"Beitangxian!" Looking at Beitangxian's dodging gaze, An Qixi bravely looked at him, smiled, grabbed his hand, gently placed it on his side face and rubbed it, and said softly and softly: "Beitang, I'm sleepy, let's go and rest. Is there anything better to talk about tomorrow?"

Beitangxian never resisted An Qixi's spoiled sex. She thought this move would be unsatisfactory, but this time, she failed.

Beitangxian suddenly threw away An Qixi's hand in anger, as if An Qixi was a beast, a beautiful snake with a beautiful face, and a powerful force pushed An Qixi to the ground.

Beitangxian's eyes were filled with panic and heartache, but she forced herself to look away and fled from here in panic. She shouted as she walked: "An Qixi, go to bed by yourself, I need quiet! Don't bother me again!"

An Qixi's eyes were filled with panic and sadness, and he stood up as if he had no soul. Looking at his broken palm, she was bleeding, but she couldn't feel the pain. She just murmured in a low voice: "What are you afraid of? I won't hurt you, Beibei, what are you afraid of? How could I bother you..."

Beitangxian was hiding behind a rockery, and his heart was so painful that it almost made a ball. He couldn't help but peek at An Qixi. Looking at her in a daze, looking at her sad and helpless look, watching her slowly turn around the thick loneliness and loneliness under the moonlight, Beitangxian's heart tightened layer by layer, suppressing, pain, tearing, burning...

The continuous pain made him pant and tighten his heart. He was like a desperate beast, roaring silently with a sad tremolo: "How do I love you? How do I love you? Can you not love you, my Xier, my sister... sister..."

"Open the door for me!" A roar suddenly came from the Xian Palace!

An Fang stood in front of the door with a ferocious face, followed by a group of subordinates, each wearing torches, with solemn faces, like bandits robbing the house.

An Fang is not a fool. How could An Chuyi be so coincidental that he was given a gift tonight on the way to Beitangxian...? An Fang believed in his heart that this must be related to Beitangxian. It was probably made by Beitangxian. Beitangxian had a motive. And all the experiences of An Chuyi tonight were exactly the same as those of An Qixi a few years ago. He said that there was no ghost here, and he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.

As long as I think of the wounds and embarrassment when An Chuyi returned, I would be furious without listening to An Chuyi's experiences tonight.

No matter what happens tonight, he will seek justice for An Chuyi, and he will do his best!

"If you don't open the door, you will have to break through!" An Fang roared angrily. The roar he made with his internal force was very loud, and he was full of anger, so the sound sounded extremely shocking.

"You are so brave. You even dare to break into my mansion and place it. Do you really think I dare not touch you?" The cold and dangerous voice suddenly rang over the sky like the demon king's demon voice.

Everyone was shocked. Before An Fang could even react, he heard screams coming from behind him one after another. He suddenly turned around to look, and his scalp exploded for a moment, feeling shocked, angry and fearful.

I saw the subordinates he brought lying on the ground with pale faces. None of the thirty people were alive, and they were all destroyed in an instant! So cruel and so cruel, it is worthy of being Beitangxian!

But isn’t Beitangxian no longer killing innocent people? Why did he kill him in one sentence today? Is he going to take the initiative?

An Fang suppressed the shock and anger in his heart, started to think, and after some conspiracy, An Fang said coldly: "What is Prince Xian's intention? The person who killed me must have an explanation. Don't think you are the prince, so I dare not impeach you!"

Beitangxian was already upset and despair reached its peak. Her heart felt discouraged, but she was reluctant to hurt An Qixi. She didn't want to tell her such cruel truth. She was worried that there was no place to vent his evil fire, so she came to her door by herself.

He stood above the high gatehouse and looked at them condescendingly. The moonlight became his back, his clothes and hair were tangled and floating. He curled his lips and said, "I have learned enough of Prime Minister An's shameless kung fu. I have long been familiar with it. I don't mind if I have another one."

"You!" An Fang was humiliated by Beitangxian in public, pointed at him angrily, resisting the urge to take action and shouted: "The other husbands can ignore it, but the little girl was almost insulted. Prince Xian wants to give me an explanation."

"Why? How is your daughter doing? What does it have to do with me? You'd better get out quickly, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." Bei Tangxian was tired of An Shang's face and said coldly without hesitation.

"Beitangxian! You are too bullying! Chuyi just likes you want to marry you. It's okay if you shirk it over and over again, but you actually use such a vicious trick to deal with a weak woman. Beitangxian, ask yourself, can you live up to your conscience?" An Jian roared angrily without caring about it.

"Hmph! Young Master is here to preach to me. Ask yourself, do you deserve your conscience? Old man, I will tell you that no one in this world who hurt An Qixi. I will find it one by one, no matter who he is!" Beitangxian's robe sounded robe looked particularly hideous in his voice.

"You, you..." An Fang was so angry that he almost leaned back when he was said by Bei Tangxian. He pointed at Bei Tangxian for a long time and only had the word "you".

He suddenly realized something in his heart. Now it was not the matter of Beitangxian's desire to marry An Chuyi. Beitangxian hated their father and daughter so much. Even if Beitangxian finally married Yiyi, he would not be happy when he married Yiyi. Instead, he would become a tool for Beitangxian to take revenge for An Qixi Festival and his soul.

Thinking of this, An Fang had a cold war and suddenly became clear in his heart. He wanted his daughter to be happy, not to send An Chuyi into the fire pit.

