The corners of Su Qianmo's lips hooked up a cold arc, and he sneered: "But why did I seem to hear Lao Li say yesterday that you played with his son's feelings, and when you met a better one, you kicked people away." ”

"You talk nonsense!"

Duanmu Yingrong's face froze, and he hurriedly defended himself.

"You don't want to spew blood, yin and yin are your watery poplar flowers, but you want to slander my head."

After that, he turned his head and looked at Nangong Yehua with a sad expression and said, "Childe, don't believe her lies, I see ...... in the yin."

"This king's woman can't take your turn to put the beak yet."

The corners of Nangong Yehua's mouth coldly hooked up a touch of arc, his eyes were as cold as frost, and his body was filled with a thick aura, like the murderous aura of death in hell.

I saw that with a flick of his fingertips, a powerful spiritual power flew out, knocking Duanmu Yingrong away.

Duanmu Yingrong was knocked out a few meters away before he could defend, and his back hit the rockery hard and fell to the ground.

"Poof!"

She covered her chest with one hand, her blood tumbling upward, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

I struggled to get up, my body shook, and my brain was still a little dizzy.

Duanmu Yingrong's face was pale and weak, his eyes were full of disbelief but horror looking at him, he actually hurt her for this woman, it was really ironic.

The corners of her mouth hooked up a self-deprecating smile: "Do you like her that much?" Where is she so good for you to protect her so much, I really like you, can't you see it? ”

"Who are you?"

Nangong Yehua floated out a sentence indifferently like the wind.

Burst.

Su Qianmo almost burst out laughing, she couldn't help but ask Nangong Yehua to praise her in her heart.

After doing it for a long time, people didn't take Duanmu Yingrong in their eyes at all, and they didn't even know who she was.

It's so funny.

When the words fell, Duanmu Yingrong's body stiffened a little at that moment, his face turned blue and white and blue, he didn't know what her name was.

Or was he deliberately humiliating her?

"It's okay if you don't remember me."

"However, she will soon be the target of public criticism." Duanmu Yingrong's index finger pointed at Su Qianmo and sneered at Nangong Yehua.

Su Qianmo frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

Seeing that she looks confident, it doesn't look like she's telling lies to bluff people.

Duanmu Yingrong didn't pay attention to her, a pair of beautiful eyes still stared at Nangong Yehua, with undisguised admiration and a bit of ambition in her eyes, word by word: "I, say, pass, you, only, can, yes, I, of!" ”

With that, she glanced at him with a sinister look, and then flicked her sleeves and left.

Su Qianmo turned his head slowly, and looked at Nangong Yehua with a smile in his dark eyes.

Nangong Yehua happened to be looking at her as well.

His deep eyes were like the stars in the night sky, twinkling and shining, gloomy and dazzling.

There was a slight smile on his delicate and beautiful face, and the gloomy sunlight poured on his face, as if covered with a soft light.

He looked at her tenderly.

Su Qianmo's heart moved slightly, and her clear phoenix eyes bent slightly: "Looking at her, it seems that she is not lightly injured, in the face of beautiful women, you are not half distracted and merciful?" ”

Nangong Yehua walked over slowly, stood in front of her, looked at her dotingly, and a shallow smile appeared on her beautiful face: "This king only pities you and cherishes jade." ”

Then he smiled and snorted coldly: "Also, that yin is a beast, and it is natural for you, as the princess of this king, to stand up and save this king from fire and water, you are good...... Hum! ”