Yan Rong complained secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare not answer.
He clapped his fingers and pretended to calculate for a while, then said with a playful smile, "Three to five days?"
Bang! The long soft sword hit the table hard, her thick eyebrows were raised, Yan Xi stared at him coldly, and uttered two words from her thin lips, "Truth!"
Yan Rong sighed, what he told was the truth, it was just a part of the truth, not the whole truth.[
It seems that it can't be fooled.
"You are really becoming more and more impatient. Just listen to what I have to say before you get angry. What I mean is, it will take as little as three to five days, or more, it will probably take... three to five years." The last three words,
He said it in his throat. As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Rong hugged the empty wine jar and ran away.
The chair he had just been sitting on was smashed into a pile of wooden boards by Yan Xi's soft sword with a snap, which could be sent directly to the imperial chef to be burned as firewood.
He almost didn't dare to look at Yan Xi's face, it must be cold, fierce, ruthless and intimidating.
Yan Rong patted his chest and gasped, "Seventh brother, don't worry, it may not take that long. What I said is just an estimate! An estimate!"