He said "too"?

Wan Zhang was silent for a while, only to think that he didn't pay attention when he came in, but now that he thought about it, he found that there were many more people in this hall than usual, and they were all waiting for him, so many people, it turned out that they were just to stop him.

No wonder, I can still see him sitting here drinking, otherwise, at this hour, he should have returned with Fu Jian's head and hung it on the city gate to comfort Princess Qinghe's spirit in the sky.

Although Emperor You's safety could not let Murong Chong kill Fu Jian at this moment to take revenge, seeing his depressed attitude of hearing that his loved ones had died, but he couldn't help but feel heartache in his heart.

On the one hand, I don't want him to become what I had in my nightmare, and on the other hand, just seeing what he looks like now makes me feel very distressed.

Wanzhang lowered his head and sighed secretly, in the end, he was just a teenager, the sky was ruthless, why did he let such a person who should only be a man of light and moon end up with such a fate, the country was ruined, and he suffered humiliation, and now he was threatened by the enemy, and he couldn't even take revenge.

He should be a free-spirited person, but he can only sit in this gloomy temple and drink wine from a jar to suppress his unhappiness and resentment.

Good, good.

Since he felt uncomfortable in his heart, he wanted to drink, so he let him drink.

Wanzhang slammed the wine jar he snatched in his arms on the table, sat down with a skirt up, reached out and took a jar of wine in front of him, opened the seal, and said frankly:

"I'll drink with you!"

Although it was a companion, before Murong Chong could drink, she had already raised her head and began to drink in a big gulp, and those who didn't know might think that the person with the knot was her.

Obviously, even Murong Chong was surprised for a moment, the wine in front of him didn't move for a long time, but he kept looking at this little girl who sacrificed her life to accompany the gentleman.

I drank a large jar of wine without panting, and put down the empty jar, and my eyes were a little red, like tears.

He looked at the tears in his eyes and was stunned for a moment.

She was feeling sorry for herself.

She seems to be extremely soft-hearted, and she has to feel sorry for others at every turn, because of herself, this is the second time she has shed tears, I don't know, I still have to think ...... thought she had herself in her heart.

In her heart, does she have herself?

For some reason, at that moment, he desperately wanted to know the answer to this question, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he actually pulled her in front of his eyes, and there was only half an inch between the two, and her panicked eyes and panicked expression were reflected in her red eyes......

Then, with a bow of her head, she easily put her lips over her lips, which were still stained with a few drops of wine.

The aroma of the wine spread to his whole mind in an instant, I don't know if it was the stamina of the wine he had just drunk, or the few drops of wine from the corners of her lips, the little girl's lips were so soft, the moment he kissed it, his heart was full of swords and swords, and the thoughts of conquering the city dissipated all at once, and he just wanted to toss and turn slowly and gently on this paradise.

And Wan Zhang must have never thought that this kind of thing would happen a second ago, he actually kissed him like this, and didn't even give himself a chance to react, and when he reacted, his snort was already filled with the smell of wine-soaked plum fragrance on his body, and at the beginning she could still feel the anger in his whole body, she couldn't help but be scared in her heart, and her limbs were stiff. But after a while, it seemed to change, and his kiss became slow and intimate, and he would take into account his own feelings, so that she could find a comfortable position to accept the kiss that came suddenly and gradually got better.

But then, the kiss that had just been gentle for a short time was again in flames, and Wan Zhang couldn't help but open his eyes in amazement, he actually stuck his tongue in, like a dried carp, sparing no effort to find any piece of water, and like a domineering beast, he wanted to leave his mark everywhere he went.

There was a sudden pain in her lips, and he actually bit her lips.

There was a faint smell of blood in his mouth, and he came back to his senses and stopped, slowly leaving her peach-like lips, leaving only his forehead to lean on, his chest rising and falling and panting, and there was still blood red in his eyes, but he hid a little charming, fading the killing intent in the sky, and adding endless demonic energy.

Originally, I just wanted to see if she had her own in her heart, but I didn't expect that she would test her own mind.

He had her in his heart, and he liked her.

That's why I couldn't help it, and I lost my mind in the face of such a little girl who didn't know anything about people and had no distractions.

And what about her?

Murong Chong lowered his eyes, the little girl was touching his forehead, the most intimate and trusting posture, her lips were full of blood, it was his momentary forgetfulness just now, his eyes were lowered and he didn't dare to look at him, and his cheeks were as bright as peaches and plums, shy and delicate.

should always have him in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have pushed him away, let alone cater to him obediently and jerkyly.

Holding her into his arms, he couldn't help but want to call her:

"Zhang'er."

Just now, his heart was filled with strong hatred for Qinghe being killed by Fu Jian, and he didn't know if he scared her. For my sister, I have relied on her since she was a child, she is like her mother, her mother was killed, who in the world can swallow this breath?

But just now I was really out of shape, I couldn't stop her, and then I was bewitched by the tears in her eyes, and I couldn't help but want to kiss her...... What to see if she has herself in her heart, it's just an excuse, it's just that when I see her, I feel that she can feel sorry for herself like this, which is rare and precious, so I was confused and kissed her.

Then I unexpectedly found that she did not reject herself, and I felt even more moved and cherished.

When Wanzhang heard him suddenly call himself, he wanted to agree, but he didn't have the courage to do so.

Presumably, he must be blushing abnormally now, and if he answers him, he must even have a trembling voice, so that he can't let himself be so embarrassed.

Silently peeked at him, leaning against him just now, he didn't even dare to open his eyes, and only now did he dare to sneak a glance, only to see that the jawline was as beautiful as a jade carving, he was wearing a simple dark pattern brocade white clothes, black hair was untied, hanging behind him, the whole person was elegantly like a fairy outside the world, although there was still blood in the phoenix eyes, but finally it was back to some normal appearance, no longer so terrible.

