The guards moved a large low couch to the center, and Zhan Long Jin sat on it with Yue Jiuling in his arms.

Feeling the struggle of the woman in her arms, Zhan Long Jin hugged her tighter and whispered, "If you struggle again, don't blame me for doing anything out of line in public." ”

The man's big hands are as strong as black iron, and it is even more difficult to break free from such restraints than to ascend to the sky.

The sixth and eighth masters advised her not to forcibly challenge authority, in vain.

Yue Jiuling naturally understood this truth, but he was a little unwilling.

Although the man in front of him has saved himself many times, he is so arrogant and domineering every time, is it really good to be so strong?

With so many people around watching, hugging each other like this, her scalp was numb with embarrassment.

Moreover, this man's big hand was on her waist and the other on the back of her leg, this intimate contact made Yue Jiuling so nervous that he couldn't help himself.

"When you're tired, close your eyes and rest, and I'll take care of the rest." Zhan Long Jin refers to me as a person, and his tone is surprisingly gentle.

Yue Jiuling's eyes stared at Zhan Long Jin's face without blinking, seeing his resolute and resolute eyes, listening to such a soft whisper, she felt as if she was in a dream, an unreal dream.

Is this still the Seventh Lord who was cruel to her to the point of being in the cracks of her bones? Killing decisively, who is the cold heart and cold lungs talking about?

Even if it's a dream now, people's personalities won't be so different, right?

Doubts are doubts, and it does not delay Yue Jiuling from closing his eyes and enjoying the comfort of being embraced and cared for.

"Do you know the cost of disobedience?" The moment Zhan Long Jin raised his eyes, the only tenderness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold and ruthless like a hell of Yama.

Hearing this, Ji Tian's whole body trembled even more seriously, but he had already spoken so much, and he had brought so many ancestors here, if he couldn't get over it if he retreated now, he wouldn't be able to get any benefits.

In the future, on the rivers and lakes, won't you only be ridiculed?

Moreover, although the seventh prince Zhan Long Jin has the protection of the emperor, to put it bluntly, he is still an abandoned prince. A prince who does not have the opportunity to become a prince is equivalent to a wasted son.

He is the master of the Lisheng Sect, and part of the military supplies of the imperial court are still refined by their family, what is he afraid of?

Could it be that the emperor would offend a party with military supplies because of a waste?

"Old decay just, I just want an explanation." Ji Tian's voice trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to raise his head to look at the Seventh Prince.

"Okay, what a Lisheng Sect, what a Ji Sect Master!" Zhan Long Jin's eyes were angry, and he lowered his eyes for a moment and continued: "Ji Tian, this king gave you an idea to use the blood string to buy you to shut up, how about it?" ”

Hearing the words "Blood String Groaning", Ji Tian felt that his whole person was rejuvenated, and the injuries on his hands didn't hurt anymore, and his eyes couldn't wait to radiate fine light.

"Okay, I'll accept this idea, accept it!" Ji Tian originally wanted to show regret and reluctantly accepted the proposal.

But the joy in my heart is really irrepressible, and my emotions will inevitably leak out.

Everyone saw his face, and that expression was obviously eager to rush up and kneel and lick the Seventh Prince, where was there still half a point of impassioned and indignant just now?

The pain of losing a daughter seems to have become insignificant under the cover of the immortal weapon.

In this way, everyone would inevitably bring Yue Jiuling's suspicions back to their hearts to think.

It seems that it is not completely impossible for the master of the Refining Weapon Sect to exchange his daughter's life for an immortal weapon.

"Death, bring in the Bloodstring Groan." Zhan Long Jin waved his hand slightly, and said in a low voice.

Under the summoning, a touch of ink and light powder came to the main hall, and this person was a handsome and extraordinary pipa boy, Mo Liuyan.

Originally, when she heard Zhan Long Jin say that she was going to chant the blood strings to Ji Tian, Yue Jiuling was about to be unable to lie down, but now when she heard this man's affectionate call of "mourn", she couldn't hold it back, and sat up with a "Teng".

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