: "I'll give you a chance, you just need to tell me who is going to kill Xi'er?"

When Ye Fengchen heard this, he seemed to have turned on some switch and suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, Leng Junao, do you want to know? Want me to tell you?"

He met Leng Junao's eyes, "I tell you, it's impossible!"

After Ye Fengchen said this, he seemed to have used all his strength in his body and lowered his head again, his hair was messy, covering his cheeks. [】

He has the capital, and Leng Junao will never kill him. Because he hasn't gotten the news he wants the most.

The worst result is just to suffer some flesh and blood.

Ye Fengchen sneered coldly, but he couldn't say that person, even if he had suffered all the punishments here, he couldn't say them.

Leng Junao was treated coldly again and snorted coldly, "I didn't expect that your bones were quite hard."

"Okay, you can choose not to say it, but you have to bear the flesh and blood."

He left with his sleeves and ordered someone to take good care of Ye Fengchen.

After all, he has time, and he will continue to waste like this, so he won’t be afraid that he won’t say anything!

After leaving the gloomy secret room, Leng Junao almost stopped and went to see Zhao Wanxi directly.

He strided hard and soon arrived in the hall.

He stopped the palace maid who was going to inform her, and he wanted to give her a surprise.

After entering the hall, Zhao Wanxi was wearing a regular dress. Without the majesty and domineering nature of the phoenix dress, she added a little softness to her. She supported her chin with one hand and was sleeping lightly.

Xiao Baozi cried for a while, and she took some energy to calm him down. It was really that Leng Junao wanted it too ruthlessly last night.

Her whole body was about to fall apart.

Leng Junao walked closer and watched her long eyelashes tremble slightly, thick black, and her skin as white as snow. Everything made him feel moved.

He leaned closer to her and yelled softly: "Xi'er, Xi'er."

Then I saw the long eyelashes flying for a few times, like a butterfly flying with wings. The fine sunlight just fell on the shadow, and everything was beautiful like a painting.

Zhao Wanxi opened her eyes and looked at it for a long time before accepting the fact that Leng Junao appeared in front of her.

"Xi'er."

Leng Junao shouted, wanting to touch her cheek, but Zhao Wanxi turned her head and hid, and only caught a few strands of black and soft hair.

There was no one around, and my hair was not tied up.

He suddenly became interested and walked a few steps behind Zhao Wanxi, lifting all her three thousand black hairs, "Xi'er, I'll comb your hair."

Before Zhao Wanxi could refuse, Leng Junao pulled her and pressed her in front of the dressing table. In the bronze mirror, there was a familiar face.

Emperor Nan Lin wants to comb her hair personally.

This sentence sounds good. Zhao Wanxi smiled on her lips and sat peacefully, watching the man behind her holding a wooden comb in her hand and combing all her hair.

Even though he had some knots, his technique did not make her feel any pain.

The sun is very bright, and this couple is even better.

Zhao Wanxi closed her eyes comfortably, prepared to squint for a while, and let Leng Junao play freely.

Leng Junao enjoyed the process of dressing up for her. Her soft hair was like flowing water and flowing between his fingers, and his heart was gradually filled with something.
Chapter completed!