Gu Wanwan scolded Yan Wushuang's ancestors for the eighteenth generation in her heart, "Yan Wushuang, you stinky man who is greedy for life and afraid of death, you are really unreliable, you left the old lady and ran away by yourself, if the old lady dies in this Donglan Kingdom palace today, the ghost will not let you go!" ”

"Who's making a noise here?" The sound of a wheelchair came from his ears, and then, Feng Jiu was dressed in black and appeared in front of Harro and Gu Wanwan with a terrifying face.

Gu Wanwan's face was happy, and regardless of the hideous posture on Feng Jiu's face, she approached him like a mermaid, and suddenly felt the cold air on Feng Jiu's body.

Halro's face changed, but the long whip in his hand didn't have time to take it back, and he swung it towards Feng Jiu's body, and just at the last moment, a man in black flashed behind Feng Jiu, and the long sword waved, blocking Halro's attack.

The man in black withdrew his long sword and stood behind Feng Jiu with a respectful face, his face was delicate, but his kung fu was good.

"Thank you, Lord Wang." Gu Wanwan smiled doggedly, if Feng Jiu hadn't appeared in time just now, that whip would definitely make his skin open.

"Hmm!" Feng Jiu snorted lightly, which was considered an answer.

"Your Royal Highness...... "Your Royal Highness" Harro withdrew his long whip and looked at Feng Jiu coldly.

"You're going to kill people in the palace?" Feng Jiu's voice was hoarse, although he was in a wheelchair, his aura was powerful.

Harro looked at Gu Wanwan who was standing beside Feng Jiu, with a look of unwillingness, this woman had just heard the conversation between herself and Gu Junjun, if it was spread out, it would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

"This woman was just sneaking around in my side hall, I'm afraid she's an assassin!" Harro knew that since the ghost king Feng Jiu was burned to charcoal, his temperament had become ruthless and violent, and he wanted to use Feng Jiu's power to get rid of Gu Wanwan.

Gu Wanwan smiled mockingly, standing beside Feng Jiu, the two of them were black and white, ugly and beautiful, but it also became an alternative scene under the moon.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door, Prince Harro hasn't explained why he wanders in the palace late at night and still carries weapons?"

Hearing this, Harro's brows furrowed, and even Feng Jiu glanced back at Gu Wanwan, but did not speak, his thin lips hooked a smile that seemed to be absent, and his hideous face was particularly 'emotional' because of the influence of the smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, the palace is heavily guarded, you are a woman, why are you wandering at night!" Harro knew the old emperor's preference and debt to Feng Jiu, and in front of Feng Jiu, he naturally couldn't be too presumptuous.

Gu Wanwan snorted coldly, "The night is long, I have no intention of sleeping, Wanwan is just taking a walk." ”

Sitting on the armrest of Feng Jiu's wheelchair, Gu Wanwan reached out and touched the neck that had just been injured by Harro's whip, frowned, and said coquettishly, "It's quite ruthless." ”

She was in terrible pain, and her body was also cut in several places by Harro's whip, her long tulle skirt was glowing with blood in the moonlight, the only jewelry on her body, a hairpin had long been unknown where it had flown away, and her long hair was like ink, draped over her shoulders.

For Gu Wanwan's approach, Feng Jiu frowned, and there was no look on his hideous face, but he just glanced at the injuries on Gu Wanwan's body, and the only intact clear eyes flashed with a dark light.

"Prince Harro is really 'pitying'." Feng Jiu's ghostly voice sounded slowly with irony.

Gu Wanwan nodded again and again, ripped off a skirt corner, wrapped it around the neck wound at will, turned sideways, and found a comfortable posture for herself, but she didn't want to, Feng Jiu's big hands like dead wood covered his small hands, and he immediately felt a hot breath injected into his body, this damn man really tested his internal strength!

"Harro doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, it seems that the king of You, but he understands it very well." Harro didn't laugh angrily, but said in his heart, why is Feng Jiu meddling, otherwise, he will definitely be able to kill this dead girl who eavesdropped.

Feng Jiu ignored Harro's Ming Dynasty sarcasm, his big hand had just touched Gu Wanwan's meridians, this woman seemed to have no skills, and she had just dodged, but the kung fu she used was flexible and strange.

Gu Wanwan understood Halro's words, it was rumored that after the Youwang was burned, not only was his face like a ghost, but even the most basic 'male style' of men was burned 'miserable' like his previous handsome appearance.

Turning his face and staring at Feng Jiu's face, he only felt that there was a puddle of clear water in his clear eyes, which made people look to the end at a glance.

"Does Prince Harro want to stay and 'cherish the jade' with this king?"

Harro snorted coldly, clasped his fists unwillingly, turned to leave, and did not forget to glance at Gu Wanwan viciously.

"Hey, let go." Gu Wanwan glanced at the crumpled 'dead wood' on her little hand and said in a low voice.

Feng Jiu let go in response, a dark and uncertain light flashed on his hideous face, but Gu Wanwan inexplicably felt a familiar aura.

"You're not afraid of me?" I remember that in the Prime Minister's Mansion, this woman dared to look directly at herself, and today she boldly sat on the armrest of her wheelchair, almost sticking to herself.

Gu Wanwan chuckled, the corners of her lips raised, "Are you a ghost?" ”