"You finally came out, I almost thought you were going to die inside." Seeing the lonely figure at the door, Nan Li shrugged, unable to say whether he was relieved or something else.

"What are those people doing in the past three days? Organize the information for me." Jun Zhan's eyes were cold, and he closed the door expressionlessly. Bingliang's fingertips pressed against the edge of the door, paused for a second or two, and spoke without raising his mouth.

Nanli raised his eyebrows.

Oh, are you still thinking about sorting out these things?

He thought Jun Zhan would be depressed for a while.

It seems that that person has not had that much influence on Jun Zhan either.

That's good.

"Okay." Nan Li glanced at the room, paused, and said carefully: "But you have to tell me what to do with this person in the room, right?"

"If you don't throw away a dead person, are you going to talk to her about your life ideals?" Jun Zhan's eyes were flowing, but it was just passing too fast and fleeting, making people unable to catch it. He said indifferently, his voice was very light and lifeless.

Nanli: "..."

After confirming that his eyes were still the same as the poisonous-tongued Jun Zhan.

"You really throw it away?" In order to prevent Jun Zhan from regretting or being unable to think for a moment, he asked again uncertainly.

"Otherwise?" Jun Zhan asked back, and Bing in a cold tone: "It seems that you really want to talk about values."

"No, no!" Nan Li quickly denied: "How is it possible? It's impossible."

Jun Zhan shouted, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he spit out three words in an understatement: "Creincarnated."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Zhan had left here directly.

Nanli: "..."

Really OK.

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The night is rich, and the darkness covers the world.

In the majestic and quiet palace,

Floating Cloud Pavilion,

Under the faint candlelight, there was only one figure.

Ximeng was anxious in the room, walking around like an ant on a hot pan, extremely tormented.

Ximeng never expected that things would develop to this point!

She just wanted to make Xibai disappear, but how could things become so big?

It even involved the turmoil of the entire Xiyun royal family.

When Ximeng thought of the thrilling feeling of the fire that day, she turned pale.

She stomped her feet and couldn't be quiet.

Now she is under house arrest. To be precise, no one in the entire palace can walk around at will.

All the news was locked, and Ximeng is now like a headless fly, wandering around.

She took a deep breath and looked at the dark night outside the window, deep and dark, like a dormant beast, as if she would wake up in the next second and swallow people.

This silent darkness brings Ximeng an irrepressible torment.

The cold wind has been gushing, the candlelight is blowing and the branches and leaves of willow trees swaying outside the window make a rustling sound, and darkness covers the world.

Suddenly,

The sound of the door opening sounded, "Crack--"

The sudden sound of the silence made Ximeng's heart tighten in an instant, as if her hands were invisibly grasping her heart.

She turned back stiffly...

The next second, his pupils suddenly tightened, his whole body trembled, and his legs became a little weak.

The palace servants held a illuminated lantern in their hands, reflecting the slender man's face, with expressionless expression.

He stood at the door, and behind him was dark, like a demon walking out of the abyss.

And those eyes were dark and there was no trace of light and shadow, covering the deep black fog, like a dead black sea.

This kind of gaze is too dark and dangerous, like a lonely wolf lying dormant in the dark waiting for prey, cruel and cold.
Chapter completed!