Don't bother me, Lord Ghost King

Night Qingcheng's fingers gently tap on the book case. Is this the reason for Xuan Mingyang's visit?

Ling Fengwei raised his eyes, and he turned away completely.

Xiao Yin's eyes slanted to Piao past, this man gives his impression very special.

Xuanmingyang is a typical man of Mobei.

He is tall and strong. A face is not the white or light yellow he used to see, but a light bronze color, which is obviously a masterpiece of desert sandstorm.

Two thick eyebrows, thick and black. Big eyes, eyes slightly collapsed, straight nose, with a wide mouth.

His face was stern, and his expression was single. It was easy to distinguish between joy and anger.

Such a man looks more like a happy swordsman than a villain who is good at playing tricks.

Of course, people can't be judged by appearance. Many people with dark belly also have a warm appearance, such as someone around them.

"His Highness the prince came here today to explain this?" Night Qingcheng left index finger fell on the temple, slowly knead.

That night, things happened too suddenly, although the injured person is not him, but he felt the same.

It's not easy to forgive and believe.

"Not an explanation, just a statement. Xuanmingyang can't do such a mean and cruel thing. Fortunately, the disappearance of the princess to be in Prince an's palace has never been directed at the prince. Otherwise, Mobei would have jumped into the Yellow River and could not be cleaned up. " Xuanmingyang is a little lucky.

Well, yeah, it's a bit of a coincidence. Thanks to Xiao Yin's pursuit, thanks to Luo Yixuan's timely arrival, otherwise heaven knows whether Nanling and Mobei will have another dispute.

Xuanmingyang's heart thought, let night Qingcheng is also a surprise, he this is into other people's trap?

Ling Feng resented, but there was no reason for him to intervene.

Is Mobei reasonable?

When the two countries exchanged troops, it was they who ignored the rules and provoked first.

He was beaten by his master and ran away. He lost everything, not to mention what he had robbed. How can he be reconciled if he can't keep what is inherent?

Xiao Yin had only one pair of eyes, which kept turning on Xuan Mingyang's body. It seemed that he wanted to see through his mind through his flesh and bones.

"Can your highness prove his innocence?" At night, the city slowly opens its mouth.

He came here on his own initiative. I think it's well founded.

"What evidence do you want from the Qing Dynasty?" Xuanmingyang felt that he could face the city at night because he had no shame in his heart.

Ling Feng can't bear it any more. He can prove his innocence with such a sentence. Who do you really think he is? Does he have such a good reputation?

"Who is a thief to confess?" He murmured softly, but made sure that everyone in the room could hear it.

At night, the city turned cold, and sharp eyes shot in the past.

Ling Feng shrunk for a while. After all, he looked at the city at night. Ling Yu's injury was unreasonable, so he let bygones be bygones!

There was a trace of embarrassment on Xuan Mingyang's face, but it was fleeting.

"Ha ha, if you are a thief, you are a robber. We in Mobei have never denied it, but we are inferior to others." He calmly looked at his former opponent.

He has always admitted what he has done. It's not a shame in Mobei, but in Nanling people's opinion, they are too arrogant.

I just don't know if Nanling has damaged such a god of war. Is there any capital to fight against the four sides in the future?

With a hiss, Xiao Yin couldn't help laughing. He thought the prince of Mobei was very interesting.

They adore force, but they are so dismissive of scheming and means. It's kind of lovely. However, during this trip to Nanling, he gradually realized that the conspiracy will gradually take the upper hand in the open and secret struggle.

At night, the city is smiling. Is xuanmingyang magnanimous or fearless?

His anwang mansion is not easy to enter, let alone to leave.

"Xuan Mingyang, don't you even say sorry to me?" The night Qing City stretched out her hand to brush her legs, and then touched the ferocious looking face.

Does all this have nothing to do with him?

i 'm sorry? Xuanmingyang really doesn't feel that he didn't do anything.

But for the sake of others, it's better to lower the attitude.

"Mobei shouldn't covet things that don't belong to him, and the palace is incompetent and unable to protect its own people." Xuanmingyang said later, really a bit sorry.

He is still not reconciled to being defeated by yeqingcheng.

A man who looks as gentle as jade is like a jade faced Shura in hell when he is on the battlefield. How can he do it?

Night city a frown: "Prince is regret to start the war?"

Xuanmingyang shook his head: "I just regret the defeat."

Xuanfeifei covers her face. Brother, just keep these words in your heart. Don't you come to Nanling for peace?

Why does she feel hopeless?

Xiao Yin turned his head. He was afraid that he would spray tea on this man.

"It's a pity that the king can't fight now, otherwise we will fight alone, and his royal highness will even regret being the enemy of Nanling." With a smile at night, the self-confidence and calmness show incisively and vividly.

Once xuanmingyang stopped, the veins on his forehead jumped a few times, but what they said was true.

There is no exaggeration, there is no contempt, that is, the strength of others is placed there, he can not refuse.

A little tilt his lips, slowly pull out a smile, he slowly said: "night Qingcheng anwang, early know you hurt bones and muscles, the prince does not have to go this trip."

Night Qingcheng a pick eyebrow, yo, how, he is the tiger down Pingyang, is not easy to bully.

"Xuanmingyang, your highness, I'm not the only one in Nanling. Think twice before you leap." Night Qingcheng said patiently.

"You are the only one that xuanmingyang is afraid of. Other people, ha ha..." he burst out laughing.

Needless to say, it's not in his eyes.

Xiao Yin chuckles. No one dares to think that he is the first in the world if he is arrogant.

So the prince of this foreign country, he looks not pleasing to the eye!

He didn't seem to move, but a piece of cake on the plate beside him flew up in the air, straight to Xuan Mingyang's face and shot.

A exclamation had not yet come out of his lips, and the snack stopped his mouth.

The strength and angle are just right. It's as if someone deliberately flattered him and sent it to his lips.

Xuanmingyang had to swallow it in two or three, and then look at Xiaoyin's eyes.

"Prince Mobei, this snack is delicious. I specially invite you to taste it. Also, don't toast, don't drink Xiao Yin smiles happily,