Leng Huaping held back his anger and listened to Zhou Yuming and Lin Dongsheng continue to speak. ≦ to see the latest ≧≦ chapters≧≦ Baidu ≧ ≦ search ≧ ≦ products≧≦ books≧≦ ≧

"Your Highness, when will your subordinates send it over?" Lin Dongsheng asked.

"There's no hurry." Zhou Yuming looked at the cold painting screen, and there were more twists and turns in his heart, "When she wakes up, tell this king, this king still has something to talk to her about!" ”

"My subordinates understood." Lin Dongsheng responded.

"In addition, pay more attention to the movements of the Xiao Mansion in the past few days." Zhou Yuming suddenly remembered a person, "The one named Feng Yu is the guard that Xiao Jiuzhong left for the cold painting screen, and when he can't find the cold painting screen, he will definitely tell Xiao Jiuzhong, whether it is said in person or the flying pigeon is passed on, you have to keep an eye on it all the time." ”

"This king is necessary to let Xiao Jiuzhong mess up first, and when the cold painting screen appears in the hands of the enemy, I don't believe that Xiao Jiuzhong can still be so calm!" Zhou Yuming seemed to have seen Xiao Jiuzhong go crazy, and laughed insolently.

Soon Leng Huaping heard the sound of Zhou Yuming and Lin Dongsheng leaving, and tried to break free of the rope behind her hand, but found that he had no way at all, and he didn't know what method Lin Dongsheng used to tie her hands and feet very tightly.

Leng Huaping turned his body, and his hand did touch the little insects described by Lin Dongsheng, and they stayed at his feet in piles. If it was in the past, Leng Huaping would definitely shout out in disgust, but from the words of Zhou Yuming and Lin Dongsheng, she knew that if there were no these little insects, she would still not know if she was not a living person now!

The little insect began to move restlessly because of the touch of the cold painting screen. The eyes of the cold painting screen were covered, and I couldn't see what the scene in front of me looked like, but my hands still felt it.

With his own movement, Leng Huaping felt that he had touched a sharp corner, and thought about Lin Dongsheng's behavior of describing the little insect, Leng Huaping did not hesitate to knock his wrist on the sharp foot, and the smell of blood soon caused the little insect to crawl to Leng Huaping's wrist, licking Leng Huaping's wound and gradually the rope was bitten off, and Lin Shuihuai was able to take off the black cloth freely.

Leng Huaping noticed that his wound had quickly scabbed over because of the licking of the small insects. Only then did Leng Huaping notice that he took himself as his heart, and a group of small insects surrounded him were leaning against his side in pitch black, as if they were doing a protective look.

The cold painting screen looked at the place in front of him, and his pupils were instantaneous. She was unfamiliar here, with broken tables, piles of firewood, a musty smell that would never go away.

This is the firewood room of the Chu Wangfu, the place where Leng Huaping was imprisoned in her previous life, the place where she was imprisoned for two years. There was no one more familiar to her about this place.

Leng Huaping hurriedly took off the rope of his feet, but because the exit to leave was only the place where Zhou Yuming had just come in, Leng Huaping was anxiously thinking about how to get out of here, when suddenly a colic pain in his chest began to spread all over his body, and Leng Huaping couldn't stand it and squatted down and screamed in pain.

The person guarding the door heard the sound of the cold painting screen and hurriedly called Zhou Yuming.

But when Zhou Yuming arrived, he saw more and more small insects around Leng Huaping, pouring in from all directions, and some crawled directly over Zhou Yuming's feet and crawled towards Leng Huaping's body.

Zhou Yuming was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew from the firewood room, staring at the cold painting screen with fearful eyes.

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