He glanced at the sea of ​​flowers, turned to Meng Xian, and replied calmly: "I don't know."

Meng Xian gently bit his bright lower lip, leaned over to him, and whispered: "Because the flowers here are all watered with human blood, and many people's blood... The Lord said, how can they not be beautiful or beautiful?"

The wind suddenly became stronger, rolling up layers of shiny gauze, and raised the elegant white silk, and the breeze and white intersected, making it difficult to separate.

The next moment, there was only a "puff" sound, and a breath that was faster than the light rushed out.

Meng Xian and Wen Zhijun maintained their original posture and looked at each other. After a moment, a blood mark appeared on Meng Xian's white jade-like cheeks, like the most beautiful porcelain cracked a thread.

Meng Xian's eyes were shocked, and the man suddenly retreated, his body was as lightning... Almost at the same time, five small holes appeared where he was standing, and the small holes penetrated deep into white jade bricks, and the whole stone brick cracked into spider patterns in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Wen Zhijun again, his eyes were as cold as before, and his face was even more bleak than before. His phoenix eyes slowly fell on the wound on Meng Xian’s cheek, and he curled his lips and smiled, “I have no interest in the flowers here and you. I would like to advise you to say, do not use despicable means for anyone who can be open and upright, otherwise you will be trapped and you will not be able to blame others.”

Meng Xian raised his hand and gently stroked the wound. He looked down and saw blood stains on his fingertips. His slender eyes narrowed tightly. He looked up at Wen Zhijun, "I didn't expect that the Lord has such deep internal strength. I underestimated the Lord and suffered a great loss."

After saying that, he turned his eyes to look at the exquisite jade ball on Wen Zhijun's belt, his pupils tightened, "Your martial arts seem to be very high, but how do I remember that the young master of the Wen family is not a person with unique skills?"

As soon as this sentence was released, Wen Zhijun looked at him again. After a moment, he said with a smile: "I also want to ask you about this question, where did my martial arts come from? Three months ago, I became less like me after falling out of a coma. Not only did I know martial arts, but my thoughts were much more complicated than before. After thinking about it, I still want to ask you to tell me what disease I had and how did you use to cure me."

The problem is like a ball, which is pushed out from Meng Xian, and Wen Zhijun is pushing back again.

He did not answer Meng Xian’s question at all, but returned the question to Meng Xian. This time the answer was something that Meng Xian could not say.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Meng Xian looked at Wen Zhijun, Wen Zhijun looked at Meng Xian, one was charming, the other was elegant, wearing a breeze dress and a white dress. Two completely different men looked at each other, and the atmosphere changed from tense to weird, and even a little murderous aura...

After watching for a long time, Meng Xian let go of his five fingers tightly. He is not clear about Wen Zhijun's background. If he kills him or hurts him, it will be of no benefit to him.

Instead of opposing it, it is better to take a step back and avoid the edge.

Meng Xian thought this way, his phoenix eyes raised slightly, and the peach blossoms at the corners of his eyes were torn into two pieces. "Your Majesty's question is worse than Xuanyuan Jing to answer. As far as I know, you are about to leave here."

"Yeah?" The gorgeous phoenix eyes raised slightly, and Wen Zhijun was puzzled: "What do you mean is I can leave?"

Meng Xian nodded with a smile, her gorgeous red lips slightly opened, "Because your marriage with the princess is seven days later."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Zhijun's phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and the air flow around him was rapid and unstable, "What did you say!"

He glanced at the sea of ​​flowers, turned to Meng Xian, and replied calmly: "I don't know."

Meng Xian gently bit his bright lower lip, leaned over to him, and whispered: "Because the flowers here are all watered with human blood, and many people's blood... The Lord said, how can they not be beautiful or beautiful?"

The wind suddenly became stronger, rolling up layers of shiny gauze, and raised the elegant white silk, and the breeze and white intersected, making it difficult to separate.

The next moment, there was only a "puff" sound, and a breath that was faster than the light rushed out.

Meng Xian and Wen Zhijun maintained their original posture and looked at each other. After a moment, a blood mark appeared on Meng Xian's white jade-like cheeks, like the most beautiful porcelain cracked a thread.

Meng Xian's eyes were shocked, and the man suddenly retreated, his body was as lightning... Almost at the same time, five small holes appeared where he was standing, and the small holes penetrated deep into white jade bricks, and the whole stone brick cracked into spider patterns in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Wen Zhijun again, his eyes were as cold as before, and his face was even more bleak than before. His phoenix eyes slowly fell on the wound on Meng Xian’s cheek, and he curled his lips and smiled, “I have no interest in the flowers here and you. I would like to advise you to say, do not use despicable means for anyone who can be open and upright, otherwise you will be trapped and you will not be able to blame others.”

Meng Xian raised his hand and gently stroked the wound. He looked down and saw blood stains on his fingertips. His slender eyes narrowed tightly. He looked up at Wen Zhijun, "I didn't expect that the Lord has such deep internal strength. I underestimated the Lord and suffered a great loss."

After saying that, he turned his eyes to look at the exquisite jade ball on Wen Zhijun's belt, his pupils tightened, "Your martial arts seem to be very high, but how do I remember that the young master of the Wen family is not a person with unique skills?"

As soon as this sentence was released, Wen Zhijun looked at him again. After a moment, he said with a smile: "I also want to ask you about this question, where did my martial arts come from? Three months ago, I became less like me after falling out of a coma. Not only did I know martial arts, but my thoughts were much more complicated than before. After thinking about it, I still want to ask you to tell me what disease I had and how did you use to cure me."

The problem is like a ball, which is pushed out from Meng Xian, and Wen Zhijun is pushing back again.

He did not answer Meng Xian’s question at all, but returned the question to Meng Xian. This time the answer was something that Meng Xian could not say.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Meng Xian looked at Wen Zhijun, Wen Zhijun looked at Meng Xian, one was charming, the other was elegant, wearing a breeze dress and a white dress. Two completely different men looked at each other, and the atmosphere changed from tense to weird, and even a little murderous aura...

After watching for a long time, Meng Xian let go of his five fingers tightly. He is not clear about Wen Zhijun's background. If he kills him or hurts him, it will be of no benefit to him.

Instead of opposing it, it is better to take a step back and avoid the edge.

Meng Xian thought this way, his phoenix eyes raised slightly, and the peach blossoms at the corners of his eyes were torn into two pieces. "Your Majesty's question is worse than Xuanyuan Jing to answer. As far as I know, you are about to leave here."

"Yeah?" The gorgeous phoenix eyes raised slightly, and Wen Zhijun was puzzled: "What do you mean is I can leave?"

Meng Xian nodded with a smile, her gorgeous red lips slightly opened, "Because your marriage with the princess is seven days later."
Chapter completed!