She looked at him as if he had calmed down a little, and her heart was finally relieved, thinking that her mouth was not bleeding in vain. But he was still not sure if he would not go to Fu Jian for revenge, so he was bold and wanted to persuade him again.

"I know that Princess Qinghe's death is a big blow to you." Feeling that his arm loosened in his arms, Wanzhang took advantage of the situation to straighten up and said in a leisurely tone, "However, people live in this world, life and death have a fate, but you still have unfinished business, so can you ...... At least for now, Fu Jian can't be killed. ”

She grew up in an environment where she firmly believed in fate, believing that death and life are in heaven and that the destiny of heaven could not be violated, so over time, she looked down on life and death. But Xie An's death not long ago made her feel so uncomfortable for the first time in the face of the death of someone she cared about. Even if you believe in the will of heaven, you can't help but sigh for a while. What's more, with the importance of Princess Qinghe to Murong Chong, he must be thousands of times more uncomfortable than himself not long ago, so although he persuaded him like this at this time, he also knew how powerless and pale this persuasion was.

On the one hand, he persuaded hard, and on the other hand, he blamed himself for being so cruel that he made a person not even able to avenge his loved ones.

Wan Zhang's fingers pinched his palm fiercely, and his tone was silent and gentle:

"Promise me, okay?"

There was silence all around, waiting for a response, she suddenly felt a tightness on her wrist, and suddenly looked up, it was Murong Conflict who firmly grabbed her wrist.

And it's so strong, so inescapable. It seems that it uses ninety percent of the strength, and as long as the last one is added, you can easily pinch your wrist.

There was no tenderness in his eyes, and it was not as angry as before, just a faint coldness, thin and sad.

Wanzhang couldn't help frowning slightly in pain, but he didn't dare to struggle.

His hands have been practicing martial arts and holding swords all year round, but there is no thick callouse at all, slender and slender, and those who don't know will only think that this is a pair of hands that are used to twisting chess and playing the piano. It's hard to give up on being naturally beautiful, and people like him are probably the best interpretation of this sentence.

But it wasn't until this moment that he realized that he was not only beautiful and moving, but also a phoenix emperor bathing in fire, no matter how gentle, beautiful, and attractive he was on the outside, he was warm and crazy on the inside, full of seven emotions and six desires.

He and Xie Yan are two kinds of people who are completely at the extreme in this world.

Murong Chong held her wrist, didn't say a word, lowered his body slightly, and took out a yellowed scroll from under the case, before slowly letting go of her hand, spreading it on the case and slowly opening it in front of her.

The woman in the painting is only fourteen or fifteen years old, beautiful and gentle, with a moving smile, and a pair of phoenix eyes that are seven points similar to him, but there are a little more tears under the eyes, which makes her look a little more weak and a little less angry.

This tear mole, if the woman with a beautiful face knows about it, it will only add a little charm, but such a face that captivates the country and the city is extremely ominous, and it is destined to suffer for a lifetime because of this face.

Qi Zhang's heart jumped, and he guessed the answer somehow, but asked in disbelief:

"It's ......"

Murong Chong's gaze at the painting was extremely gentle, and it was as simple and gentle as a child, but his voice was hoarse and sad:

"It's ...... My sister, Princess Qinghe. ”

Wan Zhang didn't dare to say much, so he saw that he was motionless looking at the painting and continued:

"My sister treated me very well, when I was a child, although there were many brothers and sisters around, we were the closest." Until this moment, when he really mentioned Princess Qinghe, he suddenly calmed down, but this calm was too scary, like the calm before the storm, he paused and said, "I still remember when Dayan perished, it was she who covered my eyes and said to me, 'Emperor Feng, don't look at it, you just have to remember that one day, let the people who gave humiliation to the Murong royal family taste a hundredfold, a thousand times the pain. ’……”

Wanzhang's nose was sour, he only felt a moist feeling in his eyes, and he stiffly stretched out his hand to touch it, and touched a drop of cold liquid on his cheek, put it in front of his eyes for a long time, and Fang sighed that these were tears.

Bitter, yet cold.

Then, suddenly a sentence rang in her ears as he gritted his teeth:

"I ...... Promise you. ”

Looking at each other stunned with tears in his eyes:

"You, what did you say?"

"You asked me not to kill Fu Jian. I promise you. ”

As he said this, his whole body trembled slightly with desperate anger.

But Wanzhang no longer felt terrible, but ...... There was a fine and dense pain in my heart.

What did you do?

At the beginning, he provoked him, although it was destiny, but what did he know? Why did he use the excuse of the Mandate of Heaven to force him to not even do what he wanted to do?

Even if it's the mandate of heaven, what is it?

couldn't help but slowly put her hand on Murong Chong's eyes, there was a mist in the phoenix eyes that were full of red again, and she couldn't see whether it was tears, hatred, or resentment towards herself, she only felt that it was this mist that made her heart ache.

Heartache ...... I can't bear to look at it.

As soon as he spoke, he was as low and sour as he was:

"I'm sorry ......"

The eyes under the palm of his hand finally wept freely in the dark, and Wanzhang only felt a chill in his palm, and his tears oozed from his fingers, which weighed thousands of pounds, so that she could hardly bear it.

She moved closer to him, and with her other hand climbed on his back, patting it down and down, as if comforting a child.

"Sister...... Sister ......"

The helpless tone he had never had before fell on her heart, causing her heart to twitch, almost fainting in pain, and almost crying with him.