Qianran scanned the people around him and found that the sudden quiet atmosphere was a bit strange. Everyone looked at them, curled their lips in dissatisfaction, glared at him fiercely, and whispered angrily: "Go away, go away.
Point! I’m not familiar with you!”
Yi Lian Zhan glared at Yan Wang, but did not say anything to stop him. On the contrary, like Yi Lian Yu, he was very curious about what they would talk about? Also, how could they look at each other so unobtrusively? Could it be that Ran'er
She didn't think he had a great aura and his face was so cold that it could freeze someone to death? Didn't she think he was cold and heartless? How dare you look at him so carelessly? Could it be that she didn't feel any pressure at all?
If he had known that she would say this, Yilianyan was not annoyed and continued to use a very seductive and pleasant voice, saying: "We are going to sit down at the table soon, why don't I and Ran'er sit at the same table? In order to avoid the annoying military advisor of this king after the banquet.
He also nags me that I am drunk and crazy! I have lost my majesty as a prince!"
Her frown suddenly deepened, her eyes were extremely sarcastic, and she disdained to look at his cold face with her slanted eyes. She gritted her teeth and growled in a low voice: "King Yan, it seems that this is your business, and it has nothing to do with this lady!"
With that said, she immediately moved her position and stood next to Yi Lianyu.
His eyes flashed, and he realized that the interaction between them had been watched by a few people, and he smiled sarcastically in his heart, but his face remained indifferent and expressionless, but at the same time, he moved naturally with her and stayed close to her body.
He stood sideways and looked down at her plump face with a pout, but for some reason the more he looked at it, the more he liked it: "Of course it has something to do with it. My surname is Yilian after all! Don't you know this? Listen to me, old man.
Say, you admire me for killing my enemy, don't you? Why are you so cold now that you know it's me?"
Qianran was suddenly stunned. Killed her enemy? Could it be that he was that person! The Yilian family was almost wiped out in the past, so it turned out that he was the one who avenged that great revenge! Unable to resist, she raised her fleshy chin and rounded it.
There is a layer of brilliance flashing in the big eyes, which is more beautiful than the starry sky! There seems to be written in it - is it really you?
Yilianyu and Yilianzhan on one side were stunned. Yilianyu couldn't help but look at the surprised old man. It seemed to be asking him, how did the Flame King know that they had told Ran'er about this?
Yi Lian Zhan came back to his senses, received his look, and curled his lips. He thought to himself, this was not what he told Yi Lian Yan. But who told him that she already knew about the enemy? Or maybe there was a King of Flame in the house.
People? They immediately looked at Flame King Yilianyan with some fear.
At this moment, Yu Feiyan's eyes darkened, and her elegant and moonlike figure walked towards them: "Fourth Miss, Feiyan is so polite. I wonder what kind of talents Fourth Miss will perform at the banquet later? Let Feiyan look forward to it.
No more. Flame King, what do you think?"
Interrupted by the pleasant sound of jade hitting each other, Qian Ran immediately withdrew her eyes and looked at Yu Feiyan, who was as graceful as Haoxue, and squinted her eyes. Turning her eyes, she glanced at the Flame King, and sighed in her heart -
—Why did she meet these two monsters?
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I haven't prepared any talents at all." She sighed helplessly, as if she was very embarrassed, but there was a hint of disdain in her words.
Talent? I'm afraid it's true that he wants to see her make a fool of herself! What are the intentions of these two monsters? And they... She looked far away and scanned the men, women, ministers and women around her. She felt helpless and felt a little bit deep in her heart.
Unhappy. There is no doubt that there must be something wrong with Lao Shizi’s banquet.
