Chapter 1820 (1/2)

Yan Beicheng held the waist of Mo Shanghua tightly and said: ”don't the princess like to get along with her second brother very much? Do you want to meet your wish? By the way, and Liu Zheng, do you want to bring them to you? ”

As soon as I think of Mo Shanghua's avoiding him these days, even if I see him occasionally, I don't pay attention to him. It's also cold words. But I've been alone with Yan Moli for such a long time, and I often say soft words to Liu Zheng. His heart is burning with bitterness and resentment.

But Yan Beicheng didn't know that his words were just like pointing to their noses and calling them sluts for any woman. In particular, such words came from his husband's mouth.

This words swam quickly in the heart of Mo Shanghua. Her delicate and cool cheek was covered with frost, and her voice was also cold. ”Well, if the Lord likes it, you can bring all the men in the palace, and I can accept them one by one.”

Although she was sometimes a little dull and didn't want to talk to others, she was covered with sharp thorns. Whoever provoked her, he decided not to swallow his anger. Even if he hurt himself 800, he would hurt the enemy 1000.

When Yan Beicheng heard the speech, his whole face was completely gloomy. It was as gloomy as the dark clouds when the wind and rain were about to come, and the fierce air in his eyes leaped forward.

”Flowers on the street!”

Yan Beicheng couldn't help but roar. He grabbed the slender and fragile neck of Mo Shanghua and said, ”what do you want me to do?”

Because he was too emotional, he even abandoned his usual disguise. Now, he has no place to vent his anger.

But even so, he did not forget to restrain the action in his hands, did not dare to really force, just afraid to hurt the flowers on the street.

If he was an ordinary woman, he would have been pale and flustered. But the stranger didn't even move his brow. He said coldly, ”this is what you are, cloak man.”

The last two words, she is almost word by word, eyes in addition to full of frost, vaguely mixed with a bit stubborn.

Yan North City can't help but a Zheng, the Mou color is clear to extinguish, don't know exactly what is thinking. After all, it's one thing for Hua qianliu to talk to him, and another thing for him to hear.

After a long time, he lowered his head again and spat out a few words from his thin lip. ”Now that you know, are you not afraid at all?”

Say, holding the hand of the flower neck on the road slightly tightens a moment.

”You can't kill me.” Mo Shanghua's face was still the same. At the same time, he took out the dagger he was carrying with him, and one of them was on Yan Beicheng's neck.

The dagger was across his neck, bringing a cold touch. However, Yan Beicheng's face changed little by little, and his eyes disappeared again. He couldn't understand what he was thinking.

But the flower on the street seems to be cold and merciless at this time, but the bottom of her eyes is the same complex and difficult to distinguish, unable to see what she is thinking.

For a long time, Yan Beicheng's face suddenly relaxed, and his hand holding the neck of the flower on the street also relaxed. It seemed that he was helpless, and he began to speak in a low voice like self mockery: ”after all, it's the king who has been amorous.”