Chapter 1286

Leng Jun's voice is like a ghost, rippling in the air: "I'll give you a chance, you just need to tell me, who in the end is going to kill Xi'er?"

Night Phoenix dust heard this sentence, as if turned on a switch, suddenly laughed: "ha ha, Leng Jun Ao, do you want to know? Want me to tell you? "

He said to Leng junao's eyes, "I tell you, it's impossible!"

Night Phoenix dust finish saying this words, as if exhausted the whole body all strength, hang down the head again, the hair is disorderly, covered his cheek.

He has capital. Leng junao will never kill him. Because he hasn't got what he wants most.

The worst result is to suffer a little flesh and blood.

Night Phoenix dust cold smile, but that person, he how also can't say export, even if is suffered the punishment of here, also can't say.

Leng junao was treated coldly again. He snorted coldly. "Unexpectedly, your bones are quite hard."

"Well, you can choose not to say it, but you have to bear the pain."

He left with a brush of his sleeve and told people to take good care of yefengchen.

After all, he has plenty of time. If he continues to spend it like this, he is not afraid that he will not say it!

Out of the gloomy chamber, Leng junao went to see Zhao Wanxi without stopping.

He made a big stride and soon arrived in the hall.

He stopped the maid in waiting to report. He wanted to surprise her.

After entering the hall, Zhao Wanxi was wearing a regular dress. Without the majesty and domineering of Feng dress, she was a little softer. She was sleeping with her chin in one hand.

Just now xiaobaozi cried for a while. She spent a little energy to calm him down. It was really last night that Leng Jun was too cruel.

She's going to fall apart.

Leng junao came closer and watched her long eyelashes tremble, thick black, her skin white as snow, all of which made his heart move.

He approached her and whispered, "Xi'er, Xi'er."

Then I saw the long eyelashes flying a few times, just like a butterfly wings flying, the fine sunlight just fell on the shadow, all beautiful like a picture.

Zhao Wanxi opened her eyes and looked for a long time before she accepted the fact that Leng junao appeared in front of her.

"Xi'er."

Leng Jun Ao shouts. She wanted to touch her cheek, but Zhao Wanxi hides and only catches a few wisps of black and smooth hair.

There was no one around, and the hair didn't come up.

He was suddenly excited. He walked quickly to Zhao Wanxi's back and lifted up all her three thousand green silk. "Xi'er, I'll comb your hair for you."

Leng junao didn't wait for Zhao Wanxi to refuse, so he took her and pressed her in front of the dressing table. In the copper mirror, she was familiar with her face.

Nanlinhuang will comb her hair in person.

Zhao Wanxi sat quietly with a smile on her lips, looking at the man behind her holding a wooden comb and combing all her hair.

Even with some knots, his technique didn't make her feel the slightest pain.

It's sunny. This couple is better.

Zhao Wanxi comfortably closed her eyes, ready to squint for a while, leaving Leng junao to play freely.

Leng junao enjoys the process of dressing her. Her soft hair is like water flowing through his fingers. His heart is gradually filled with something.

Suddenly, the person in front of him made a sound, "emperor, where did you rest last night?"