That night, Xuan Xiao, who was trapped in the ice, solemnly said that he would become brothers with Yuntianhe.
"Uncle, I'm afraid this is inconsistent with etiquette." Murong Ziying felt uneasy and stepped forward to stop him. He couldn't explain why, but he was unreasonably afraid of the person in the ice. Even through the thick refracted black ice, the evil impatience in that person's eyes clearly spread from his eyes to the bottom of his heart.
The simple-minded Yun Yeren beside him smiled as happily as if a wild boar had fallen out of thin air. Murong Ziying quietly stepped aside and lowered her head sadly without saying a word.
He felt uneasy and quietly followed Tianhe out of the forbidden area, his body tensed.
"Ziying, are you unhappy?" The savage asked carelessly.
"No." He turned around and replied softly, turning around and leaving in a hurry.
That night, Murong Ziying stood alone under the phoenix tree in the shade of drunken flowers, and had no sleep all night.
That night, Xuan Xiao felt sad in the forbidden area:
Would you like to stay?
OK...
Not good...
Ziying, do you know that Xuan Xiao lost his freedom nineteen years ago because of a person's fate...