The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 827 I'll let you go this time
"Can't go back."

Finally, she was able to pry her mouth open.

All the way here, Ye Hannian didn't hear a few words from her, I was really afraid that she would be overwhelmed.

But when Bo Yanqing was mentioned, she was willing to react a little, which made him quite unhappy, and he had to bear with it, otherwise the topic would be cut off, let alone talk.

"Why can't I go back? You didn't show your face. Why don't you just go back after seeing me off?"

Nan Jiaojiao refused to speak again.

Ye Hannian moved towards her, poked her feet a few times, "Talk, talk to me."

Nan Jiaojiao withdrew her foot and said softly, "I have to go back to the Killing League, I have something to do."

"Didn't you quit, what are you going back for?" Ye Hannian blurted out.

He regretted the words as soon as he uttered them, and hurriedly wanted to make amends, and happened to see her self-deprecating smile on her lips.

"Oh, that's right, as much as Baihu attaches importance to you, how could Killing League let you go."

He suddenly remembered that he didn't know what Nan Jiaojiao's status was in the Killing League, so he asked directly, "Are you one of the five elders?"

Nan Jiaojiao glanced down at him, her thin lips swelled slightly: "No."

"Then if you say it's not, then it's not."

Ye Hannian took a sip of wine, propped his elbows back, looked up at the pitch-black sky, and counted the withered stars.

"Let me tell you the truth. I plan to abduct you to Mingzhou. No matter what, I won't let you go. If I really can't keep you, I will let Tuantuan keep you. It will always make you soft-hearted. Then I will be close to the water and talk to you." A long time makes love, the fake marriage back then will become a real marriage in the future, you will be trapped for ten or eight years, no matter what, you should transfer your love to me."

Ye Hannian smiled obscenely, but he just made his voice that way on purpose, without any expression on his face that crossed the line.

After a while, he sighed as if discouraged, "Now I give up that idea. You have someone in your heart. I am the majestic overlord of the Nether Continent. I have a head and a face. Why should I hang myself on this crooked neck tree like you?"

Nan Jiaojiao laughed, very lightly.

But to Ye Hannian, it is very precious.

She wanted to get the wine, but Ye Hannian covered the mouth of the bottle with one hand, "You'd better stop drinking, I'm fine as long as I'm drunk."

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him.

He was very straightforward, "Sister, this is a desert. There are bandits and bandits. One of us must be sober. I am tired from working during the day. I can't hold it anymore. Let me pretend that I am drunk to cover up. How much is it?" I save face."

Nan Jiaojiao took her hand back.

Afterwards, Ye Hannian also said a lot.

After finishing his own jar of wine, he poured Nan Jiaojiao's remaining wine into his own jar and finished it as well.

Drunk with stares in his eyes, he started talking nonsense.

Nan Jiaojiao covered her face and didn't listen carefully, but she managed to hear his most vague sentence clearly:

"I'll let you off this time, Rongcheng... I will go again in the future, if the surname Bo treats you badly, let alone tricks, he will snatch you away."

Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched twice, maybe it was on purpose, but when she looked at Ye Hannian, he had already passed out drunk on the sand.

She sat for a while, then went to get a quilt and covered him.

In the middle of the night, Nan Jiaojiao couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep next to each other.

When he woke up, Ye Hannian had already woken up. He picked up a bunch of dead branches somewhere, built a simple fire, threw his iron kettle into it, and set up a triangular wooden frame on the fire. Unfinished cooked food is put on wooden sticks and smoked.

(End of this chapter)