The stopped steps hesitated for a moment, Ling Ziliang closed his eyes and struggled...

"……etc!"

Meng Xian couldn't help but stretched out his hand to grab Ling Ziliang's arm. His long fingers clasped Ling Ziliang's forearm tightly, as if he wanted to crush Ling Ziliang into pieces. His nails were clawing hard, and he couldn't control his strength for a while.

.

Ling Ziliangxu was also extremely depressed. He didn't resist when Meng Xian grabbed him and let his fingers leave red fingerprints on his arm. After a long time, Meng Xian calmed down and his eyes were no longer wet, so he bit him.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled Ling Ziliang hard and asked him to sit on the chair.

Ling Ziliang stumbled and fell down on the chair. His arm was so painful from being scratched that he was held a little weakly by Meng Xian. Meng Xian gently opened Ling Ziliang's sleeves, and he found five deep scratches on his arm.

's imprint.

The prints on the white arms are as if they were painted on them, just like the cherry-colored plum blossoms blooming in winter in a world as bright as snow, and this plum blossom was painted by him.

Even if no more marks can be left on Ling Ziliang's body, one like this is enough.

In an instant, the cherry-colored plum blossoms were in full bloom. In other words, Ling Ziliang's arm was swollen with five lines. If not touched, it would just feel hot, but when Meng Xian used his icy fingers,

When he touched it, he thought it would hurt, but he didn't expect that the cold feeling made his burning sensation disappear a lot.

"...Does it hurt?" Meng Xian looked at Ling Ziliang's arm with some distress. Although the redness on it was beautiful, when it swelled up, it became a bit shocking. He secretly regretted the force he exerted and took out a hand next to his body.

An exquisite small porcelain bottle. The whole porcelain bottle is jade-white, with no other patterns on it. The medicinal powder inside is also soft and white and delicate.

Meng Xian poured some medicinal powder into the palm of his hand, mixed it with some water, and then gently applied it on Ling Ziliang's arm.

Of course, Ling Ziliang's anger could not be spared in the meantime.

And, ya za hoo hoo.

"Meng Xian, if you don't want to be a real brother with me, just say it clearly! What kind of hero can you be with such a hand behind the scenes?" Ling Ziliang was furious and slapped the table with his other hand, making a muffled sound, followed by his miserable

Shout: "Ah...it hurts so much!"

Even the redness of his palms couldn't resist the anger in his heart!

Burning rage!

"Meng Xian, have you taken the courage of an ambitious leopard? You dare to kill the prince!" Ling Ziliang's palm hurt from being slapped by him. He stretched it out to his mouth and breathed, and then continued to glare angrily at the person who helped him apply the medicine.

Meng Xian.

"Meng Xian! The prince will not let it go!" Ling Ziliang continued to glare angrily, and his voice was loud and shocking. Although he was so angry that he could not feel how loud his voice was, but Meng Xian, who was facing Ling Ziliang's roar, could only

When he had time to pat his ears, he thought maybe he should find a cotton ball to plug his ears.

"Meng Xian! Don't think that I will forget this matter if you don't speak to me!" Ling Ziliang said that he was really innocent and he didn't mean to be like this! Everything was Meng Xian's fault.
Chapter completed!