"Are you deaf?"
Seeing that Dong Ziyan didn't speak, Qian Mo Qingcheng just bowed his head blindly in thought, and his depressed mood became even more annoyed.
Dong Ziyan slowly raised his head, chuckling not afraid of death, "Qianmo Qingcheng, so fast, don't you remember me?"
Qian Mo Qingcheng felt so unfamiliar with the face that was familiar and could no longer be familiar.
His phoenix eyes fell slightly, and he said coldly: "Dong Ziyan."
Dong Ziyan nodded in satisfaction, got up, adjusted his clothes, and said quietly, "I remember it, it's not easy."
Qian Mo Qingcheng leaned on the bedpost, his deep eyes faintly concealed an unprecedented storm, "Where is Luo Xue?"
Dong Ziyan looked for a place in the room, sat down, and slowly said, "Isn't the one in front of you? Qianmo Qingcheng, you are so strong, haven't you heard of the so-called blood knot?"
Qianmo Qingcheng's face suddenly sank, Senhan's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and snow, and his purple eyes were soaked in wild murderous aura, but he was abruptly suppressed, "Blood knot?"
Dong Ziyan completely ignored the scorching eyes in the room and poured a cup of tea on her own. She sat like a mistress, "It seems that you know the stakes of blood knots better than me.
Now that I know, then I don't need to say more, but I hope you know that your sweetheart, that is, Yun Luoxue, is destined to be someone else's wife in this life.
Unless, you want her to die! "
Looking at all the people in the house from the corner of his eyes, Dong Ziyan's mood at this time can be described as extremely happy!
She got up, walked in front of Xiaobao, stretched out her hand to hold it in her arms, stroked it softly, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a cute little guy."
Xiao Bao glared at her and looked at her disgustingly: "Don't touch your uncle!"
After that, he leaped forward and jumped toward Qianmo Qingcheng's shoulder.
Dong Ziyan clapped his hands nonchalantly, walked to the side, and smashed a white porcelain teapot with a bang.
Tea was spilled all over the ground, and the teapot suddenly broke into pieces.
Dong Ziyan bent down to pick up a fragment, weighed it in his hand, and suddenly looked at Qianmo Qingcheng.
Qian Mo Qingcheng's face changed slightly, but he looked back at her calmly.
With eyes like a knife, he shot her fiercely, "What do you want to do?"
Dong Ziyan smiled leisurely, and said lightly, "I want that little guy to come into my arms."
Little Treasure was so angry that there was almost smoke above his head, "Go away, I can hold you too?"
Dong Ziyan seemed to have expected Xiaobao to say this a long time ago, glanced at his wrist as if it were a pity, and sighed: "It's a pity, it would be so ugly if such a white and tender skin had a cut. what.
Oh, by the way, it doesn't matter if it is ugly, you can cure Qingcheng with a restoration technique.
It just seems to hurt.
I don't know if I make a few more strokes on this body, will Yun Luoxue's soul die in pain? "
Qian Mo Qingcheng gritted his teeth and popped a few words from his teeth: "Dare you!"
Dong Ziyan smiled and looked at Qianmo Qingcheng, "Don't you dare?"
Having said that, the right hand fell together, and she saw the fragments on her left wrist. Shenyu quickly stopped her eyes and turned her wrists, twisting Dong Ziyan's arm towards her back.
Dong Ziyan suddenly yelled deliberately: "It hurts, hehe, it doesn't matter if I hurt, the point is that Yun Luoxue will also hurt too, what do you think, Qingcheng..."