Chapter 622

The man's tall body fluttered in his arms. Wen churan couldn't support it. He staggered backward and was finally butted against the French window.

She pushed him twice. "What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

The man put his head on her shoulder and let her push, but he didn't move.

A moment later, he said in a calm voice, "it's not easy to restore the memory of thousands of years ago. It's not easy to go back to Jinglan. It's not easy to find master. I just want to stay with master for a while. I don't want to waste my time sleeping."

I don't know if it's an illusion. The man's tone is mixed with a trace of loneliness.

Wen churan almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Little wolf dog, little wolf dog, typical sticky little wolf dog!

NO！ She used to be cold and serious. Where's the third brother like a robot!

Just when Wen churan was confused and at a loss, thinking whether to gently push him or rudely kick him, a dark shadow suddenly rushed in from the outside like a strong wind.

The shadow grabbed Sheng Ziyuan's arm with one hand, forcibly took him away from Wen churan's arms, turned around, and vigorously threw him on the sofa.

Wen churan was stunned when he looked at it.

Sheng Zhixun?!

The boy was protecting himself behind him and yelled at the man who fell on the sofa, "OK, third brother, you should not peep into your sister-in-law's plot! Did I finally catch you? It's not in vain for me to endure sleepiness until now! "

Sheng Ziyuan slowly got up from the sofa and flashed to Sheng Zhixun. Before he could react, he suddenly grabbed his neck and easily lifted him in the air.

"Let go... Let go..." Sheng Zhixun's face became red because of suffocation. He couldn't even say a complete word. He could only stare at his suspended legs.

"The guy in the way!" Sheng Ziyuan gritted his teeth and angrily denounced. His deep eyes surged, filled with a fierce murderous spirit, and his strength was also increased inch by inch.

Seeing that Sheng Zhixun's face turned from red to purple, Wen churan hurried forward and grabbed Sheng Ziyuan's arm "third brother! Let go, he's your brother! "

"Brother?" A bloodthirsty smile came from the corner of the man's mouth, which was like a devil. "He is Sheng Ziyuan's brother, not Jing Lan's brother. If anyone dares to block my way, he will end up... Dead!"

His palm was firmly grasped. Wen churan seemed to hear the sound of bone fracture. In a hurry, she shouted, "if you dare to hurt him, I will never pay attention to you again!"

Sheng Ziyuan was stunned. His strength was a little weaker. It seems that this sentence worked.

Wen churan hit the railway while it was hot. "Let him go first. Let's talk about something slowly. If you continue to be so cruel, I will only think you are terrible."

Cruelty? Terrible?

Sheng Ziyuan's pupil vibrated twice. He must be very concerned about what Wen churan said.

A moment later, he released his hand, and Sheng Zhixun fell to the ground with a plop. He opened his mouth and tried to breathe. He couldn't get up for a long time.

Sheng Ziyuan walked up to Wen churan, held her cheek in his hands, and said like a child who had done something wrong, "master, I'm not good tonight. I shouldn't disturb your rest."

Wen churan immediately yawned twice. "Yes, yes, I'm very sleepy now. Why don't... You go back first? I really want to sleep now! "