Wen Wanbai heard him say this, her eyebrows and eyes bent slightly, and she teased the tails of her eyes, as comfortable and lazy as a cat.

"This palace abolished one of your hands, and taught you the four words 'there is nothing else', which is indeed a good deal."

Qianfeng's right hand, which was already hanging by his side, stiffened slightly, and Yu Yao clearly reconnected it for him. But when Wen Wanbai mentioned this, the injured area began to ache faintly.

She raised her feet and took two steps forward, and suddenly lifted Qianfeng's cloak, his fair face was immediately exposed, and his tone was careless: "How do you want this palace to punish you?" ”

Winter has arrived, and the cold wind blows on people's faces, like a knife cut. The woman's beautiful face and the snow-covered face complement each other, and the cold white dress blends with the silver-covered world.

The beauty is soul-stirring and extraordinary.

What burns people's hearts more than this skin is her self-respecting courage and daring to bear the world.

Qianfeng's eyes were unwavering, and he didn't seem to care about Wen Wanbai's frivolity at all, and took two steps back indifferently and detachedly: "But according to the palace master's orders." ”

Wen Wan's white eyes lit up, and her slender jade hand paused in the air, but she took it back in an instant and straightened the folds on her placket.

"Hongu suddenly misses Sister Sang a little."

Qianfeng's eyes were waveless, and he was unexpectedly unmoved. "Qianfeng is just the palace master's secret guard."

Wen Wanbai hooked the corners of her lips and glanced at Qianfeng with satisfaction. "You make Hongu very happy."

As soon as she lifted her foot, she walked towards the study, and Qian Feng rearranged her cloak and followed.

He understood that Wen Wanbai would not let Sang Yi go easily.

Sure enough, when he came to the cell under the study again, he saw Sang Yi dying again.

His hand couldn't help but clench lightly into a fist, but when he touched Wen Wanbai's provocative gaze, he let go in vain.

At least, Wen Wanbai hadn't killed Sang Yi yet. As her secret guard, he can't show any superfluous emotions. Otherwise, for him and for Sangyi, they will all fall into a situation from which they will never recover.

This dark prison is not as cold as last night, adding a bit of blood.

Several men in Xuanyi lightly arched their hands and said in unison: "See the palace master." ”

Wen Wanbai looked at Sang Yi, who was groggy and hung his head, frowned, waved his hand to signal the leader to come over, pointed at Sang Yi, and pretended to be a pity tone: "Be ruthless." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and said respectfully: "The subordinates just obey the palace master's wishes, and punish every two hours until the answer is asked." ”

"But Bengong still has something to ask her, you knocked her unconscious, how can Bengong ask?" Wen Wanbai was word-by-word, slow and reasonable. changed the previous violence, but such a slow voice is even more frightening.

"My subordinates understand." The leader glanced at one of them, and the man picked up the bucket at his side and threw it at Sang Yi.

Sang Yi woke up suddenly, and his already dying appearance was even more pitiful, and his dirty clothes were wet and clinging to his body, showing his delicate figure.

She is a natural stunner, even in the dark.

Wen Wanbai hooked her lips, "Awake?" ”

Sang Yi raised his head with difficulty, the wounds on his body were old and new, and his breath was weak, but he hated it: "Smell ...... Wan Bai. ”

Behold, there are many people in this world who hate her. And she greedily devoured this hatred, allowing it to grow wildly in her heart, glowing with cruel light.

Wen Wanbai smiled lightly, turned his eyes to the taciturn man, and said leisurely: "Senior brother~"

This sentence "senior brother" successfully attracted Sang Yi's attention. She struggled to look up, and a flash of delight flashed in her eyes when her gaze touched the black.

Qianfeng lowered his eyes and was unmoved. "I don't know what the palace master commands?"

Sang Yi's eyes lit up, and he was heartfelt: "Senior brother, you really disappointed me!" ”

Wen Wanbai picked up a long whip and hit Sang Yi in the face with a "snap".

Women are the ones who please themselves.

Wen Wanbai wanted to add color to her almost half-ruined face.

But when the long whip fell, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of Sang Yi.

Qianfeng used his back to catch the whip alive.

A terrifying blood-colored scar suddenly appeared on his back.

In the past two days, he has suffered too many injuries, and the source is all Wen Wanbai, which can't help but make people feel a little helpless.

Sang Yi's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"Since the palace master wants to know the answer to that matter, he shouldn't act so hastily." Qianfeng said calmly, as if the injured person was not him.

He just straightened up coldly and walked behind Wen Wanbai again.

Indifferent, indifferent, and out of the way.

Wen Wanbai clenched the long whip in his hand, forcibly held back the temper that was about to surge, and motioned for everyone to retreat. When there were only three of her left in the dark prison, Fang Qi said, "Qianfeng, are you teaching me to do things?" ”

Qianfeng arched his hand: "The subordinates don't dare." ”

Sang Yi stared at Wen Wanbai viciously, and his tone was resentful: "Wen Wanbai, if you treat your fellow disciples so cruelly, you will never want to know how to resurrect the cold water grass." ”

Wen Wanbai sneered and chuckled, curling the corners of her lips sarcastically. "Sister Sang, this palace has always had a question for you."

Sang Yi had an impatient expression, and the pain in her body could no longer withstand the hatred that grew wildly in her heart day and night.

Hearing this, Sang Yi sneered: "You are not worthy." ”

Qianfeng quietly looked at the stubborn junior sister through the corner of the cloak, and his heart was in a trance. He remembered that in the past, Sang Yi was the most important female disciple of the master. And Wen Wanbai is just an ordinary little disciple.

At that time, Sang Yi was arrogant and commanding people.

And Wen Wanbai will always follow behind Mu Ye, and her true heart is as bright as the moon.

But Sang Yi and Mu Ye's marriage contract is known to everyone in Shuiyue Palace. Wen Wanbai was just a one-man show from beginning to end.

At that time, anyone could mock her and mock her.

As a senior brother, it was his dereliction of duty to fail to stop this matter in time and let Wen Wanbai grow step by step into what he is today.

Wen Wanbai hooked her lips and didn't care: "Does Sister Sang care more about Mu Ye or more about Qianfeng?" ”

She picked up a lock of green silk and stroked it, and the words were round: "Or do you like them all?" ”

Sang Yi bit her lower lip fiercely, choked by Wen Wanbai's sudden questioning.

For a long time, she was angry. "What are you doing, Wen Wanbai, what if you are the palace master, you are not the same lonely. No one will love you, and you will perish in eternity. ”

"Brother Mu Ye loves me, and Brother Qianfeng cares about me. And you'll always get only the tasks they perform mechanically. ”

Sang Yi didn't know where to get the strength to say so many words at once.

"Sang Yi, that's enough!"

Qianfeng's face turned pale little by little, and he wanted to stop Sang Yi, but found that he had more than enough heart and not enough strength.

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There are still six minutes to go before a new day, so you should rest early~