At the same time, they had seen his astonishing beauty, but now they could not care less about their amazement. Feng Yaxiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva carefully, then carefully dragged her stiff feet, carefully got out of the carriage, cautiously approached him, and carefully grabbed his hand.

"Uh...... Master, be careful......"

Li Haoran snorted.

"Uh...... Belch...... Lord, you ...... Will you let him go first? ”

"No, this king wants his head!"

"Master, don't be like this, he's an innocent person, how can you just ask for an innocent person's head?"

Li Haoran snorted again unmoved, "The person who dares to take the king's cook and go casually is an innocent person?" ”

"He is also eager to save his wife."

"It's useless for you to say anything, this king is going to fix his head today!"

"But I wasn't taken away by him, but I ran away with them, who let the master not save Wan'er, I made this decision."

Li Haoran sneered and was silent, and Feng Yaxiang's whole body was cold when she saw it.

"Master, you can save Wan'er......"

"No, I don't save it."

Li Haoran said coldly.

"Okay, okay, if you don't save it, then you can let him go first."

Li Haoran still refused to let go, his eyes were still staring at Song Qingguo as cruelly as a cobra.

Feng Yaxiang stomped her feet angrily and anxiously, and then glanced at the corner of her eye, and a flash of inspiration, "Master, look, this is his lady, the person who has changed her head, a great beauty, look, look, maybe the master will change his mind to save her." Master, take a look, take a look. ”

Attract his attention with the face of a beauty, and then take the opportunity to take away the soft sword in his hand, not knowing if it will work.

Li Haoran finally slowly moved his gaze to Wen Wan'er's face for a moment.

It's a pity that Feng Yaxiang's trick failed, but Wen Wan'er was stunned by his beauty and was stunned.

Li Haoran looked away.

"Lord, master, don't remove, don't remove, look again, look again."

This freak!

If the beauty doesn't look at it, why do you focus on the sword?

"Master, what do you say, what do you have to do to let him go?"

"Go back with this king immediately, and don't say a word!"

"Huh?"

Feng Yaxiang was dumbfounded, "But ...... But ......"

"Hurry up, this king doesn't have that much patience!"

"Miss Xiangxiang, you can go back with him, my illness is incurable, I just need my father-in-law to be well, that's enough."

Wen Wan'er, who was already crying over there, begged.

"If you don't decide, it's up to the king to decide!"

As he spoke, Li Haoran seemed to be about to draw his sword.

"No!"

Feng Yaxiang screamed and grabbed his hand, "No! I promise you, I will go back with you immediately, and I won't say a word, please, let him go! ”

According to the current situation, it seems that we can only save the current one first.

Li Haoran glanced at her, and then his wrist flicked and he withdrew his sword.

With another flick of his wrist, the sword went back around his waist, and then, he took Feng Yaxiang's hand and turned around to leave.

"Lord Wang, please stay!"

Li Haoran's face sank even more gloomy, and he slowly turned around to face Song Qingguo, who had just picked up a life from his sword.

"Stay? Do you call this king to stay? ”

Li Haoran suddenly evoked a cruel smile, "Do you want this king to stay and cut off the heads of the two of you?" ”