Speaking of this, seeing Si Nanyan shuddered involuntarily, obviously frightened, since he was so daring, how could he dare to say those words just now?

This little woman is really, uneasy.

Although Ye Zhen is older than her, he has been with King Yan for many years, and he is very sophisticated, and he didn't say it thoroughly, but said: "You can rest for a long time, you will be tired in the next few days." ”

After speaking, he sighed and shook his head, and ran out quickly.

Although his last sentence was a kind advice, Si Nanyan listened to it, it was like a mourning sound, and he couldn't help but turn white.

King Yan made himself a slave and followed him to listen to his errands?

There is no nationality as a slave, that is to say, he has become a slave all of a sudden, of course, compared to those palace maids and attendants who died under the knife, he is already very lucky.

But follow King Yan's side

Isn't this a clear way to keep yourself by your side and torture? Besides, King Yan is so moody, he kills people at every turn, he really has to follow him to listen to errands, how many days can he live?

Perhaps, it is not as happy as those who are killed with a knife.

Just after eating half a bowl of porridge, he finally managed to accumulate a little strength, Nanyan slowly raised his hand and slapped it on his mouth.

"Makes you talk a lot!"

It was only at this time that Heyi, who was standing outside the courtyard gate, breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Si Nanyan with a look of regret, and slapped his mouth again and again, a little unbearable, the cold moonlight illuminated a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but the next moment, his gaze became deep again, and he turned to leave.

The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, Zhu Feng got up.

Before dawn, he walked outside the hall, and practiced a set of swordsmanship as usual in the Yanwang Mansion and in the barracks.

Over the years, guarding the border passes, martial arts can not be wasted, and it has almost become a means for him to vent the energy of the karmic fire in his heart, the three-foot long sword in his hand is like a swimming dragon, and gradually turns into several cold lights, the light is shaken, and the wind rises, shaking the leaves on the treetops to fall, and flying with the sword wind.

Si Nanyan followed Ye Zhen into the outside and saw this scene as soon as he looked up.

Zhu Feng didn't feel them at all, his aura was almost integrated with the sharp sword qi, there seemed to be an invisible force around him, and even the black, soft casual clothes on his body became abnormal because of this strength.

Nanyan stayed there for a moment.

In the last momentum, Zhu Feng put away his sword and stood still, his breath was restrained, and those fallen leaves were still flying around his body just now, at this time, like a butterfly with folded wings, swaying and falling down.

He turned around slowly, and saw Si Nanyan and Ye Zhen standing under the eaves.

He walked over and walked all the way to Nanyan, looking down at her.

Yesterday she was still half-dead, but at this time she looked much better, but her face was still a little pale, and the corners of her eyes were a little haggard, as if she must have not slept well last night.

He was suddenly a little irritable, what did he do with this?

Thinking of this, my breath sank a little.

There was a little sweat on her body, plus his breath, with a warm, even a little hot breath, which suddenly blew onto Nanyan's face, and she looked up at Zhu Feng in a daze, not knowing what he was going to do.

(Battlefield Literature)