The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"With all your abilities, you still want to sow discord?" The coldness in her pupils became more and more intense.

Mu Changying raised her hand and suddenly pinched Qi Yan's neck, tightening the force on her hand.

Just out of danger, now he was in danger again, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Well..." His face was as pale as paper, and the sweat from his back wet his clothes.

"Tsk...it's so embarrassing." Looking at this man's miserable appearance, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and smiled suddenly.

A smile as bright as the scorching sun in summer is enough to dispel all the darkness and haze.

Mu Changying tilted her little head, with an innocent look on her unpainted face, and the words she spat out were cold and stinging, "You look like a dog now."

How could he arrange her A-Yuan at will? It's really unforgivable.

Qi Yan rolled his eyes, "Cough cough cough... let go... let go..."

He struggled hard, but unfortunately his body was imprisoned on the wall, and it was useless to use all his strength.

"..."

Rong Liyuan stood behind him and could not clearly see the girl's expression at the moment.

But after hearing her protective words, the coldness in my heart disappeared little by little.

"Tsk..." Seeing that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Mu Changying sneered and let go of her little hand.

A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she turned around and threw herself into Rong Liyuan's arms after shaking her little hands.

She put her hands around his waist and rubbed her head against his chest, "Ayuan, did I behave well?"

He is cruel and brutal, and she is not a good person either. They are a perfect match.

Rong Liyuan rested his chin on her head, "Yingbao performed very well."

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes shone with a bright light, so bright that no one dared to ignore it.

After receiving the praise, Mu Changying smiled sweetly, "Hehehehe..."

She nestled in his arms, as obedient as a domestic kitten, docile and harmless.

In the dark cell, a man and a woman hugged each other, and they only had each other in their eyes.

This scene was so dazzling that Qi Yan, who had yet to catch his breath, felt his heart choke and almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, "Snake, scorpion, poisonous woman... bitch man and woman..."

One of these two people is vicious, the other is violent, and neither of them is a good person.

The undercurrent in Rong Liyuan's eyes became turbulent, "Yingbao, just be patient."

He let go of the girl in his arms, and his cold eyes fell on Qi Yan, as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.

"Okay." Mu Changying looked around, found a chair, ran over and sat on it obediently.

Her cheeks puffed up, she held her chin with one hand, and looked at the two of them intently.

Yeah, what does A Yuan want to do?

Rong Moyuan picked up his gloves and put them on again, and found a dagger in the box next to him. He flipped it over in his hand, and the dagger shone with a faint cold light.

"You are very tongue-tied..."

So, why not cut off your tongue?

"You...what do you want to do?"

Seeing the expressionless expression of the man in front of him, Qi Yan felt nervous.

An uneasiness surged in his heart, his body tensed subconsciously, and his eyes stared at the other person warily.

"..."

Rong Moyuan said nothing and walked slowly and slowly in front of Qi Yan. With every step he took, he felt the pressure gradually increase.

He pinched Qi Yan's mouth with his big hands and felt the cold temperature of the other person's hand. He was so scared that he shivered all over, "Uh-huh... let go... let go..."

This...is this the devil really trying to cut out his tongue?

As soon as this idea came to him, he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.