"My lord, please don't kill me. I have a seventy-year-old mother with a baby waiting to be fed, and a daughter-in-law who is about to give birth to a baby. I will never dare to laugh again. Don't kill me. Don't kill me."

"If he didn't shout out quickly, Yan Rong couldn't help but laugh out loud. He has played various roles. This kind of rosy scholar who is so annoying that he wants to be kicked a few times to relieve his hatred is a popular fashion in the Yan Kingdom recently. He sees it

It's so funny that I have always wanted to experience it myself, but unfortunately Hitomi Takeba hates this kind of dress. She said that her children would kick her when she smelled the smell of hair oil.

In order to save his pregnant wife from suffering, Yan Rong suppressed this wish and did not dare to act on it. Now he finally put some oil on his head. He was not willing to just hang out without anything happening.

In the past, if it was just that simple, it wouldn't matter if he looked like normal.

Therefore, when the officers and soldiers asked him just now, he not only did not deliberately change his tone, but also deliberately amplified his voice. As expected, the sensitive Yun Yan rushed over as soon as he heard it, furious as if he wanted to skin someone.

It seemed that the shadow he had left on him was not light, and Yun Yan almost wanted to go berserk and angry.

Yan Rong continued to laugh unscrupulously. He didn't know why. He and the leader of the Vulcan Sect seemed to be natural enemies. Seeing him feel uncomfortable and depressed made Yan Rong feel extremely happy.[

A mouse and a cat can't be friends. He and Yun Yan are probably the kind of natural enemies. When they get together, they will fight to the death.

"Raise your head and look at me!" Yun Yan's usual gentle tone completely disappeared along the way. His cold voice was just a little bit worse than my old one. He still didn't practice enough.

Yan Rong recited three words silently in his mind, then looked around at the weapon against him and raised his head.

Under the scorching sun, Yun Yan looked down from a high position and saw that the man squatting on the ground had an extremely outstanding appearance, but the wretchedness and cowardice in his eyes ruined the overall temperament of his facial features, and the smell of powder all over his body made Yun Yan even more confused.

There is no good impression of Yan.

Is he still a man? It's a shame to dress like this.

"Master, I have some silver on me." As if that wasn't enough, Yan Rong shrank closer to Yun Yan, reached into his arms, rummaged for a long time before he pulled out a small piece of loose silver, and said with a grimace, "At home,
Chapter completed!