"Slap ......" Biwan did it directly herself, and slapped off the hand that was still on her waist, "I'll put this here when it's over, look for a fight." ”

Leng Hanche sneered and took his hand back, looking at the small red handprint on his hand: "My hand was destroyed on your wasted hand." ”

"It's better to ruin it, and save it from messing with flowers."

"Only your flowers, only your grass."

Biwan realized that the indifferent and noble Shura King in the eyes of others was actually a sullen man.

In front of himself, not only is he getting more and more immediate, but he is getting more and more inches.

"Leng Hanche, I want to solemnly warn you, you give me some peace, otherwise I will remove you from your post at any time." Biwan put away the expression on her face and warned coldly.

Leng Hanche looked at Biwan aggrievedly, but could only nod helplessly: "Okay, then when can I move my hands and feet, give me freedom." ”

"When I'm eighteen years old, when I grow up."

Eighteen years old, that's three years to go.

You must know that Leng Hanche has already reached the age of marrying a wife and having children, and he has always felt that it is nothing, it is because he has not met someone who makes his heart move, and he has no desire.

And now, the food can't be touched or eaten in front of you, it's not an obvious torture of yourself.

However, Leng Hanche knows Biwan's stubbornness, as long as he grasps this degree, it is no problem to occasionally kiss and occasionally sneak.

After thinking clearly, Leng Hanche nodded and agreed: "Okay." ”

But there was still a pleading look in his eyes and he said, "Usually can you let me hug me to relieve my lovesickness." ”

Although Biwan is only fifteen years old now, she is also a twenty-year-old person in modern times, and she knows everything about men and women.

"Yes, but with my consent."

"Okay." Leng Hanche breathed a sigh of relief, completely in the image of an ignorant little man.

The only person in this world who can speak and ask so much about Leng Hanche is Bi Wan.

"Xiuying, go back to the palace." Under Leng Hanche's order, Xiuying drove the carriage again and rushed to the Shura Palace.

Seeing that Leng Hanche had settled down, Biwan smiled slightly and nodded with satisfaction.

"Family war, do you need my help?"

For the family war, Bi Wan also has a lot of problems, in view of the fact that there were too many idle people just now, Bi Wan deliberately buried his head in eating.

Although Biwan had been busy filling her stomach at that time, her ears were erected and she listened to everyone's words meticulously.

Biwan is just using his own waste image, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to confuse the enemy.

"I want to fight in the family war."

"Your strength is too low, not suitable."

"What level do you need to participate in the clan war?"

"At least the master."

"How much strength can a strength like Biqing rank in the family war?"

"Historically, it can be ranked within 10 at the moment."

"Within ten." With this data, Biwan measured silently in her heart.

It is already against the sky that he can become a controller during the family war, and Biqing of the central control division can only rank within ten, so he is indeed not suitable to participate in the family war.

"Still, if you want to participate, you can." Seeing the faint loss on Biwan's face, Leng Hanche immediately comforted.

"Even if it's a waste, you can participate, as long as grandpa agrees."

"Wrong, it can be seen that you don't know anything about family wars." Leng Hanche looked at Bi Wan with disdain, "The family war has strict rules and procedures, and it is not as simple as you think. ”

Leng Hanche's words immediately aroused Biwan's great curiosity, and he immediately asked: "What are the regulations and procedures, you tell me carefully, and what do you mean by me that I can participate?"