"Qiu Lian, don't make trouble! I have something to ask you."

Leng Yuhan really wanted to ask Murong Qiulian whether the easy capture of Lanxi City had anything to do with him.

"Autumn

What!

Forcibly kiss a woman, suck the woman's uvula, and be selfless and lingering.[

Murong Qiulian's arousal was so high that she couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart. When the woman called her name, did that mean that she began to accept herself from the bottom of her heart?

"Murong Qiulian, what you said about ordering five cities and recruiting the whole Xuanzhao is

He quickly let go before her anger was about to explode.

Leng Yuhan took a breath and hit Murong Qiulian's arm. It didn't hurt or itch, and she didn't use any strength. In Murong Qiulian's opinion, the woman was acting coquettishly with her.

Haha, this is a good phenomenon. It turns out that women can still act coquettishly?

"Hey, why don't you answer?"

Looking at Murong Qiulian who was staring at him with a dazed smile, Leng Yuhan suddenly felt that he must have water in his head, otherwise why would he ask Murong Qiulian such a sensitive and non-moistureous topic?

"Yan'er, I've counted all the people in the world, but I'm afraid you're the only one who doesn't take Gu's words seriously."

Punishingly biting the rouge between the woman's eyebrows, Murong Qiulian's words contained a hint of helplessness.

"But why?"

If you want to, why not before the war starts? But wait until the war starts. Both countries have no way out and can only end in bloodshed.

"Want to hear the truth?"

Murong Qiulian let go of Leng Yuhan and put on her clothes. She frowned and thought, and suddenly said: "Yan'er, if Gu says it's because you still have seven years to live, will you blame Gu?"

"Because I will die?"

Noticing that Murong Qiulian trembled when he heard the word 'death', Leng Yuhan thought of the heaviness behind the word 'death', and his words unconsciously became stronger.

"Well. It's what you said. You don't want to waste the remaining time on fighting, and you shouldn't cherish each other's happiness in the runaway hatred. Isn't it? If you only have seven years, Gu Xiang will try to understand you.

Once, I will accompany you for a lifetime."

"Oh! What if I can live a few more years?"

Hearing Murong Qiulian's words, Leng Yuhan didn't know whether he should be happy or pessimistic.

Happily, what Murong Qiulian said is true, but pessimistically, if she is still alive after seven years, will Murong Qiulian strangle her to death with his own hands?[

"You dare to lie to Gu?"

Murong Qiulian suddenly turned around, his cold black eyes blazing with rage, making Leng Yuhan tremble.

"No, no. I just have an illusion. You seem to want me to die soon?"

Leng Yuhan curled her lips, fell on the bed, and put her arms under her head.

What's the excuse? Because you're about to die, and you want to fulfill your last wish before you die?

Damn Murong Qiulian, who does he think he is? The Santa Claus who delivers gifts?

Tsk! In ancient times, it wasn’t Christmas, okay?

She felt unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart. Leng Yuhan felt as if she had been deceived emotionally. She was being treated like a clown. She naively thought that the person was treating her well because he loved her. No, it was love.

Poetry and smoke.

You still know your past? How ridiculous!

Thinking of the magical time travel between limbs and soul, Leng Yuhan felt even more depressed. He was just a soul from modern times with no place to live. What right did he have to fight for the love of others?

"Angry?"

The woman suddenly fell silent, looking at the tent in a daze. Murong Qiulian guessed that the woman must have misunderstood him, so he lay back on the tent, held the woman in his arms and asked softly.

"Do I have the right to be angry?"

The woman reluctantly broke out of Murong Qiulian's arms, and hated him and stayed away from him.

"You still say you're not angry? Can't you just let me hug you, be good, and coax you?"

Murong Qiulian had never coaxed a woman before, so she didn't know what to do when Leng Yuhan lost her temper, let alone find a good way to coax her temper.

"Who needs you to coax! Huh! Go away!"

A pillow flew towards Murong Qiulian. Leng Yuhan covered his ears with his hands in annoyance. All he could hear was the repeated version of 'You still have seven years to live'.

"You, you, you dare to scold Gu?"

The pillow hit Murong Qiulian's dazed face, numbing the pain and losing consciousness.
Chapter completed!