Suddenly, her green eyes turned cold and she sang: "Go to the Sky Villa!"

The carriage immediately turned a corner and drove towards the outskirts of Lancheng.

The Cangqiu Villa is between the mountains and rivers, quiet and elegant. Xuanyuan Jing helped Yan Junqing to the bedroom, strode towards the backyard, and pushed open the door of the backyard with one palm. It was extremely luxurious and glittering. A man in a scarlet robe leaned against the main seat, playing with a piece of blood jade in his hand. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head lazily.

"Well... it's a few hours later than I expected." The sweet voice could not tell the man and woman. The delicate and enchanting face was even more colorful, with three peach blossoms painted at the corners of her eyes, and every frown and smile, the flowers bloomed and fell.

Xuanyuan Jing turned a blind eye to his beauty and said coldly: "I want you to think of a solution immediately, so you must not remind him of it."

"Why, has he broken through the forbidden technique?" Yan Ruotao Li's face smiled, turned her eyes and swept over Xuanyuan Jing lightly, and said softly: "People with weak willpower can be controlled by the forbidden technique. Those with strong willpower will sooner or later break through the slut. What, haven't I told you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xuanyuan Jing looked at his gorgeous face in disgust, "No matter what method you use, I must return Wen Zhijun to me!"

"Ha--" He sneered with his thin lips, and looked at her with his long eyes slanted: "He was not yours originally, why did he give it to you?"

"Meng Xian!" Xuanyuan Mirror seemed to have been stepped on to the weak point, and his pair of green eyes looked at him fiercely.

Meng Xian's five fingers were slender and slender. He stood up with Feisha and suddenly let go. Feisha fell all over the ground layer by layer. He walked to Xuanyuan Jing, leaned down and smiled softly, "Don't worry, I will help you. Without Yan Junqing, Ye Jiangxue will not be the weather. As long as I think about destroying Southern Jin, I will definitely help you..."

After a pause, the red jade material in his hand suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and continued: "But, his breakthrough of the forbidden technique is no longer under control. Unless you find Hua Qianmo and seal his memory again,... he will be in pain."

Xuanyuan Mirror had no expression on his face and said coldly: "As long as you don't die, you can do it."

"Ah, what a cruel woman..." Meng Xian bit her red lips and smiled in a charming way: "Yan Junqing is so unfortunate. She was played with by Ling Zhexiao, used by Ye Jiangxue, imprisoned by you... If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I wouldn't know that there is such a man in the world who can instigate mountains and rivers, and the monarchs of the Three Kingdoms compete for it. It's really a beauty to the country and the blue face is a disaster."

After saying that, regardless of Xuanyuan Jing's expression, he pushed open the door and walked away in his gorgeous breeze clothes.

The fragrance filled the mist. Yan Junqing sat cross-legged on the couch, with a row of golden needles inserted on the left shoulder, and a strange blue flame was burning on the golden needles.

Meng Xian stood behind him, with a row of golden needles at his hand. The peach blossoms were blooming, with a bright color. Her beautiful eyes stared at the red tattoos on Yan Junqing's back. Large areas of the other side of the shore were burning and blooming, occupying the body of this elegant man.

Moving his lips, he whispered and bewitched: "You are Wen Zhijun...I like Xuanyuan Jing..."

"No...I'm not..." Yan Junqing's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he stubbornly resisted the forbidden technique.

Meng Xian did not give up, so he pulled out a golden needle and stabbed it into his right shoulder. He raised his fingers and blue flames suddenly rose on the golden needle, and Yan Junqing's face became more painful.

"You are Wen Zhijun..." Meng Xian continued to spell.

Yan Junqing was in a clear state of mind and was firmly guarding the bottom line, "No, I'm not!"

This time, Meng Xian directly pulled the three-point golden needle, stabbed his backhand into his head, and ignited the blue flames with a blink of an eye. Suddenly, her green eyes turned cold and she sang: "Go to the Sky Villa!"

The carriage immediately turned a corner and drove towards the outskirts of Lancheng.

The Cangqiu Villa is between the mountains and rivers, quiet and elegant. Xuanyuan Jing helped Yan Junqing to the bedroom, strode towards the backyard, and pushed open the door of the backyard with one palm. It was extremely luxurious and glittering. A man in a scarlet robe leaned against the main seat, playing with a piece of blood jade in his hand. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head lazily.

"Well... it's a few hours later than I expected." The sweet voice could not tell the man and woman. The delicate and enchanting face was even more colorful, with three peach blossoms painted at the corners of her eyes, and every frown and smile, the flowers bloomed and fell.

Xuanyuan Jing turned a blind eye to his beauty and said coldly: "I want you to think of a solution immediately, so you must not remind him of it."

"Why, has he broken through the forbidden technique?" Yan Ruotao Li's face smiled, turned her eyes and swept over Xuanyuan Jing lightly, and said softly: "People with weak willpower can be controlled by the forbidden technique. Those with strong willpower will sooner or later break through the slut. What, haven't I told you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xuanyuan Jing looked at his gorgeous face in disgust, "No matter what method you use, I must return Wen Zhijun to me!"

"Ha--" He sneered with his thin lips, and looked at her with his long eyes slanted: "He was not yours originally, why did he give it to you?"

"Meng Xian!" Xuanyuan Mirror seemed to have been stepped on to the weak point, and his pair of green eyes looked at him fiercely.

Meng Xian's five fingers were slender and slender. He stood up with Feisha and suddenly let go. Feisha fell all over the ground layer by layer. He walked to Xuanyuan Jing, leaned down and smiled softly, "Don't worry, I will help you. Without Yan Junqing, Ye Jiangxue will not be the weather. As long as I think about destroying Southern Jin, I will definitely help you..."

After a pause, the red jade material in his hand suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and continued: "But, his breakthrough of the forbidden technique is no longer under control. Unless you find Hua Qianmo and seal his memory again,... he will be in pain."

Xuanyuan Mirror had no expression on his face and said coldly: "As long as you don't die, you can do it."

"Ah, what a cruel woman..." Meng Xian bit her red lips and smiled in a charming way: "Yan Junqing is so unfortunate. She was played with by Ling Zhexiao, used by Ye Jiangxue, imprisoned by you... If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I wouldn't know that there is such a man in the world who can instigate mountains and rivers, and the monarchs of the Three Kingdoms compete for it. It's really a beauty to the country and the blue face is a disaster."

After saying that, regardless of Xuanyuan Jing's expression, he pushed open the door and walked away in his gorgeous breeze clothes.

The fragrance filled the mist. Yan Junqing sat cross-legged on the couch, with a row of golden needles inserted on the left shoulder, and a strange blue flame was burning on the golden needles.

Meng Xian stood behind him, with a row of golden needles at his hand. The peach blossoms were blooming, with a bright color. Her beautiful eyes stared at the red tattoos on Yan Junqing's back. Large areas of the other side of the shore were burning and blooming, occupying the body of this elegant man.

Moving his lips, he whispered and bewitched: "You are Wen Zhijun...I like Xuanyuan Jing..."

"No...I'm not..." Yan Junqing's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he stubbornly resisted the forbidden technique.

Meng Xian did not give up, so he pulled out a golden needle and stabbed it into his right shoulder. He raised his fingers and blue flames suddenly rose on the golden needle, and Yan Junqing's face became more painful.

"You are Wen Zhijun..." Meng Xian continued to spell.

Yan Junqing was in a clear state of mind and was firmly guarding the bottom line, "No, I'm not!"
Chapter completed!