But......

For some reason, under his voice, Lu Jianqian not only didn't feel terrible, but even felt that his heart was so soft.

It was like being attacked by a soft face, which made her feel uncomfortable with a sour nose.

It was clearly a threat, and it was clearly a terrible word, but she felt full of grievances and sadness from the words.

The sadness and sadness were so much that they seemed to be about to overflow.

She was a little soft-hearted, she wanted to open her eyes and touch his head, she wanted to hug him.

Clearly......

It's just her nemesis.

The girl still didn't respond, Yan Zheng's eyes gradually sank, and the emotions in his gloomy eyes were turbulent, and he closed his eyes reluctantly and pressed down.

After Lu Jianqian was taken out of the ice coffin, he didn't put it back, but carried her back to the bedroom and put her back on the couch.

The door was unlocked, and Yan Zheng left the room for other matters.

When the girl in the room slowly opened her eyes, she looked at the beam above her head, and her heart was heavy.

……

In the gloomy dungeon, a figure quietly fell.

This is not the first time she has been here, she has been here the last time she rescued the red begonias from here.

She had already taken the antidote to the death pill.

Half a day was enough to relieve her strength, and her strength recovered, although not completely.

But breaking into a dungeon shouldn't be a problem.

But—

When she successfully entered the dungeon and searched the entire cell, she found no one.

"Ah Qian, the person you're looking for isn't here."

Above the stairs behind him, a low, cold voice was heard.

Lu Jianqian was taken aback.

She never expected to be discovered!

But when she slowly turned her head sideways and looked at the top of the stairs, her pupils shrank completely, and her blood seemed to be half cold.

With his back to the light, the man standing at the entrance of the dungeon was like a god, with a handsome face and a long figure, condescending, revealing a strong sense of oppression, which made people more dangerous.

In the quiet dungeon, Yan Zheng took a step, and could only watch him walk slowly and heavily.

Step by step.

He went down the stairs, walked in front of the girl, and stopped.

On that handsome face, the dark eyes locked on her, reflecting the girl's quiet and bright little face.

Even if there is still no blood, she still looks bright and moving.

It's like a poppy, knowing that it is poisonous, but it is still exciting.

"Ah Qian." Yan Zheng calmly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers gently brushed her slightly cool cheeks, smiled softly, but so terrifying, and said softly: "Did I say it?" I coaxed you for so long, and you didn't want to open your eyes to look at me, but in order to save that man, you didn't hesitate to risk being discovered by me to get here......"

Swish.

Yan Zheng tilted his head slightly, smiled and said terrible words.

"How do you think I should kill that man?"

It's still a calculation, if it was before, Lu Jianqian would definitely feel that this man was really terrifying and cunning!

said that Ma Tianlong was imprisoned in the dungeon, but it was just to set her trap!

But now, it's a completely different mentality.

Lu Jianqian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the moment he opened his eyes again-

Her little face bulged, she jumped up, and raised her little paw with great effort—she looked murderous, but in fact she just flicked the man's forehead with her index finger!

Boom!

After Yan Zheng's forehead was flicked and made a loud noise, he was stunned, and he couldn't laugh anymore, and he looked at the smiling girl in front of him a little blankly.