Leng Yiyao was held by him like this, the posture of the two of them was very ambiguous to outsiders, which made the group of men in black behind him seem to have bumped into a ghost at the moment. calmer than one.

Leng Yiyao knew that in Lu Chen's eyes, if it wasn't for Homer's "green eyes", she was just an ordinary stinky little girl, not at all feminine at all, so she was not worried about her chastity, but instead His mind was spinning fast, and he thought carefully about His Highness's reputation.

Excessive extravagance, great joy, arrogant and ostentatious...

Although it's not a good impression, none of it has anything to do with "prostitution".

Rather, superstitious. Probably because the wet nurse is an oriental person, she has been advocating the "secret arts" in ancient oriental books since she was a child. If I remember correctly, she was arrested and sacrificed alive because of this person in front of her! Instead, his younger brother Lu Ming wiped his ass for him. As a result, he ran into her cheating corpse, so he became a scapegoat and got his lunch early!

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

Leng Yiyao smiled slightly, thinking that although this person has an average IQ, the people below are still able to use it. After only one night, the most critical things were clearly missed.

The marshal's people naturally checked her, but in this world, apart from Lu Ming who died, only Lu Chen knew who the thirty people who sacrificed were alive. Even as the culprit who designed her, her own sister, Leng Yixuan, could only know a rough idea, but did not know the details of the live sacrifice.

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

"I'm very curious, how did the person who was supposed to be chopped up and destroyed by my younger brother stand here alive." He deepened the strength of his hands, and stretched a red spot on her waist. Hen, laughed more and more evilly: "And my good brother who is omnipotent, died that night without resting his eyes."

"His Royal Highness means..." She lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on his arm. Bronze-colored muscles, thick and powerful, are not the physique that a wine bag and rice bag should have.

She recalled the two unlucky bastards who had been brought down by her on the road last night, and suddenly sighed a little, why did she show her skills. Well, now, is it suspected?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be too difficult to pass the border with innocent eyes open...

It's a matter of temper, it's a matter of temper.

Eh.

She self-examined in her heart, but it fell into Lu Chen's eyes, but it wasn't the same thing at all.

This woman is not afraid at all?

What happened that night, in this world, she is probably the only one who knows. After all, everyone else has become a corpse and can no longer speak.

However, the body under the palms is delicate, slender, and has no muscles. Obviously, she has never experienced even the most basic physical training. She is full of contradictions and puzzles, and no matter how she solves it, it seems that there is no answer.

"I hate people for putting a dung pot on my head the most. If I really killed Lu Ming, I would recognize it. Unfortunately not. So, Miss Leng, why don't you tell me what happened that night... "..." A fierce voice came from above his head, he suddenly let go of her, leaned back on the sofa lazily, and stared at her coldly, as if he was looking at a moth that was powerless to struggle. …