, she just picked something easy. As for those dirty things, she didn’t mention a word. Anyway, she had already rejected that old guy Ling Xiang, and she thought there would be no chance for him to catch him in the future, so she had nothing to worry about.

Yes.

"Is it because the concubine was sent away?" Hey, not many of these people can save fuel.

Xuanyuan Huang sneered coldly, but he knew in his heart that Ling Zihan had not finished what she said, and he ignored her teasing and only said: "Qingqing, I'm afraid there is more than this that Ling Xiang wants you to convey to me!"

"A big tree attracts wind, and good luck attracts fire. I'm afraid the old fox's fire wants to be lit among you."

No, to be precise, he was vacillating between the Crown Prince and Xuanyuan Huang. In his private conversation with her and Ling Xiu, he had secretly mentioned that they should capture her husband's heart. But now that he thought about it carefully, he realized that

She felt a little strange, as if he was instigating her and Ling

However, her relationship with Ling Xiu has never been good. In this way, his instigation seems to be of no use here. He can neither instigate them to fight to the death, nor can he rely on her

His mouth fanned the flames of Xuanyuan Huang.

She, Ling Zihan, didn't want to be teased and applauded by that old thing.

Xuanyuan Huang understood her words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the evil look on his lips was a little contemptuous: "That also depends on whether he is capable enough!"

"It's better to be careful." Ling Zihan interlocked her fingers and played with Xuanyuan Huang's fingers.

After a long time, she seemed to have thought of something. She withdrew her hand, took out a box from her sleeve, and handed it to him. Her expression was as usual, but her flirtatious eyes changed from the lusty look of the past, and became more solemn. It could be seen that in her hand,

things are extremely important to her.

"Look at this."

The cold box is so cold that it penetrates your blood.

It is jet black and heavy. In addition to the scarcity of materials, the totem on it is even more eye-catching.

Xuanyuan Huang took the palm-sized small box, looked it up and down, and murmured four words, "Black gold iron box." Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something, gasped, and made a slight "hiss" sound.
Chapter completed!