Leng Yiyao is held so tightly by him. Their postures are naturally ambiguous in the eyes of outsiders. The group of people in black behind him seems to have hit a ghost at the moment. One by one, they have no face. On the contrary, the two parties are more stable than the other.

Leng Yiyao knows that in Lu Chen's eyes, if it wasn't for her "green eyes" from hemer, she was just an ordinary little girl with no feminine flavor at all. So instead of worrying about her virginity, Leng Yiyao's brain turned quickly and thought carefully about the comments of this lady.

He is extravagant, extravagant, arrogant and extravagant.

Although it is not a good impression, but, in the end, none of them is related to "immorality".

On the contrary, they are superstitious. It is probably because the lactating mother is an oriental. She has been advocating the "secret arts" in ancient oriental books since childhood. If you remember correctly, she was taken to live sacrifice because of the person in front of her! However, his brother Lu Ming wiped his buttocks for him. As a result, he met her with a fake corpse and became a scapegoat. He took Bento early!

"If I remember correctly, you should have been on my list of living sacrifices." A cold voice came from her ear, drawing her attention back.

Leng Yiyao smiles, thinking that although this person's IQ is average, the people at the bottom can still be used. It took only one night to make the most important thing clear.

Naturally, Marshal's people also investigated her, but in this world, in addition to the dead Lu Ming, I'm afraid only Lu Chen knows who the 30 people who were sacrificed alive at the beginning. Even as the culprit of her design, her sister Leng Yizhen can only know the general situation, but she does not know the details of the living sacrifice.

"What is your highness going to say?" She raised her head and looked at him with interest.

"I'm curious how the man who should have been chopped up by my brother is standing here alive." He deepened his strength of his hands, pulled a red mark on her waist, and laughed more and more evil: "but my omnipotent good brother died that night."

"Your Highness means..." She dropped her eyes and fell on his arm. The bronze muscles, thick and powerful, are not the physique of a man with a big mouth.

She means to recall for a long time those two unfortunate men who were knocked down by her on the road last night, and suddenly she sighs a little. Why should she show her skill. Well, now, is it doubted?

Otherwise, it is not very difficult to muddle through with innocent eyes.

It's really emotional.

Ah.

Her self-examination in her heart fell on Lu Chen's eyes, but it was not the same thing at all.

Is this woman not afraid at all?

She was the only one in the world who knew what happened that night. After all, everyone else is dead and can't talk anymore.

However, no matter how delicate her body and her hands are, she does not have the answer.

"I hate it when people put shit on my head. If I killed Lu Ming, I would recognize it. Unfortunately not. So, Miss Leng, you may as well tell me what happened that night... " Cruel voice from the top of his head, he suddenly let go of her, lazily back a seat, leaning on the sofa, staring at her coldly, like a moth unable to struggle.

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