Chapter 1147

Warlord doesn't know how he got back to the Calendar Garden. Obviously, he wanted to escape from this place that suffocated him. But in the end, he sent the gods back.

He knew that no matter how unqualified Zheng Ling was, subconsciously, he cared about her and loved her. I can't hear her say anything.

Love, like a summons, brings him back to Zheng Ling. However, there was a clear antagonism on his face.

When he pushed open the door of the villa and saw Zheng Ling sitting quietly on the sofa, his eyes met, his eyes were faintly angry, and she was guilty of a weak heart.

He walked up to her, holding his white shirt, which was stained blood-red. He looked down at her condescendingly.

But looking at her clear face, he knew that not all of his mother's accusations were groundless.

"Zheng Ling, she is my mother, did you think about my feelings when you put her to death?" A magnificent sneer appeared on the corner of the Frost Lord's lips.

Yan Zhengling trembled. "Brother Jue, I did all this for you!"

Yan Zhengling was forced to look up at his face. Anger hung over his handsome face.

Yan Zhengling's expression darkened slightly, and said, "Have you gone to the Zhan family?" ”

The Battle Chill Lord was slightly stunned. A self-deprecating sneer appeared on the handsome face. He was always dreaming of extravagant hopes, and all the intrigues had nothing to do with her.

The tension in the muscles of her arms was like an electric current in her limbs, and soon, she felt like a person in an iron box, and every muscle in her body was tense and unable to move.

Only in his ears, there was a voice of anger and despair from the heart of the Frost Lord, "I only ask you this once, I hope you will answer me honestly." My wife used to be Luo Shihan, right? ”

Yan Zhengling's breathing muscles were tight, and she was speechless.

The War Chill Lord roared uncontrollably, "Don't say it so high-soundingly, if you really love me, how can you be willing to hurt what I love?" ”

His roar finally turned into a loud roar: "Zheng Ling, your love is paranoid, narrow-minded, and full of selfishness. Do you know? ”

Yan Zhengling was so badly injured by him that she almost fell, and her hands, which had finally calmed down under her sleeves, began to tremble like a sieve again.

She desperately controlled herself, nodding her head hard.

Her honesty surprised Lord Zhan Han.

The ice in his eyes melted slightly, and the anger in his voice diluted slightly. "Tell me, then, what about my son?"

At that moment, the whole body was occupied by terror.

She was so afraid that Brother Jue would be confused by the rumors, and that an atheist like him would completely forget the fact that she was a soul turner.

If that were the case, he wouldn't be able to solve the riddles that had happened to her. He would only misunderstand her more deeply.

She was silent and didn't speak, and the expression of resistance made the Frost Lord's anger surge.

He suddenly pinched her chin angrily and roared, "Where are they? ”

Yan Zhengling shook his head.

Yan Zhengling burst into tears when she heard him mention her son.

Over the years, she has always felt that it is her mission to protect Media Asia and find her son. But she failed very much.

She had no shame to see him.

She doesn't know, she really doesn't.

Like a mad lion, the Lord of War suddenly erupted in a thunderous rage. "Yan Zhengling, your love is really poisonous."