……

"Yes, young master!" Abu began to arrange, Mo Ranyue's dark brown pupils flashed with fear, and he grabbed Jian Junxi's clothes.

A hint of softness flashed under her cold eyes, and she said lightly: "Don't be afraid, no one dares to hurt you again, you go for a physical examination first, and I'll ......go over later."

"Good ......" she tried to make herself smile, although laughing was more ugly than crying, and it hurt a lot, but she just didn't want "him" to worry.

She put Mo Ranyue in the back seat, and Jian Junxi ordered to the two bodyguards in front of her: "You two, protect her!" ”

"Yes, young master!" After the two men returned respectfully, Jian Junxi closed the car door and watched the car drift away......

Her side face was like the most perfect work of God, there was no expression on her face, but the aura around her body became colder and colder, and she slowly turned around to look at Nangong Jing again.

The hatred in his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and his cold eyes flashed with treacherous coldness, and with the momentum of the king's return, he walked in his direction step by step.

Nangong Jing also walked slowly in the direction of Jian Junxi, and in an instant, they looked at each other, iceberg to iceberg, and even the air was filled with frost.

The people present suddenly felt a chill, as cold as the cold winter wax moon, so cold that it was suffocating......

Jian Junxi stopped, squinted at him getting closer and closer, there was her undisguised hatred in the deep eyes, and her terrifying gaze was like a scalpel, as if she was going to split his skin and bones.

Nangong Jing looked at her angry and hateful gaze, and his heart was like a knife scraping and stabbing fiercely, it hurt very much, it hurt so much that his nose was sour, he choked his throat, and approached her step by step.

It was only a little distance, but he felt that he had walked for a century.

When Nangong Jing stood opposite Jian Junxi, he pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but he felt that his throat was stuffed with something that made him choke up and couldn't speak......

"I don't know what Jing Shao means? Don't you want me to go in and sit down, I'm ready? Jian Junxi's cold taunt made him breathe, his eyebrows frowned, and his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jian Junxi lifted his eyes, his eyes were stained with frost, and his long and slightly curly eyelashes were fanned, and the chill deepened with every blink.

A sneer flashed at the corner of his thin lips: "What does it mean not to speak?" This doesn't quite look like your Nangong Jing's style! Are you afraid that your subordinates won't be able to catch me, so you want to do it yourself? ”

"No......" Nangong Jing opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse.

"Didn't you come to do anything? Come to show off your martial arts, how strong is your Nangong family, right? Pushing me to a dead end, isn't it fulfilling? It's okay, you wait for me, the show has just begun......"

Every word she roared out of her anger did not have a trace of warmth, and in her cold eyes, the monstrous anger burned more and more and became more and more forgotten, as if she would never stop until she burned him out.

Nangong Jing's eyes shot cold stars, and his body exuded an extremely cold aura, and his thin lips moved slightly: "It's not me ......"

Jian Junxi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of mockery flashed over his cold wind-like gaze, and he sneered in an insinuating tone: "Not you? Scold......

Nangong Jing, you and I came out on the first day to mix, are there several factions in the whole of Kyoto that can't tell the difference? Your Nangong family is rich, powerful, and powerful, it's really amazing! ”

Nangong Jing clenched his fists, pursed his thin lips, and was silent, wanting to explain clearly, but he didn't know how to explain it......

(End of chapter)