Pet Killing Agent Girl: Killer Queen Dragon and Phoenix Baby

Chapter 248 [Fighting Flames] 7
Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Jie Aozhao also had an answer in his heart, now Jie Aoheng probably only has hatred for Situ Hao.

Jie Aozhao therefore kept silent, and first listened to their back and forth conversation.

"How could it be a compliment? This king really admires Situ's method of stealing the beam and changing posts, and he has deceived everyone. If this king hadn't visited this place, he would never have known the truth!" Jie Aoheng's voice became more and more serious. The colder it seemed, as if it came from hell, he stared coldly at the person he thought was a friend, if he hadn't lured wolves into the house back then, how could he have become what he is now.

"The grass people don't know what the lord is saying? Please give me some advice!" Situ Hao put away his self-blame and looked directly at Yu Jie Aoheng.

"Situ Hao, I ask you, how could the empress lose her memory and be poisoned?!" Jie Aoheng didn't know exactly how Situ Hao brought Shangguan Yansha out of the palace in a fake death.

"Returning to the lord, the grass people only know that the queen died of illness five years ago, and now the illnesses that the prince is asking about seem to be the grass man's wife Yansha, not Shangguan Yansha." Situ Hao replied without changing his expression. He knew in his heart that maybe when Yan Sha woke up, he would remember the past, but he still wanted to selfishly hope that he was the husband of the person who was still in a coma.

"Situ Hao, I'm not in a hurry, I have time to wait for the result I want." Jie Aozhao stopped the conversation between the two and said with a wicked smile.But Jie Aoheng and Situ Hao, who heard this, couldn't help but have their own thoughts in their hearts. Waiting was a kind of torment and an invisible torture for them.

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Red crispy hands, yellow wine, and willows all over the city's spring palace walls; the east wind is evil, the joy is thin, the heart is full of melancholy, and I have been away for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong.

Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky;

The sound of tea lids clinking teacups sounded rhythmically in the bamboo pavilion. At this time, there were only two handsome men in the pavilion.The one making the sound of clinking glasses was the handsome and cold man sitting in front of the bamboo table, while the other one was sitting leisurely on the railing of the pavilion as if nothing had happened. The cold handsome man narrowed his eyes in disgust, and then asked aloud: "It seems that you have traveled well in the past few years?"

(End of this chapter)