Xiao Wen smiled softly, "Young Master elevated Xiao Wen. Xiao Wen is just an ordinary person. How can he be Young Master's brother?"
"You...are you treating me like this just for her or for him?" The young master smiled bitterly, with a look of pain in his eyes.
"Xiao Wen is just doing it for himself. This is his true intention."
"What a true intention, haha! I didn't expect that I couldn't invite you back with countless methods. I didn't expect... I only used a princess to let you come here! I... I despise women the most in my life. I didn't expect... I didn't expect...
Thinking of..." The young master seemed to be extremely angry. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly moved behind Xiao Wen like lightning and thrust his hands straight into his neck.
Xiao Wen moved when he heard the wind. On one side of his body, the hair suddenly drew an arc in the space. His whole body was like a whirlwind. He jumped in the air and avoided the thrust of the young master. The young master seemed to be in an extremely chaotic state.
In the madness, suddenly, there was a loud noise in the pavilion, vases, robes, swords, tea cups, etc., all flew messily in the air, and they all hit Xiao Wen.[
Xiao Wen's expression was calm and he avoided every attack from the young master with ease. Xiao Kong, the little book boy outside, stood there with no surprise, as if he had heard this sound countless times.
"Have you had enough trouble? Young Master, Xiao Wen wants to ask again, will you let me go?" Xiao Wen stood at the edge of the pavilion and looked coldly at the Young Master who was breathing in the pavilion, his eyes were extremely sharp, as usual.
Xiao Wen, who could only smile brightly, suddenly transformed into a killer with bloody eyes.
The young master raised his head sadly and looked at Xiao Wen angrily!
"I am by her side indeed for you. When one day, the country is in your hands, you can do whatever you like with that woman, but you can't touch her now!" Xiao Wen said coldly, seeing
The anger in the young master's eyes gradually receded, and his expression softened a little.
The ground was in a mess. The young master took two steps back and stepped on the fragments of the vase. Because he had not put on shoes, a large wound was made, and the blood immediately stained the pure yellow blanket.
The young master sat on the couch on one side, his eyes a little hollow, and the appearance of three young boys seemed to pass through his mind. They were young at that time, and although they lived a life of fear, they were still extremely happy.