"What's going on?"

"Merfolk," Charried squirted his lower lip irritably, "there is not a day of rest. I don't know where they got the news, and they know that the king has been plagued with trivial matters lately. ”

The palm of his hand casually hit the steering wheel, "Count it out, it's really time to settle down." ”

An Yang's heart sank, and he probably guessed the meaning of his words.

The palm on her lap rubbed lightly twice, she was not qualified to ask the deep meaning, let alone take the initiative to expose herself.

In the silent silence, Charried muttered indifferently, "I know that only qualified people are qualified to stand by the king's side, but you are ...... after all Anyway, what may happen today, you don't have too much psychological burden. ”

An Yang sensed the embarrassment in his tone, although he usually had an indifferent expression on his face, but his mood fluctuated slightly.

The vehicle drove smoothly into Chen Zhaoheng's residence, and everything around was as quiet as ever, as if nothing special had happened.

An Yang walked in and saw Chen Zhaoheng leaning on the sofa with half a chin propped up. He was lazily crossing his legs, his straight, slender legs wrapped around his well-styled leather boots. The eyebrows and eyes were covered by the scattered hair, and the mean red lips were slightly raised, with a haughty aura.

Finding that there was no terrifying scene in front of him, An Yang calmed down a little, and the corner door on the other side was pushed open, and a figure was half-pushed and half-dragged and fell in front of Chen Zhaoheng.

"I'm back."

The lukewarm voice, but because it was Chen Zhaoheng's words, it made people feel like they were nailed by their sight.

An Yang nodded silently, and Charlide, who parked the car and followed, walked over one step ahead of her, "Wang, the journey went smoothly." ”

Chen Zhaoheng glanced at An Yang indifferently from the corner of his eyes, "What else do you have to say?" ”

Those who fell to the ground have been beaten beyond recognition. The soft carpet dragged out a long bloody path because of the action just now.

"I don't know anything......"

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and his voice gurgled like sandpaper on his eardrums.

"The mouth is quite hard," Chen Zhaoheng put down his originally cocked legs, folded his fingers with his hands, and pressed his body forward to lean forward, "The inhibitor is on your territory, appearing." ”

Depressor?! The word made An Yang's ears tremble keenly.

"Wang, it was because I didn't care about what I did that made a mistake. But I don't really know ......"

Under the trembling voice, the man barely supported his body with his hands, "I will definitely give the king an explanation, as long as I am given another chance." ”

Chen Zhaoheng's patience ran out, and a cold snort of unknown meaning came out of his throat.

The bodyguard standing next to him immediately understood, raised his hand and roughly strangled the man's hair back, and his jaw was forced to rise, revealing his fragile neck.

An Yang saw Chen Zhaoheng slowly raise his hand, and his thumb slowly rubbed the man's violently trembling Adam's apple.

Chen Zhaoheng's face, which was stiff because of his approach, suddenly twisted strangely after a few seconds of sluggishness. The bloodshot eyeballs bulged outward in horror.

An Yang was surprised by his sudden change, and before he could react, the man's body seemed to be bound by something, like a poisonous snake trapped in a beast, and began to struggle violently.

The throat was soaked with blood, and only an unsettling gasp could emanate from the wings of the nose.