"You hateful woman! This is what you said. Okay, very good. I will definitely not interfere with your affairs in the future! If I continue to interfere, I will not be the prince of the court!"
After Chu Wuyou finished speaking, he punched the earthen wall with a punch, causing earth and rocks to fly. However, he himself walked out with a sullen face.
Looking at Chu Wuyou walking out, Chang Le bit his lower lip coldly, what did he mean?
He wanted to kill their whole family, but he still didn't allow her to lose her temper? Could it be that he still wanted her to surrender to him?
She was very tired now and was too lazy to argue with him, so she sat silently in front of the fire, dozed off slightly, and began to rest.
Just now, Ling Xiaowan wanted to prove that she was a very fierce woman through some small things. Since she thought so, she would be true to herself.
She really doesn't have a good face towards people with evil intentions, and she doesn't like to pretend! For those who are really kind to her, she will repay them with ten times the enthusiasm.
When Chu Wuyou walked out of the cave, he immediately felt a tearing pain in his chest. He clutched his chest tightly, and a wisp of blood already spilled from the corner of his lips.
This must be the backlash of the Polar Ice Sword. He had been enduring this pain before because he was afraid that Chang Le would be worried and wanted to protect her first.
But now, she doesn't appreciate it at all. She only thinks of another man, and the two of them are getting farther and farther apart.
He sneered and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his body firmly, waved his cloak coldly, and walked towards the depths of the snowy forest.
Why does she always sneer and be so stubborn? Doesn't she know that he hates people sneering at him most in his life?
After a while, Ling Xiaowan walked in alone. She no longer dared to bring Yan Xier in, for fear that Brother Wuyou would be angry.
But as soon as she walked in, she discovered that brother Wuyou was no longer there. Where had he gone?
Why is it that Changle is the only one sitting inside, and there is that quiet bonfire, where is brother Wuyou?
"Sister Changle, where's brother Wuyou? Did you quarrel with him and make him angry?" Ling Xiaowan stared at Changle with some anger before they met her, and there was such a heavy tension between the two.
spark.
Chang Le raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at Ling Xiaowan coldly, and said nothing.
"It must be so. I heard the quarrel just now. Brother Wuyou is so aloof and has never liked any woman. It's not enough for you to get his love, but you want to hurt him. You're going too far."
The more Ling Xiaowan talked, the angrier she became. She glared at Changle fiercely, then ran out with her skirt in hand.
Looking at Ling Xiaowan running out, Changle smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly. It seems that they are the most suitable ones. Ling Xiaowan is a noble princess and so beautiful. Aren't princesses and princes always made for each other?
She is just a modern ghost, not even the princess, so what is she?
Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly raised her eyes and saw a trace of bright red blood on the white snow at the entrance of the cave.
What's going on? Who's hurt? Not even just now!
It couldn't be Ling Xiaowan. She was fine just now. Yan Xier had been kicked out a long time ago, and it couldn't be her.
This blood stain is so fresh, could it be Chu Wuyou's?
Because she saw that his face was a little pale.
At this moment, Chang Le quickly stood up, fastened his belt, and quickly chased after the footprints on the white snow.
No matter what, he hasn't killed her yet, so she might as well go and have a look.
Following the neat footprints, Changle chased towards the depths of the forest. At this time, her heart was still hanging, and there were waves of worry between her eyebrows.