He was extremely grateful at this moment. Fortunately, Beitangxian did not agree to marry An Chuyi, and Beitangxian said tonight to wake him up, otherwise it would have been a big mistake. "Beitangxian!" Looking at Beitangxian's dodging gaze, An Qixi bravely looked at him, smiled, grabbed his hand, gently placed it on his side face and rubbed it. He said softly and softly: "Beitangxian, I'm sleepy, let's go and rest. Is there anything better to say tomorrow?"

Beitangxian never resisted An Qixi's spoiled sex. She thought this move would be unsatisfactory, but this time, she failed.

Beitangxian suddenly threw away An Qixi's hand in anger, as if An Qixi was a beast, a beautiful snake with a beautiful face, and a powerful force pushed An Qixi to the ground.

Beitangxian's eyes were filled with panic and heartache, but she forced herself to look away and fled from here in panic. She shouted as she walked: "An Qixi, go to bed by yourself, I need quiet! Don't bother me again!"

An Qixi's eyes were filled with panic and sadness, and he stood up as if he had no soul. Looking at his broken palm, she was bleeding, but she couldn't feel the pain. She just murmured in a low voice: "What are you afraid of? I won't hurt you, Beibei, what are you afraid of? How could I bother you..."

Beitangxian was hiding behind a rockery, and his heart was so painful that it almost made a ball. He couldn't help but peek at An Qixi. Looking at her in a daze, looking at her sad and helpless look, watching her slowly turn around the thick loneliness and loneliness under the moonlight, Beitangxian's heart tightened layer by layer, suppressing, pain, tearing, burning...

The continuous pain made him pant and tighten his heart. He was like a desperate beast, roaring silently with a sad tremolo: "How do I love you? How do I love you? Can you not love you, my Xier, my sister... sister..."

"Open the door for me!" A roar suddenly came from the Xian Palace!

An Fang stood in front of the door with a ferocious face, followed by a group of subordinates, each wearing torches, with solemn faces, like bandits robbing the house.

An Fang is not a fool. How could An Chuyi be so coincidental that he was given a gift tonight on the way to Beitangxian...? An Fang believed in his heart that this must be related to Beitangxian. It was probably made by Beitangxian. Beitangxian had a motive. And all the experiences of An Chuyi tonight were exactly the same as those of An Qixi a few years ago. He said that there was no ghost here, and he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.

As long as I think of the wounds and embarrassment when An Chuyi returned, I would be furious without listening to An Chuyi's experiences tonight.

No matter what happens tonight, he will seek justice for An Chuyi, and he will do his best!

"If you don't open the door, you will have to break through!" An Fang roared angrily. The roar he made with his internal force was very loud, and he was full of anger, so the sound sounded extremely shocking.

"You are so brave. You even dare to break into my mansion and place it. Do you really think I dare not touch you?" The cold and dangerous voice suddenly rang over the sky like the demon king's demon voice.

Everyone was shocked. Before An Fang could even react, he heard screams coming from behind him one after another. He suddenly turned around to look, and his scalp exploded for a moment, feeling shocked, angry and fearful.

I saw the subordinates he brought lying on the ground with pale faces. None of the thirty people were alive, and they were all destroyed in an instant! So cruel and so cruel, it is worthy of being Beitangxian!

But isn’t Beitangxian no longer killing innocent people? Why did he kill him in one sentence today? Is he going to take the initiative?

An Fang suppressed the shock and anger in his heart, started to think, and after some conspiracy, An Fang said coldly: "What is Prince Xian's intention? The person who killed me must have an explanation. Don't think you are the prince, so I dare not impeach you!"

Beitangxian was already upset and despair reached its peak. Her heart felt discouraged, but she was reluctant to hurt An Qixi. She didn't want to tell her such cruel truth. She was worried that there was no place to vent his evil fire, so she came to her door by herself.

He stood above the high gatehouse and looked at them condescendingly. The moonlight became his back, his clothes and hair were tangled and floating. He curled his lips and said, "I have learned enough of Prime Minister An's shameless kung fu. I have long been familiar with it. I don't mind if I have another one."

"You!" An Fang was humiliated by Beitangxian in public, pointed at him angrily, resisting the urge to take action and shouted: "The other husbands can ignore it, but the little girl was almost insulted. Prince Xian wants to give me an explanation."

"Why? How is your daughter doing? What does it have to do with me? You'd better get out quickly, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." Bei Tangxian was tired of An Shang's face and said coldly without hesitation.

"Beitangxian! You are too bullying! Chuyi just likes you want to marry you. It's okay if you shirk it over and over again, but you actually use such a vicious trick to deal with a weak woman. Beitangxian, ask yourself, can you live up to your conscience?" An Jian roared angrily without caring about it.

"Hmph! Young Master is here to preach to me. Ask yourself, do you deserve your conscience? Old man, I will tell you that no one in this world who hurt An Qixi. I will find it one by one, no matter who he is!" Beitangxian's robe sounded robe looked particularly hideous in his voice.

"You, you..." An Fang was so angry that he almost leaned back when he was said by Bei Tangxian. He pointed at Bei Tangxian for a long time and only had the word "you".

He suddenly realized something in his heart. Now it was not the matter of Beitangxian's desire to marry An Chuyi. Beitangxian hated their father and daughter so much. Even if Beitangxian finally married Yiyi, he would not be happy when he married Yiyi. Instead, he would become a tool for Beitangxian to take revenge for An Qixi Festival and his soul.

Thinking of this, An Fang had a cold war and suddenly became clear in his heart. He wanted his daughter to be happy, not to send An Chuyi into the fire pit.
Chapter completed!