Even if she died, Murong Zhiruo could deal with these people for their ineffective protection of the lord and deserving of death, who could find out the truth behind it?

With such an obvious intention, if Ye Qiantong couldn't see it, he would have lived in vain in his previous life.

But Ye Qiantong looked at Di Mingjue, and his meaning was obviously to let her accept this group of people.

If you put it around, you will be watched like a poisonous snake all the time.

Ye Qiantong raised her eyebrows, looked at Di Mingjue, and seemed to smile: "Are you sure?" ”

When Emperor Ming heard this, the noble and peerless handsome face suddenly showed a touch of sadness, covered his chest and looked sad, shaking his head and feeling sorry: "Hey, the little princess actually doesn't trust this king, hey, this king is so sad, so sad, he needs the kiss of the little pupil to soothe the pain in his heart." ”

Ye Qiantong's forehead jumped with blue tendons, very speechless, what about the ruthless and ruthless emperor who said yes, and the indifferent face of the thousand-year-old iceberg?

This is clearly a snake spirit disease that loves to be spoiled and cute.

"Still kissing? Do you want to be beaten up? Ye Qiantong glanced at him angrily: "One meal is not good, two meals." ”

Emperor Mingjue's eyes lit up, and his big palm grabbed the white and tender soft pupils of Ye Qiantong and put them on his evil and enchanting face, smiling brilliantly, warm and affectionate, very enchanting, "If the little pupil is happy, you can beat this king a few more times, lie down, tie and beat, hang and beat, thirty-six tortures are up to you, which one do you like?" ”

There are three black lines under the corner of Ye Qian's forehead, looking at this charming and demonic expression, why do you always feel that what he said has other indescribable meanings?

"Forehead......" Ye Qiantong trembled all over, broke free of his hand and rubbed his arms that kept getting goosebumps, and glared at him: "Bored." ”

The interaction between the two as if no one was next to them was really surprising.

The person who had already seen Emperor Ming's kiss outside the Hell Refining Tower to protect Ye Qiantong's eyes couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and the dog food was fed and full.

When the people who came late saw this scene, they also looked like hell, and the wind was messy.

Murong Zhiruo had a fiery look in her eyes, and she couldn't wait to change Ye Qiantong and snuggle in the arms of that beautiful man.

So jealous!

Jealousy is dead!

I'm crazy with jealousy!

Murong Zhiruo stared at Ye Qiantong with a fierce expression.

At this moment, Ye Qiantong turned back with a smile, just bumping into this scene.

Murong Zhiruo's heart trembled, and before the expression on her face could be retracted, she was suddenly bumped into it, her eyes facing each other, and all kinds of distorted and vicious expressions of hatred and jealousy were pierced without omission.

Murong Zhiruo's face turned red like a fire, ashamed, embarrassed and ashamed! Shame on the dead!

It's like your own dirty thoughts being thrown alive and trampled on in broad daylight.

The corners of Ye Qiantong's mouth hooked up a touch of ridicule, and the meaning in her eyes was very obvious.

However, she didn't continue to stab her, as long as this person's hands and feet were clean, no matter how jealous Murong Zhiruo was, she didn't care, it had nothing to do with her.

But if Murong Zhi dared to do anything wrong, don't blame her for being cruel.

The corners of Ye Qiantong's lips were hooked, and a casual lazy smile was raised, and he said to her: "Since Miss Murong is so kind, then Qiantong is informal, just accept it." ”

Those eyes were so clear and bright that Murong Zhiruo was stunned, and a flash of embarrassment quickly flashed in her eyes.

But soon, Murong Zhiruo said, "It's good that the night girl is happy." ”