Chapter 1821

Joan knew that she had made a mistake. From the moment Leng junao stepped into the Palace door in the evening, she was afraid that there would be any more accidents, and the two masters would make trouble again. She was too nervous to relax.

Even did not eat dinner, has been wary of guarding in front of the hall, always paying attention to the movement inside.

Fortunately, the scene of four battles in the imagination has not been staged. The two masters are fighting each other head to head, and there is no cold war as cold as ice.

Only vaguely heard a lot of words, the atmosphere It's very harmonious.

With the passage of time, listening to the voice inside gradually quiet down.

It is obvious that the two masters who thought they would fight and quarrel have fallen asleep, and they can still embrace each other and sleep, which proves that they are OK.

It's very close.

As she patted her chest, Joan finally let out a long breath.

Thinking about this moment, Leng junao had to rest until dawn, so he didn't stay much. He planned to find something to fill his stomach.

As a result, he turned around and didn't take a few steps. He heard the sound of the hall door. When he looked back, Leng junao, who should have been unloaded, came out again.

Seeing this, Joan's scalp is tight, and she subconsciously wants to bow down. For fear that Zhao Wanxi will be awakened, Leng junao's eyebrows and eyes are frozen, and she stops it quickly.

With her eyes, Joan followed him down the steps and stood in the open space in front of the hall, a little far from the door.

In a short distance of more than ten steps, Joan walked as if she had been through a sea of fire.

It seemed that every step of the road ahead was filled with cold air, which made her dare not breathe.

Waiting for Leng junao to stop, when she suddenly turned around, she only glanced at Leng junao. Joan knew that her subconscious fear was not an illusion.

Not daring to take any chances, he immediately knelt down.

People are closed mouth, nothing to say.

Only leave Leng junao a dark top of his head.

On the other hand, Leng junao's eyes were cold, and his whole body was surrounded by cold air, which was totally different from the time when Zhao Wanxi was coaxed in the bedroom.

In this late autumn night, let people a little closer, can't help but want to shiver.

Especially looking at Joan's appearance, she couldn't help her anger, but she didn't send it out directly. She suppressed all the anger and rubbed it into her pupils one by one. It was dark, not to mention how frightening it was.

Even if she didn't look at each other, but was staring at by him, Joan was tortured miserably enough. She knelt and shivered all the time.

It's almost enough to frighten people. Leng junao lifts his lips and grins his white teeth to ask coldly.

"How is your mother resting in the daytime?"

How was your rest?

Of course

"Not good."

Concealing Leng junao is a proper crime of deceiving you. Joan won't do such a fair and aboveboard thing.

Smell speech, cold gentleman roams the cold idea of the eye ground is to loosen a few at last, continue the topic of unfinished.

"Then why do you wait in front of me?"

"This..."

Of course I know. After all, she is the initiator. If she doesn't know, no one in the world will know.

But since Leng junao asked, at least it proved that his master never told him the truth.

As a loyal slave, the master doesn't want to say, how can she let go in private?

This time, Joan shook her head very simply.

"I don't know."

"I'm afraid you think your life is too long."