Biquge mobile terminal Yi Yu raised the corner of his eyes slightly, and said, "That physical evidence is actually wrapped in a white cloth. ”

"The king of war actually knew that the white cloth came from the clothes ......" Shangguan Yuchen's eyes were cold, and his voice also dimmed.

Gongyi's right hand hanging down without a shadow stretched out three fingers, and then ripped off his clothes.

Yi Yu was still upright, but his voice became a little deeper: "This is the third misunderstanding of King Chen." ”

"Is that white cloth really mysterious?"

"The material of the white cloth is from the War King's Mansion, and the War King can recognize it at a glance. And the white cloth is to show his innocence to the king of war, and it is also to ask the king of war not to deny the parties. Yi Yu replied.

Shangguan Yuchen was expressionless, his powerful big hand flicked his fingers, as if he was leisurely tapping lightly on the bookcase, but if he looked closely, he could find that his slightly drooping eyes were forced to gather the cold that was emitting outward.

She handed the white cloth to the king of war, and asked the king of war not to deny the parties? If she stays without interference from outsiders, does her original intention be that she wants to leave herself?

There was no wind in the study, but the candle flame jumped unexpectedly, and the light jumped out of the light from time to time.

Shangguan Yuchen's suppressed anger gathered in his chest, as if it would burst out uncontrollably at any time.

Yi Yu's voice continued, but it seemed to be separated by a heavy curtain, but the things that were close to the eardrum seemed to be covered and shoehorned in.

"The king of war said that the little eggs that went out of the palace of the king of war are pure in origin and have good temperament, and they will not deteriorate for no reason. King Chen's real evidence is this inexplicable physical evidence. It won't be normal, and it will seriously insult the reputation of the War King. So the king of war put the reply of the hen laying eggs on a white cloth. The first meaning is to answer King Chen, the little egg is in trouble, and the misunderstanding cannot be expanded and the responsibility is attributed to the king of war. The second is to inform the little egg that the king of war believes in its innocence, and the hen and the egg can never be separated. ”

Yi Yu paused, and there seemed to be no sound in the study suddenly.

Gongyi's shadowless gaze moved to Shangguan Yuchen's side face, only to see that his expression was cold and cold, but he didn't seem to want to spit out a word.

She threw a look at Yi Yu.

Yi Yu understood, but the person was invisibly nervous, and continued: "In front of human and material evidence, the King of War cannot guarantee whether it has deteriorated. But since the king of war is inseparable from it, he has no choice but to bear the consequences for it. If the little egg wants to be recognized by the king of war, the only way is to wait until the chick breaks the shell and clarifies that it has not deteriorated. In other days, if he can't break the shell, he will not only offend King Chen, but also insult the reputation of the king of war, so there is no need to ...... No need to ......"

Without the order of the king of war, he self-destructed in Tianchen.

Yi Yu knew what the Lord meant, no matter what the Lord's intention was to say this, but it was very difficult to spit it out, cold sweat overflowed on his forehead, and he couldn't continue his words. The Lord's mission is to protect the Apocalypse Array and eliminate potential threats to the Apocalypse Array, but his mission is to ensure the Lord's peace.

At this time, it is a negotiation between the two kings, and any sentence will be memorized. What's more, there are too many variables in the matter of war. What if the Lord really fails in his mission? The Lord is young, reckless, and self-destructive, how can there be no taboo to spit out such words?

Yi Yu raised his head, only to see the lord's upper lip tightly pursed, his eyes staring at himself heavily, cold as a sword against his chest, and the rare seriousness of his face made him breathless.

Shangguan Ziran looked at Gongyi Wuying, his heart tightened, and a trace of discoloration flashed on Qingjun's face, but he picked up the teacup casually and took a sip lightly, as if to hide the smile that had not faded from the corner of his lips, and doubts filled his heart.

A small grace, her majesty, and the kind of oppression she gives people, are no less than fourteen.