Jiang Wanbai only looked at it and knew that Liyan ghost king really loved crescent ghost king.
Because of that look, she often saw on Qi Qingxing''s face. Jiang Wanbai believed in Qi Qingxing''s feelings for himself, and naturally believed in the feelings of Liyan ghost king for the crescent ghost king. Therefore, she became more curious about the reason why Liyan Guiwang trapped her here regardless of Xinyue Guiwang''s wishes.
From the outside, this is a towering city. When you enter the city gate, you can see that it is really different from the capital city. The only difference is that the capital is bustling and noisy, but it is cold and quiet. The shops on both sides of the street are closed. There is no one who is redundant and can''t even see the ghost shadow.
"Crescent doesn''t like that noise, so it''s what you see." Li Yan explained with a smile.
As a result, he had just finished, and nanmenziyang said in a strange way: "is she not fond of it or do you not like it?"
At the moment of seeing Liyan, nanmenziyang''s anger had been waiting for the moment of gushing. As a result, Liyan''s reaction to him was so insipid that the original burning anger was blocked in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.
At this time, nanmenziyang is completely in the very early excuse to vent his heart burning the fire.
Jiang Wanbai looks at Ziyang at the south gate, frowns slightly and doesn''t speak.
Qi Qingxing shook his head slightly.
Li Yan is not angry, he looked at the South Gate son Yang, a good temper to answer his question: "crescent don''t like, I don''t like."
"If she didn''t like it, how could she want to escape to the outside world? You are lying, she is clearly yearning for the outside world of normal life, is you rely on their own selfishness, domineering to imprison her here! " Nanmenziyang said these words in one breath. His heart fluctuated, and his mood was obviously chaotic.
Li Yan steps a meal, side head looks at him, the face already did not have those smile.
At this moment, the prestige of the ghost King fell down, leaving Qingzhu and nanmenziyang gasping. They were in a trance. The sharp inflammation in front of them was not only higher than most men, but also his identity was not ordinary. He was the ghost king, not ordinary people.
Xue Xu stretched out his hand and patted the green bamboo on the shoulder. In an instant, the pressure that made the green bamboo breathless disappeared.
But no one went to help nanmenziyang. Nanmenziyang was still under the pressure from Li Yan. His face turned red. He opened his mouth and gasped for breath. He had to stretch out his hand and pull his skirt. When his knees were soft, he would kneel on the ground. Jiang Wanbai frowned. In the end, he put his hand on his shoulder and lifted him up.
"Nanmenziyang, I thought that after so much experience, you should at least be more stable, but now it seems that I think more about everything." Jiang Wanbai holds Nanmen Ziyang and takes back his hand after standing firm. His voice is light.
Nanmenziyang''s face was red and white. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, but he blurted out: "you are all waiting to see my joke! I know my strength is very weak, in your eyes nothing, at best, it is just a fun, you don''t have to fake good intentions
"Nanmenziyang! What are you talking about? " Green bamboo widened his eyes and looked at Nanmen Ziyang in disbelief. It seemed that it was hard to accept that such words came from his mouth.