"What? Who? Xian...they beat me..." An Chuyi was confused and said aggrievedly. Her neck was about to be broken, but she did not dare to resist. She knew that the calmer Beitang Xian was, the more likely he would be.

The angrier the representative became, she felt a murderous aura flowing from his body, making her confused and confused!

"You beat my princess." Beitangxian said again, but this time he was smiling, and his sweet voice had a seductive and charming voice, which was so smooth and intoxicating: "Which hand did it?

"

An Chuyi looked at the smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were dazed, his heart was beating wildly, and there was a blush on his pale face. He then remembered that he had beaten An Qixi when Beitangxian was unconscious two days ago.

That slap! He must be happy because he slapped that bitch An Qixi.

Thinking like this, An Chuyi's voice was shy with a hint of flattery and panic: "Xian, no, I didn't mean to hit Qixi, but I was really worried about your injury, and thought that you were injured because of her, so I acted impulsively.

...can you forgive me?"

Beitangxian's smile became deeper and deeper, he rubbed her chin and said lightly: "Well, I didn't know it was done by hand?"

An Chuyi was inevitably confused by his rare smile, and said blankly: "Right hand!"

Whoosh!

She even felt that as soon as she finished speaking, two sharp cold lights penetrated her body in an instant, and her eyes focused on Beitang Xian's tight lips, tight chin, and phoenix eyes as bright and captivating as cold stars.

Above!

"Ah!" An Chuyi screamed at the sudden stinging pain on his chin, and looked at Beitang Xian who suddenly turned his face in confusion.

Beitangxian closed the distance between the two of them. His breath was cold, and his cold voice was as cold as his eyes. Only the two of them could hear the strange and sharp words, but they penetrated into An Chuyi's eardrums: "

I think Miss An doesn’t know her identity yet. She is my princess, so even if I die for her, what does it have to do with you?"

An Chuyi's pupils tightened and her face was full of shock. However, Beitangxian's next words made her completely lose her mind and breath.

"If you dare to hurt her, I will let you know the full meaning of the word regret!" This is a warning, and the low magnetic voice flows between the breath of the two people, as charming and cold as the owner of the voice,

Majestic and arrogant!

After saying that, Beitang Xian suddenly stood up, always elegant and restrained, always cold and unruly, with no waves in his eyes, but he stood up and landed, and the soles of his feet wearing black gold silk soles stepped on An Chuyi's delicate right hand without hesitation.

For a moment, all the weight of his body was poured on the back of An Chuyi's hand.

Click!

"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out, covering up the crisp and dull sound of broken bones. An Chuyi looked at the right hand that was mercilessly stepped on by Beitangxian in horror and despair, filled with anger, jealousy, resentment, and fear.

Her beautiful face instantly turned ferocious.

Beitang Xian took another look, and there was mockery, sarcasm, cruelty, and a hint of confused joy in his eyes.

It's really strange. Not only does he not feel sorry for the woman he once thought he loved, but he feels happy because he makes her suffer. He is even more confused. He just heard the slave talking about An Qixi being beaten by An Chuyi, and that moment in his heart

Where did the outburst of anger and murderous intent come from? And why could he not control himself and use such despicable methods to torture and warn An Chuyi?

He suddenly asked himself, Beitangxian, do you... really love An Chuyi? Or, have you really loved An Chuyi?

Without an answer, he walked away coldly and said coldly to Beitang Lie: "I'm sorry to bother you with your training, go on!"

What Beitang Xian did was completely unexpected. Everyone was dumbfounded and shocked. They didn't know where this unlucky woman had offended the cold-faced king.

The tight lines all over An Qixi's body softened in an instant, the sourness in her eyes turned into blurred water, and the radiance in her beautiful eyes was overwhelming, stunning again and again!

Beitangxian, he didn't save An Chuyi! This fact made An Qixi feel very good for no reason. The corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably, and her steps couldn't help but run towards that tall and cold figure who couldn't hide her arrogance.

…

The slanted sunlight descends seamlessly into the world. There are hazy light spots mottled in the air, and the stars are scattered like the stars in the night sky. Unprecedented beauty, the air is beautiful, and An Qixi's mood is also beautiful!

She hurriedly followed Beitangxian's footsteps, but the little hand held by Huang Ziyuan was pulled out without any awareness. The unintentional movement was crisp and hurtful.

Losing the delicate and soft warmth, it was as if the heat in his heart gradually cooled down, his eyes dimmed, and Huang Ziyuan's big hand raised in the air froze, feeling embarrassed and disappointed. The breeze blew by, brushing his temples and stroking his long hair.

, slid across the tightly pursed crimson lips, covering up the bitter smile lines on his lips.

Behind her melodious mood, there is his bitter sky. Her bright smile makes his world depressed and gloomy, just because that gorgeous smile... does not belong to him!

An Qixi is wearing a gouache gauze skirt and golden tassels on her head. She makes a crisp tinkling sound as her body swings. Her feet in milky white boots fly towards Beitang Xian's back, as if she is stepping on colorful steps.

The colorful rainbow and thick long ink hair are in close contact with the breeze at speed, and are thrown into the air, coated with light, as if splashed with colorful ink paintings, beautiful and beautiful.

"Beibei!" There was no coquettishness, no hypocrisy, and no false emotion in that voice. She called him from the bottom of her heart. Her voice was melodious in the air, and the beautiful rhythm was sweet, delicate, and naive. It was beautiful.

Pleasant.

Suddenly, Beitangxian's raised steps paused for an instant, and he turned around without hesitation, slowly and elegantly, calmly and indifferently. He didn't even have time to see her clearly, he only felt a ball of pink rushing towards his face, a blurry pink face.

Her face and fluttering pink gauze skirt make An Qixi fly like a beautiful pink butterfly!

Beitangxian opened his arms without thinking, without any suspicion or defense, exposing his most vulnerable chest in front of a woman who made him irritated and suspicious. His thick sword-shaped eyebrows were frowned at his slightly reckless move.
Chapter completed!