A plate of pastries can coax Wen Ziran.

This kid is really coaxing.

I'm afraid that among so many princes in the South China Continent, only Wen Ziran is the purest.

A hint of puzzlement flashed on Feng Yueli's beautiful face: "What weakness?"

Xun Qian lowered his head and couldn't help laughing: "The spirit of not knowing how to admit defeat is his weakness, in fact, there are several games that he can win, but His Majesty deliberately retreats as advances, so that when the lord of the country thinks that his Majesty is about to lose, His Majesty begins to surround the lord of the country, so that after a game, he naturally refuses to admit defeat, and has been playing chess with His Majesty until now."

Feng Yueli couldn't help but nod when she heard Xun Qian say this.

A cool breeze outside caressed into the Frost Cloud Palace.

Feng Yueli had been in the hall for so long all day, and she felt that the air was not fresh.

After dinner, Yueli went to the woods behind the Frost Cloud Hall alone.

Rong Jingchen and Wen Ziran said that they were very sleepy this day and needed to rest.

The two of them went to rest.

Yueli slowly collapsed into the woods, originally there were palace people who wanted to keep up, but Yueli didn't let them follow.

Those palace people were very helpless, so they had to let Yueli go for a walk alone.

At this time, the woods were too quiet, and the wind was originally there.

The sound of cicadas seems to have disappeared,

Only in the empty air with the smell of blood diffused from time to time a few bird whimpers.

It seems to be the last struggle of life, and it seems to be a cry for help before death.

Dark clouds obscured the moon and made its final preparations.

The whole land was shrouded in darkness, and the original fangs and claws of the woods were soaked in a dead light.

It seems so depressed and powerless.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot through the night sky and was reflected in the pupils of a bird.

Then, the clouds slowly began to withdraw from the sky, revealing the moon little by little.

...... What is the moon...... Red, blood-soaked red......

Yueli sensed the difference and immediately turned around.

But a pair of hands climbed along her body and grabbed her.

Feng Yueli turned around very calmly, her pupils gradually dilated.

Behind her stood Jiang Wuxin, who was covered in injuries.

Feng Yueli's eyes were full of consternation.

This-Jiang Wuxin, how could he be so seriously injured.

Today, it is not the Jiang family's people, who came to monitor Luanguo.

He should be regarded as the young master of the Jiang family, but he was so seriously injured.

It's really unlucky, she just wanted to come out and breathe.

Unexpectedly, I met a seriously injured wounded number.

Feng Yueli patted his handsome face: "Are you okay?"

Jiang Wuxin closed his eyes tightly, as if he hadn't heard her.

Feng Yueli gritted her teeth, wanting to push Jiang Wuxin away.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wuxin's slender and cold fingers hugged Feng Yueli's neck.

Although Yueli is a person who practices martial arts, she is just a woman after all, and she doesn't have much strength to break away from Jiang Wuxin.

For the first time, Feng Yueli was a little panicked.

The moon in the sky is getting redder and redder.

A cold male middle voice sounded in Feng Yueli's ear: "Blood...... I'm going to drink blood......"

This voice is clearly Jiang Wuxin's voice.

Yueli swallowed her saliva: "Young Master Jiang, are you ...... Want to drink blood? ”

Jiang Wuxin heard her say this, closed his eyes and chuckled: "Yes...... Want to drink your blood......"

This Jiang Wuxin is really joking.

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