This palace is not your concubine: don't be mad, Your Majesty

Chapter 83 Ximen Yi's Madness 8
"Qi'er, I'm very touched that you care so much about me."

Ximen Yi smiled, it seemed that the angrier Maggie was, the happier he was, just like the night when Majesty fled.

"Smelly, please go out, I'm going to rest."

Meiqi glared at Ximen Yi, walked to the side of the bed in front of the two men, lifted the quilt and lay down on it.

They could stare as much as they liked, and she followed the plan.

Now that Ximen Yi knows, I'm afraid he will strengthen his defenses, and it may be difficult to go to his military base to inquire.

"Qi'er, don't you want to know about our advanced chariot?"

Ximen Yi turned around, looked at Maggie's back on the bed and said.

"I'll find a way, Ximen Yi, what kind of tricks do you want to play?"

Majestic sat up, ever since she entered Chi Yan Country, she couldn't calm down and think.

At first it was the lunatic who followed and chattered, and then Ximen Yi's people followed and killed her. Until now, she couldn't calm down and think properly.

It seemed that this body didn't cooperate, and she lost the calmness and rationality that a special police officer should have.

"You come back to the palace with me, I promise you will get the answer you want to know."

Ximen Yi's evil smile gave Majesty the illusion, just like the black eagle that came out of the forest that day.

"Are you Ximen Yi?"

Maggie asked in a daze.

"What do you think?"

Ximen Yi's smile made Maggie a little distracted, as if she had returned to the modern age, to the primitive dense forest.

The surrounding venue seems to have changed. What kind of ceremony is Black Eagle holding her in the dense forest...

Maggie patted her face with both hands, calm, calm, although they have the same name, but he is not Black Hawk, no.

"No, you're not Black Hawk, no, no..."

But the more she resisted, the clearer the scene became. Hei Ying was hugging her dead body. He held her in his arms, as if he was holding a glowing spar in his hand. What was that?what is that?
"Black Eagle, is this a nickname? Yes,,"

Ximen Yi smiled calmly, as if he accepted the term Black Eagle.

"Ximen Yi, what kind of magic did you use on Qiqi?"

Seeing Meiqi's expression, Feng Ziming rushed forward to question Ximen Yi in fear.

(End of this chapter)