However, it was the first time someone called her name with such gritted teeth in front of her. This feeling, well, how should I put it?
——It tastes great!
"Don't shout so loudly, I know what my last name is!"
Lin Qingran looked at the man in black in front of him, ignored the volcano's imminent eruption, and lit it up again: "Look at my negligence. Seeing you like this, not only is your body injured, but your brain is also injured. Don't think
You should call yourself Lin Qingran! Although my father has little talent and has become a scholar in vain, the names of our siblings are still pretty good. If you like it, how about asking my father to pick one for you?"
Lin Qingran raised her eyebrows and smiled happily. She tried to challenge the man's patience tonight, as a lesson to him for breaking into her boudoir at night.
However, it was obvious that Lin Qingran had lived two lives and did not fully understand the shamelessness of men, so he underestimated the shamelessness and venomous tongue of the man in front of him.
She saw the man in black staring at her. After a while, the gloom faded little by little, and the coldness all over his body gradually receded. His whole body was like a black mandala blooming in the middle of the night, cool and luxurious.
Lin Qingran's heart skipped a beat and she blinked, looking slightly surprised: she actually read a Tsinghua elegance similar to Yun Zheng's in this man.
She must have been dazzled. This man was obviously from Nanlin, so how could he look like Yun Zheng?
At this moment, Lin Qingran subconsciously forgot about the secret guards of Prince Yun's Mansion rescuing the man in black today.
Subconsciously, people will instinctively resist some things that are not so good.
In an instant, her expression returned to normal. The man's slightly pale lips curled up, half-smiling, and in a low voice, he said softly: "It turns out that Xiao Ran'er wants to know my name, just ask me directly.
, I will definitely tell you frankly, why do you have to take such a big detour?"
The man's smile became brighter and brighter: "Xiao Ran'er, you must listen clearly, my name is Nangongqi!"
I don't know whether the man was very satisfied with his name, or whether he wanted to strengthen Lin Qingran's impression of his name, so the word "Nangong Qi" used a heavy accent.
Nangong Qi?
Lin Qingran's expression changed drastically, and in an instant, all the sarcasm on his lips disappeared, as if he had lost his language function.
he is
——Is it Nangong Qi?
That Prince Nanlin who witnessed the battlefield at the age of twelve, and Nangong Qi who was named Prince Zhao of Nanlin at the age of sixteen?
That murderous demon king Nangong Qi who is said to be wearing a silver mask on the battlefield and no one has ever seen his true face?
That Nangong Qi who threatened to crush her bones into ashes and cut her into pieces in her previous life?
A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Nangong Qi in disbelief: "Are you really Nangong Qi?"
"It's true! I feel so relieved when I see Xiao Ran'er's expression, as if she is no stranger to this name!" Nangong Qi looked at Lin Qingran, with a smile on his face: "If Xiao Ran'er has this in mind,
If you have any doubts, why not come back to Nanlin with me and see if I am the real Nangong Qi?"
If you dare to speak like this, this person’s identity cannot be false!
However, Lin Qingran was very disappointed with King Nanlin Zhao. It turned out that the murderous devil still had such a rogue face in private, which was really annoying.
"Xiao Ran'er, was he the one who called me? I'm not afraid of the strong wind blowing his tongue!"
It was a waste of her previous life, but she still had some admiration for him as a god in his military skills.
Sure enough, these celebrities are all for viewing from a distance!
Lin Qingran doesn't care whether he belongs to the Zhao Wang or the Late Wang. At this time, in her territory, she is the biggest one?