Frost-free self-clay 2

But Yu Guang suddenly caught it... that face that dreamed of wanting a thousand cuts.

Wushuang's originally eclipsed eyes were filled with countless hatred in an instant, and that hatred seemed to be turned into a real thing.

"Bitch, you dare to appear here!"

Wushuang didn't care about Nan Yuechen on the main seat, and gritted his teeth at Jiuyin with hatred. That so-called reason had already disappeared the moment he saw Jiuyin.

Wushuang is now in his mind.

It is full of my own arms that have been scrapped, it was scrapped by the cruel woman in white in front of him, and the scrapped right hand was no longer able to swing the right hand of the long sword!

Hear the words.

Jiuyin slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Wushuang.

The beautiful face on the opposite side is hideous and distorted, the black sleeves are very long, covering the severed wrist, and the hatred that can fill the entire world when I look at it. Hate.

"If you don't tell me, I forgot!"

Jiuyin's tone was faint, she put the wooden box on the tabletop, and the two fingertips that were hanging down slowly turned.

Seeing this, Nan Yuechen didn't mean to speak for Wushuang at all.

But it was this light and indifferent glance!!

Nan Yuechen suddenly noticed that at the hem of her white dress, there was a bright red and enchanting petal, which looked like the red petal in memory!

Lifelike and shocking!

No, it's impossible, it must be a coincidence!

Nan Yuechen's fingertips pressed the corner of the table tightly, his eyes were cold, his fingers fell into three points on the table, and he found countless excuses in his heart to deny, denying that this petal is inconsistent with his memory.

Just as Nan Yuechen was trembling in contemplation, Jiuyin's cold voice sounded again.

The tone was still flat, but there was a chilling coldness: "I remember, we...it seems that there is still a bet that hasn't been fulfilled, right?"

right?

Gamble... Gamble?

Wushuang's pupils shrank violently, apparently thinking of the bet he made with her that day, if Nan Yuechen was cured, he would kill himself on the spot!

And now, Nan Yuechen's illness has been stabilized...

At that time, Wushuang was Yuding Jiuyin who didn't have the ability to dare to agree to himself, but now he was beaten and his face was swollen. That impulsive bet... is it about to be honored now?

How can it be!

Wushuang stared at Jiuyin with sullen eyes, carrying the feeling of rapid heartbeat, and said sarcastically: "You despicable demon, that day, you must have used magic to confuse me."

"Gamble?"

"Hmph, how could I make a gambling agreement with an abandoned concubine, it's just a joke! There is no gambling agreement at all, all of this is controlled by you with witchcraft!" Wushuang defended word by word Now, looking at Jiuyin, the eyes are full of hatred.

After the words fall.

Nan Yuechen raised his head suddenly, a soft laughter full of magnetism and deep in his mouth.

The laughter echoed with irony, and he stood on the main position with one hand, his slender figure exuding countless chills, and those narrow phoenix eyes were covered with frost.

Abandoned concubine?

What an adjective, he never knew that there were such people who were jealous and hated by his side!

"A gambling game is a gambling game. As the king's personal guard, don't you even forget the word "keeping promises?" The thin, cold lips spit out cold-blooded words.