Yuwen Haoyu panicked, quickly put down the teacup, looked at Luo Ling affectionately: "Ling'er, don't listen to his nonsense, it's gone, it's really gone!"
After saying that, he stared at Zhang Shaoliang with a resentful look on his face. Zhang Shaoliang snorted, "Revenge is the most exciting thing."
"Okay, since the truth has been revealed, I'd better hurry up and solve the next thing, that... Shaoliang, you're fine, I'm really happy."
Luo Ling looked at Zhang Shaoliang and smiled. Zhang Shaoliang also laughed, but he couldn't laugh as he smiled.
"Ling'er..." He looked at her with a sad face.
"What?" Luo Ling was a little confused, and Zhang Shaoliang looked regretful: "When he had fought with that masked man before, he lost the folding fan you gave me..."
He kept hiding it on his body, and hadn't been willing to use it yet, so he lost it. Zhang Shaoliang looked worried about gains and losses, which made Luo Ling laugh again: "Is it just a folding fan? I'll buy another one and give it to you another day.
That's it."
"Ling'er, when did you give him a folding fan? Why didn't I have it?"
Yuwen Haoyu didn't care about the image of a king anymore, and looked at Luo Ling with a grievance.
"Who said no?" Luo Ling raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I just gave you a dagger a few days ago? By the way, your dagger cost more than half of the money I carried with me!"
Suddenly he remembered the dagger of Renyitang in his sleeve. Yuwen Haoyu smiled embarrassedly. Luo Ling really loved him the most. The one who gave Zhang Shaoliang was just a folding fan, and the dagger of his defense.
It seems that he is still the most concerned about him. He thinks that way, no matter how he is, he is Luo Ling's genuine husband, how could he be compared by other men?
Seeing Yuwen Haoyu's face suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable arrogance. Looking at Zhang Shaoliang's bitter face, Luo Ling was about to comfort her, but she saw Shuiyue holding the folding fan in her hand.
"Official owner, the folding fan you want is here."
Shuiyue brought the folding fan to him. Zhang Shaoliang was stunned and quickly took it over to check if it had been damaged. While muttering in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not broken..."
Yuwen Haoyu looked at his careful appearance. He was obviously just a folding fan, but he was very precious. In his impression, Zhang Shaoliang was not a person who cherished his belongings so much. He threw the folding fan with one handful and separated the
He has changed his place in five places, and no matter how expensive the folding fan is, he has never seen him cherish it so much.
Looking at Luo Ling again, he was looking at Zhang Shaoliang with a smile. It was the first time since Zhang Shaoliang disappeared that he saw Luo Ling so happy from the bottom of his heart. Yu Wen Haoyu suddenly felt a faint discomfort in his heart. He clearly
I knew there was nothing between them, as clean as a piece of white paper, but I still felt uncomfortable.
"By the way, what's wrong with Black Tiger's antidote?"
Yuwen Haoyu suddenly asked, and after hearing this, Zhang Shaoliang put the folding fan away and put it in his arms and said, "There is an antidote, but now the plague in Xilun is spreading, and I want to avoid being infected."
It is probably not that easy to deliver the antidote to Heihu.”
"I'll go."
Black Panther immediately made a statement, Yu Wen Haoyu shook his head: "No."
"Emperor..." Black Panther looked like she was about to cry, but even if Yuwen Haoyu agreed, Luo Ling and Zhang Shaoliang would not agree...