Seeing the two of them like this, everyone was anxious, and at this time, only Huangfu Xueying looked calm and calm as usual, wishing that the two of them would quarrel and fall apart, and it was best to die and never get along.

Qianqian didn't expect him to use his hand to grab the sword, and the moment he held the sword, he was so frightened that he immediately let go.

Seeing her let go, Nangong Jing looked a little better, threw the sword aside, turned his eyes to Qianqian, and said: "Since you don't have the courage to kill this king, go back with this king",

After Nangong Jing finished speaking, he pulled Qianqian and walked forward,

Qianqian: "......", this man--

It's so stubborn that people are speechless, can't they discuss it properly?

But at this time, taking into account the wound on his hand, he didn't dare to move, so he had to let him first, wait for him to bandage the wound, and then slowly talk to him.

Nangong Jing rarely was so serious in front of Qianqian, although Qianqian also held his breath, thinking that he still had injuries on his hands, he also endured it,

Seeing this, Huangfu Xueying flew in front of the two of them, although her tone was calm, her words were as sharp as a blade, "Since the Seventh Princess can save her junior brother, for the sake of her junior brother, this palace can't let her go",

Nangong Jing raised his eyes and looked straight at the Huangfu Snow Shadow in front of him, and the corners of his lips hooked up a sarcastic smile, "Huangfu Snow Shadow, it's up to you?" ”

Huangfu Xueying looked at Qianqian on the side, and saw that her attention at this time was completely focused on the injury on Nangong Jing's hand, and she didn't pay attention to what she was talking about at all.

Qianqian poked her head and tried to lean over to take a look, but was held down by Nangong Jing strongly,

Nangong Jing's gaze was tightly locked on Huangfu Xueying's face: Want to fight? He's been looking forward to it for a long time, and he's been very unhappy with this man for a long time--

The two men faced each other, exuding a powerful aura all over their bodies, everyone held their breath, such a tense situation, so that everyone did not dare to have the slightest slack and negligence,

Only the reflection arc is super long Qianqian, and it took a long time to find that there was a person in front of him.

Qianqian felt Nangong Jing's body tense and angry, and seemed to be able to hear the creaking of his bones.

In case of a fight, Nangong Jing still has injuries on his hands--

No matter how angry you are with him, in the end it is also your own man,

Qianqian sighed, pulled Nangong Jing's sleeve, and said pitifully, "Am I wrong?" Shall I go back and treat your injuries first? ”

After Qianqian finished speaking, he squeezed his eyebrows at Huangfu Xueying, Huangfu Xueying was slightly stunned, and looked at Nangong Jing's hand holding the sword just now.

Nangong Jing wasn't injured at all!

Seeing Qianqian's anxious look at this time, Huangfu Xueying still couldn't resist his thoughts, and just smiled sarcastically at Nangong Jing: Look at how he explains this matter to Qianqian--

Xuanyuan Wanwan saw that the atmosphere had finally eased, so she stepped forward and stood between the two: "Let's talk about it tomorrow if there is something, everyone is tired tonight--"

Xuanyuan Wanwan yawned even more after speaking, "Sleepy and sleepy, let's go and rest--",

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief,

Xuanyuan Wanwan thought of something, looked at Qianqian on the side, looked serious, and said, "Qianqian, come to my house first when you go back in a while."

Qianqian was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then nodded again and again, and before she could speak, she heard the man next to her, "Huh?" He sighed, and then looked at Xuanyuan Wanwan with his eyes like sharp blades, and the warning in his eyes was self-evident,

Xuanyuan Wanwan and Qianqian looked at each other, and Qianqian's heart began to drum--

Hey, how are you going to tell him later--