Chapter 117: The Concubine of the Deep Palace 40

Bypassed the screen, but froze straight in place.

The smile on his face froze instantly, and the armor in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

[Digging goose, Shenji, the little prince is back. Yue Lao looked like he was lying down and watching a good show, and he was gloating and laughing.

"Xuan Lei Jue."

[Shen Ji, Xiao Xian just remembered that today is the day of the Sanyuan real person's wedding, and he has to go first, if Shen Ji has anything to do with entering the Peach Blossom Ring to summon Xiao Xian. Yue Lao immediately closed the peach blossom mirror with a serious face, and then slowly exhaled.

Shenji's Xuan Lei must have obtained the true inheritance of the god of war Blue Bird, and one blow can turn him into a living soul in seconds, and there is a god who doesn't know how terrifying his combat power is, so he still shouldn't challenge it easily.

If she comes back and is electrocuted every day, that day ...... Oh, it's terrible, imaginary incompetence!

But......

It's so good.

Qianwan looked at the man standing next to the screen, saw that he didn't move for a long time, frowned, and broke the strange silence first, "Why did you come back today...... so early?"

But I saw that he clenched his hands into fists, and the green tendons on his forehead flared up, and he strode forward and hugged the person with a flat expression.

Qianye looked at the person lying in his arms, and tapped his head with his fingertips, "You smell of sweat, go wash it." ”

However, he was hugged harder, and Qianwan found that he was trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to hold back, "Words? ”

It was the first time she had called him that.

Yan Meng's heart hurts, "I'm sorry ......"

He had never seen her so embarrassed, so tired and fragile that it seemed to shatter at the touch of it, the lingering smell of the room, the mess on the bed, all hinted at what had just happened here.

That person, how daring.

Yan Meng gritted his teeth fiercely, and his originally calm eyes were surging with murderous intent at this moment.

Sensing that his mood was not quite right, Qianye pushed him away, seeing that his eyes were full of irrepressible anger, he frowned, and asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Yan Meng's thin lips were pursed, and he raised his eyes to look at her, and the blood that had been brewing disappeared in an instant, and he said slowly, "It's okay." ”

"Have you forgotten what I told you?" Qianwan stretched out her hand to stroke the tips of his hair, and said in a serious tone, "Emotions can't be exposed." ”

"But you're hurt." A trace of pity flashed in Yan Meng's eyes, but it was quickly covered by calmness.

Qianwan chuckled, it turned out that he was motivated by this?

"How did Hongu ever say that he was injured?"

As he spoke, he took off the Jinpa and wiped off a little of the bruises on his neck, "Remember, you can only see through the truth after you calm down, don't be blinded by the surface." ”

Yan Meng watched her movements a little stunned, and the bruises on her fair neck fell off a little as soon as she wiped it, so she was not injured......

With this realization, her originally calm and self-contained face gradually became crimson, and her eyes watched her wipe off those ambiguous traces, revealing snow-white skin.

Seeing that she still wanted to unbutton the top button of the placket, Yan Meng suddenly reached out and grabbed her, and paused, "I know." ”

If you look closely, you will see that his fingers tremble lightly and his breath is unsteady.

However, Qianwan only felt that the powder in the shoulder blade was a little itchy, brushed his hand away, and frowned, "It's good to know." ”

As he spoke, he opened the button, revealing a beautiful collarbone, but the bruises on the side were a little eye-catching.

This month's old Rausch inferior eyeshadow?

A certain immortal was a little annoyed.

Yue Lao: Who would put an eyeshadow mixed with sequins on their body? Who?!

Yan Meng pursed her lips and took a deep breath, reciting the Confucian scriptures several times in just a few breaths when she wiped off the traces, but it didn't calm him down.