"If it was the one we thought, we would be in a hurry to send it to the door."

Pei Lingqi looked at Song Wen, "Mo Rin followed that person?" Can you reach him? ”

Suddenly questioned by the cold Zhan Wangye, Song Gongzi couldn't help but be stunned, and said abruptly: "He walked too fast, and my subordinates couldn't keep up, contact...... It's also hard to reach. ”

The red clothes went out and came back, and Mo Rin was most likely dumped by that person.

The big hand squeezed the armrest of the chair, and Pei Lingqi's thin lips pursed into a straight line, faintly showing signs of loss of control.

……

After the man walked out of the room where Sheng Han's sleeves were closed, he turned to the main room on the side, and half-knelt down to say to the first person: "Door master, it has been determined that the blood curse on Sheng Han's sleeve has expired. ”

"It seems that the news that Qu Pujia got is fake, Pei Lingqi is too keen, you must not contact Qu Pujia again, in case you are touched by Shun Teng."

"Yes!" He thought so too.

"The Queen Mother does not allow Sheng Hansleeve's life and death to be involved with us...... In this way, as long as Pei Lingqi replies to the letter, you will hand her over to Leng Xiao. Leng Xiao's younger brother died at the hands of Pei Lingqi, so what will happen to Sheng Han's sleeves will have nothing to do with him. ”

At that time, no matter whether Pei Lingqi sacrificed for Sheng Hansleeve or not, Leng Xiao would not be able to escape death, and he would think that the case of "evil magic" was broken here, and the clues of the blood curse could not be investigated.

In this way, the rest of them will return to the secret place, and they don't need to be wary of being found out by Pei Lingqi all day long.

The man was overjoyed, "This is a brilliant plan, we will all get out." ”

As for Leng Xiao, heh - who is to blame for their sister and brother who failed their mission and were caught by Pei Lingqi? It is already a gift from the owner of the door that she can live a few more days, and this time she will either take revenge and repay her guilt, or she will be a sinner in the secret door forever.

……

Sheng Hansleeve thought about the golden finger for a long time, and the foreseen pictures passed through her mind one after another, and she still had no clue.

Her head hurt so much that she couldn't help but fall asleep and curl up.

"Master master, kidnappers are approaching, kidnappers are approaching!" Fifteen exclaimed, "Don't think about predicting it first, you can't bear it!" ”

Kicking the door open, the man looked at the pale-faced girl who fell to the ground, and frowned, "What's wrong with you?" Tell you, it's useless to pretend to be sick! ”

Sheng Han held her forehead with her sleeves, can't she use her brain too much? Biting his lip, he didn't say anything.

"Ouch, aren't you arrogant now? Isn't it quite able to say, can you say a few more words? The man sneered as he slowly changed.

She thought that this man had a masochistic physique, and she witnessed him transform from a man to a petite and charming woman, and her voice changed.

it! Does Transformational Mean Bad Things?!

Sheng Hansleeve swallowed his saliva, "I'm thirsty and don't want to say it." Have you ever looked for the war prince? Did he take care of you? ”

"Not yet." The man who turned into a cold appearance said leisurely, "I heard that the prince of war spoils you to the bone, I want to see how much this favor has reached." ”

"You really think too much about this, it's all illusory whether you are spoiled or not, but I have a good-looking face, where is it worth him to cut off a hand? He will definitely abandon me and look for a beautiful woman again. ”

Organized, unhurried, and funny when he didn't have thorns in his words, "So what?" ”

"So it's useless for you to use me as bait!" Sheng Hansleeve said sincerely: "Besides, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, anyway, I am dispensable to the Lord of War, you let me ......"

The man suddenly leaned over to interrupt her words, and lowered his voice, "Since you have no use value, what am I going to do with your life?" ”

"......" the little ninety-nine in her brain froze in the cold wind.