Lang Fei snorted lightly, suddenly leaned down, gently tapped Nangong Ru's palm, slowly slashing something.

Xing Lian looked at it in a concentrated manner, and his eyes gradually darkened.

"Who is the one who hurts you?"

This is the word Lang Fei cuts on the palm of Nangong Ru.

What a smart woman, she can use this method to deal with waste who cannot speak or listen to.

Nangong Ru, who was originally lying in depressed, suddenly became excited and struggled to sit up. Nangong Sheng, who was standing beside Qiao Juncheng, immediately walked up and held her hand, "Sister, don't be afraid, with us here, no one can hurt you."

After saying that, he realized that Nangong Ru could no longer hear, so he lowered her head again, and the eyes of the big and thick man gradually turned red.

Lang Fei looked at Xinglian again, lowered her body and continued to stroke Nangong Ru's hand.

The first word, Joe...

Xing Lian held the teacup, which seemed careless, but his mind was rotating rapidly. Could it be that she had saved Nangong Ru's life? She really did it take too much for her to do this?

The second word fell, Xing Lian had already given up struggling. It seemed that this time it was really a mistake. No matter how she stopped it now, there was only one final result: the murderer was her.

Si Feng Jingyue looked at Lang Fei who was smiling and Nangong Ru with a sad face nervously. The bone fan in her hand was tightly pinched, and she wanted to rush up and slap the two people directly outside the door. Her eyes looked at Xing Lian with a calm face on the stone bench, and she was almost crazy. The woman was still so calm. Do you know that the current situation is burning?

Just as he was anxious to get angry, suddenly, a trembling sound came from outside the yard. A fiery red monster approached the yard like a god-exiled exile. A violent beast breath hanged, blowing the few people in the yard almost untenable.

Xing Lian narrowed his eyes, raised his sleeves to cover the wild beast breath, and after a gust of wind, he looked up and saw a handsome man in white standing on Huo Qilin, looking at the crowd in the yard with a faint expression.

"Your Highness King Jing!" Qiao Shiman said first when he saw the visitor, "We know who entered Qiao's mansion that night!"

Si Feng Jingyan swept over the woman who made a sound, without any emotion between her eyebrows and eyes. She just jumped down from the Fire Kirin and walked to Xing Lian's side, "Liang'er, are you okay?"

This sentence fully demonstrates the Ninth Prince of the dynasty's protection for Qiao Xinglian.

"I'm fine."

"Your Highness King Jing, don't you want to know who hurt the aunt? This matter finally came to light. Just wait for the aunt's reaction to report to the emperor!" In the excitement of being able to refine Qiao Xing's Dharma, Qiao Shiman did not notice the increasingly gloomy eyes of His Highness King Jing in her mouth.

After all, Qiao Juncheng has lived in the officialdom for a long time. He has seen the restrained emotions implicitly in the king's calm expression. He immediately shouted to stop Qiao Shiman, who was ignorant of the importance of the matter. "Shiman, don't be rude."

Unfortunately, the brainless and Qiao Shiman have always been smart, but they are completely immersed in joy. They can't see the potential meaning of their father at all, and take a step forward, "Qiao Xinglian is really a cruel woman, and she is from the Qiao family..."

A gust of wind shot towards Qiao Shiman as if she had eyes. Before she could finish her words, the feeling of oppression was approaching her.
Chapter completed!