The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

It's just that, for the first time, someone called her name with such gritting teeth in front of her, this feeling, um, how should I put it?

- tastes great!

"You don't need to shout so loudly, I know what my last name is!"

Lin Qingran looked at the man in black in front of him, ignoring that the volcano was about to erupt, and ignited it again: "Look at my negligence, seeing you like this, not only hurt your body, but also your brain. Your name is Lin Qingran! Although my father is a poor scholar and has become a scholar for nothing, the names of our siblings are still good. If you like it, how about asking my father to help you choose one?"

Lin Qingran raised her eyebrows finely, and smiled to herself.She tried to challenge the man's patience tonight, which was a lesson for him to break into her boudoir at night.

However, it is clear that Lin Qingran has lived for two lifetimes, and she doesn't know enough about a man's thick skin, so he underestimated the thick skin and poisonous tongue of the man in front of him.

I saw the man in black staring at her, and after a while, the gloom faded away bit by bit, and the coldness all over his body also gradually receded. The whole person was like a black mandala blooming in the middle of the night, glamorous and luxurious.

Lin Qingran's heart skipped a beat, she blinked her eyes, her expression slightly surprised: she actually read a Tsinghua elegance similar to Yun Zheng in this man.

She must be dazzled, this person is obviously from Nanlin, how could he resemble Yun Zheng?

At this moment, Lin Qingran subconsciously forgot about the matter of saving the man in black by the hidden guards of Prince Yun's Mansion today.

Subconsciously, people instinctively resist some not-so-beautiful things.

In an instant, her expression returned to normal, and the man's slightly pale lips hooked into a half-smile, and in a low voice, he said softly: "It turns out that Xiao Ran'er wants to know my name, just ask me directly." , I will definitely tell you frankly, why did you take such a big detour?"

The man's smile became brighter and brighter: "Xiao Ran'er, you have to hear me clearly, my name is Nan-gong-qi!"

I don't know if the man is very satisfied with his name, or if the man wants to strengthen Lin Qingran's impression of his name, the word Nangong Qi uses a heavy accent.

Nangong Qi?

Lin Qingran's face changed drastically, and in an instant, the sarcasm that came to his lips disappeared without a trace, as if he had lost his language function.

he is

——Is it Nangong Qi?

The prince of Nanlin who experienced the battlefield at the age of 12, and Nangong Qi who was named King Zhao of Nanlin at the age of 16?

That murderous demon king Nangong Qi who is said to be wearing a silver mask on the battlefield, but no one has ever seen his true face?

That Nangong Qi who threatened to smash her to pieces in her previous life?

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Nangong Qi in disbelief: "Are you really Nangong Qi?"

"It's a fake one! Seeing Xiaoran'er's expression, it seems that he is no stranger to this name, I am very relieved!" Nangong Qi looked at Lin Qingran, a smile spread on his face: "If Xiaoran'er has a heart If you have doubts, why not go back to Nanlin with me to see if I am the real Nangong Qi?"

If you dare to say that, this person's identity can't be faked!

However, Lin Qingran was very disappointed with Nanlin Zhaowang. It turns out that the murderous demon king still has such a rascal face in private, which is really annoying.

Xiao Ran'er, is that his name?Not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue!

It was a waste of her previous life, but she still had some admiration for him for using soldiers like a god.

Sure enough, these celebrities are used to watch from a distance!

Lin Qingran didn't care that King Zhao still belonged to King Wan. At this time, in her territory, she was the biggest one?