At present, women's obstinacy is a rare familiar, like revisiting the old dream.

Two "good" words in a row make Leng Jun Ao angry, sneer at himself, and the eagle's eyes turn cold.

Just to continue to want to say something, suddenly eyes a coagulation, fixed in the ground at the foot of Zhao Wanxi.

A small pool of water is gathering there, and it's expanding.

Further up, a drop of crystal water is falling down like a broken line.

"Xi'er, you..."

The pupil suddenly shrinks, Leng junao's tone stagnates, and unconsciously softens a little, and the big palm stretches out uncontrollably.

"I'm just trying to reason with you. What are you crying about?"

"I didn't cry, I didn't cry! It's to reason with you. "

He lowered his head in time, just didn't want to be found embarrassed by him.

As a result, I didn't expect to escape.

Both aggrieved and embarrassed, Zhao Wanxi simply bit her lip and twisted her head to the other side, insisting with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Go on."

"What else to continue?"

How can we say that this is the case?

Take back the ignored hand and press your forehead. Leng junao feels helpless.

"Well, I won't argue with you. If you really think they are innocent, let them go."

"Natural innocence."

"Well, in that case, stop it."

His words are enough.

It's really not suitable to say more in this situation.

With a long breath and a sense of escape, Zhao Wanxi walked out with her feet raised.

Leng Jun Ao sees this, subconsciously wants to stop, the hand has extended to half, thought just now of the experience, and then shrinks back.

At the same time, Zhao Wanxi, who was walking out, took a slow beat at her feet without any trace. Seeing Leng junao, she stretched out her hand and shrunk back. She narrowed her eyebrows and suddenly lifted the tent curtain and came out.

The man who is responsible for beating the baton outside has stopped.

Huang Qi and others lined up, straight back kneeling under the flag.

In addition to Chu Liuli's pale complexion and biting his lower lip, the other people's looks didn't change much, just like the people who were beaten just now were not them at all.

Worthy of being a general, she is much better than her master who can only lose gold beans at critical moments.

Seeing this, Zhao Wanxi taunted herself and rubbed her eyes.

Then deliberately pull up a smile, personally came forward to help Chu Liuli.

At the same time, he motioned to other people to help each other and stand up.

"Well, it's all right. You all have a rest first. This time... " It's my mistake.

"Madame is the Lord, so it's natural to know what it is."

Huang Qi admits that he can't stand Zhao Wanxi's apology and doesn't want to.

When I got up, I heard that her voice was not right, and when I spoke, I was interrupted directly.

"We're all right, just a few sticks. We can still bear it."

Intercepting Zhao Wanxi's voice, Huang Qi tries to straighten her back to show that she's really OK, but her eyes don't look at her face.

On the other hand, Chu Liuli is the opposite. His eyes only stay on his master's slightly red and swollen eyes, regardless of his back pain.

"What's wrong with your eyes, ma'am? Is it... "

Because she was too worried, she almost couldn't hold back and directly asked in public if she had cried.

In the middle of the question, I suddenly realized that my master had just come out of my tent.

In addition, a few of them were pardoned, and they wanted to know what it was because. They regretted that they could not bite off their tongue.