Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 296 He is the leader, not the concubine (7)

Soul Shui sat there, his brows were tightly twisted!

He Ze, the name he is most familiar with is his father - why does Siyu want to know about his father's past?And it's still related to that woman, Mo Qing?If my lord finds out, will she put on an unhappy face again?

Zhuo Xia also said: "He Ze is the man married by the heroine of the Hun Family."

"This subordinate understands that after three days, this subordinate will report the news to the leader." Zhuo Xun wanted to leave, but Zhuo Xia stopped him again.

This time, he warned him: "In the future, someone will ask about Zhuo Xia - how should you answer?"

The man smiled and assured him: "There is no Zhuo Xia in the Justice League, please rest assured, leader."

After the two of them dispersed, Soul Shui took a deep breath—looking down, the roast duck in his hand had been smashed when he was nervous, and he threw it away, sucking the remaining roast duck on his fingertips Fragrance, watching Zhuo Xia's leaving back with cold eyes!
Zhuo Xia?

That's right... Fei Tian called him that too, isn't he a dead fish?But... a person who looks like a dead fish?

Leader of the Justice League?An assassin who wants to kill Her Majesty the Queen?
What would happen if Fei Tian knew his identity?
Soul Shui couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't matter if you are a dead fish or not—in short, you are dead!"

Finally caught this guy's flaw... Three days later, it's also here?

Very good, when the time comes, his "physical evidence" will bring another "personal evidence" to keep Fei Tian and drive you, the evil leader, out of the harem!
It's just... these few days, Fei Tian is still sleeping with him, is there any danger?

"Old man?"
By the way, go to the old grandfather who hides and ask.

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Another two days of tranquility, this tranquility, the sensitive female guards always have a bad feeling that the storm is coming——

But the men don't think these two days are peaceful. On the contrary, they are like mice that have fallen into a rice bowl. They run to a corner of a remote garden with their pockets empty every day, and take what they know about Her Majesty's living habits and a The boy with blue eyes exchanged a lot of silver.

(End of this chapter)