Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Chu Lin'an's words didn't seem to care, but they made the painting Lanfeng angry. Before the monarch of a country, Chu Lin'an went so far as to call her feng'er without the slightest ceremony of kings and officials.

Painting Lanfeng sneered. Listening to the faint footsteps in front of him, he retracted his hand into his sleeve and explained: "in those years when the master was in the painting house, he would call it Fenger -"

"I know." with his back to the painting of Blue Phoenix, the cold man glanced at the painting of Blue Phoenix, and the seemingly empty eye was a little mockery.

Ninzlo had never seen her like this.

Just in a trance, painting Lanfeng was afraid.

Feather sound lies on Ning Xiluo's shoulder and still falls asleep. It seems that all the fighting and blood color in the world have not happened.

The moon is slanting.

Ning Xiluo held Yusheng and squatted down slowly. He looked at the cold man kneeling in front of him, opened his mouth slightly, and looked complex: "explain what you just said."

"What can be explained?" Yunxi looked at ningxiluo and smiled gently.

"You said, I can not kill you now."

"You said you would never kill me."

The cold light in Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and Yunxi's pale little face was reflected in her eyes, which was full of fearless color. In this way, Ning Xiluo stretched out his hand and gently touched her arm. When the acupoint was released, the silver needle penetrated the clothes and was taken out directly, with a trace of blood on it, which was directly thrown into the snow.

Ningxiluo said, "don't waste my time."

There was a rustling sound in the snow. Yunxi knew that ningxiluo had made a decision.

Ning Xiluo got up and left his back to Yunxi. He gradually went to Chu Lin'an. Yunxi saw that Ning Xiluo had already held a long sword in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the blood light on the long sword was cold. Yunxi knew that he just squatted down to take out the silver needle from her body, but to take out the blood sword from the body on her side!

If ningxiluo can't get what he wants, he will surely kill Chu Lin'an!

Even if he can't get the third antidote, even if he will regret it. But Yunxi knew that what ningxiluo hated most was threat. Now, Chu Lin'an threatened him with the third antidote.

Death is nothing in front of ninzlo.

The Dragon patterned brocade boots set foot in the snow, leaving footprints one after another. In the wind and snow, the blood stains on the blade fell on Chu Lin'an's black clothes. Ning Xiluo looked down at the people under him.

"I don't want to ask about you and Huaxi, nor do I bother to ask about you and Yunxi, because these are nothing to me. Now, I want to ask Fenger, do you understand?" he said.

All the words were cold and resolute.

Chu Lin'an listened to this and looked at Ning Xiluo sarcastically. LAN Zhan's eyes contained more fearless colors: "is it so important to draw Blue Phoenix for the high Wenzhi emperor?"

Ning Xiluo inserted his sword into the snow, but he didn't look at the person behind him. The irony in the corner of his lips deepened: "how many things do you know about feng'er and how many things you can tell Yunxi, but you can't tell me?"

Chu Lin'an was stunned. What Yunxi said just now made Ning Xiluo think that he told Yunxi all the secrets about painting Lanfeng?

Thinking of this, Chu Lin'an turned his eyes to Yunxi and said to Ning Xiluo: "if I said it, you would really protect feng'er as now? What if you abandoned my feng'er's shoes?"

Yunxi frowned slightly and turned to the Blue Phoenix.

The always gentle imperial concubine rushed directly to the corpses, grabbed a long sword from the corpse and went directly to Chu Lin'an. At the moment when the long sword fell, she was directly put in front of her neck by the emperor with the sword of her right hand.

At this time, Yunxi was completely surprised.

Ning Xiluo had never been like this before. His cold eyes looked at the extremely beautiful face close to him and said coldly: "Feng son, I said you were dirty, so don't get close to me."

It was still the "feng'er", but he said indifference.

The sword in Lanfeng's hand fell to the ground and looked at Ning Xiluo in surprise: "Anning, why don't you kill them? The assassins along the way were brought by Yunxi and Chu Lin'an. They deserve to die!"

Ning Xiluo took back the long sword and looked at the Blue Phoenix's eyes, but his eyes were clear.

Painting Lanfeng took a step back, but Ning Xiluo grabbed her arm directly into her arms. His slender cold hand touched the face of the Blue Phoenix, and the Phoenix's eyes showed a cold coagulation: "the Phoenix's face is naturally very beautiful."

As soon as he said this, Chu Lin'an smiled and said, "it's just painting Xi's silent face."

Painting Lanfeng was palpitating and glared at Chu Lin'an: "Chu Lin'an! Shut up!"

Without any gentle appearance, the painting of Blue Phoenix changed its normal state, and with this remark, the beautiful eyes were full of tears. She wanted to push ningxiluo away, but he directly clicked the acupoints.

Ning Xiluo said coldly, "feng'er, you've never been so rude."

When the silver needle entered the body, it was painful. At the moment, Chu Lin'an calmly drove the silver needle flow with his internal force in front of Ning Xiluo, directly took out all the two silver needles that had entered the bone and blood, and threw them in the snow with a lazy color.

Trembling, he held the tree beside him, stood up and said with a smile, "the world knows Miss Xi's beauty, but rarely knows that she has a sister, but she is raised in her boudoir because of her ugly appearance."

Chu Lin'an lifted his eyes and smiled. Inadvertently, he looked at the eyes of Blue Phoenix.

At the moment, Yunxi was paralyzed in the snow and no longer looked ahead.

She naturally knew what Chu Lin'an was going to say. Except for painting Liang, her father only knew about it. All over the world, but no one has ever seen the face of Blue Phoenix.

In the distance, Chu Lin'an mocked: "I changed the ugly appearance into what it is now. Feng'er once said that as long as a little appearance can be similar to miss Xi, she will no longer have the idea of dying."

Ningxiluo's eyes were getting colder and colder.

While painting Lanfeng, the haze under his eyes is getting heavier and heavier: "Anning, don't listen to his nonsense, OK?"

Chu Lin'an stopped and looked at Ning Xiluo instead.

But Ning Xiluo ignored the red eyes of the people on his side and said faintly, "go on."

The wind was whistling and snowflakes were splashing, but Chu Lin'an's voice was particularly loud: "feng'er is really the most patient I've ever seen. In order to recover better, without taking anesthetic, I personally opened her face and moved her bones..."

Every word is satire.

Although the painting Lanfeng was fixed in place by the acupoints, he closed his eyes and dared not look at the person on his side. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and his beautiful face became vain at this moment.

The voice of the person on the side of the body, without any pity, asked coldly, "feng'er, is he right?"

Drawing Lanfeng's eyes, he no longer had any avoidance. Instead, he said with a sarcastic smile: "the world says that feng'er is similar to his sister in appearance. They all think that Ning will marry his sister because of feng'er. But what's the truth? Feng'er is just a person who occupies the nest of a magpie. He used his sister's face and got his sister's Anning. So what? Anning forced feng'er into the palace!"