Rong Qianzhi didn't say anything, took the paper and pen, and drew a portrait of Baili Wuchen. Looking at the portrait, Gong Mohan's two sword eyebrows were almost furrowed.

"He is Brother Taohua. Actually, I didn't leave myself today. I was taken to a barren mountain by him, and there was a stronghold of his. I ran out while he was unprepared."

Gong Mohan narrowed his eyes, and the lightning and thunder were roaring in his dark eyes. No wonder he always felt that Zhizhi suddenly "fares without saying goodbye". It turned out that he was the one who did it!

Brother Taohua, Baili Wuchen, he deserves to die!

He hurriedly pulled Rong Qianzhi up and looked her up and down, and asked, "Zhizhi, have you been injured by him?"

Rong Qianzhi shook his head: "He didn't do anything to me, but I met Ning Wanxin on the road. She wanted to kill me, but I ruined her martial arts." Rong Qianzhi told Gong Mohan about what he had been going on today.

"What, she actually wants to kill you?" Gong Mohan's beautiful phoenix eyes were even more thunderous. He clenched his fists: "Shizhi, for that kind of woman, why don't you kill her directly?"

Except for Rong Qianzhi, Gong Mohan never took any other woman seriously. He didn't want to know why Ning Wanxin wanted to kill Rong Qianzhi. He just wanted Ning Wanxin to disappear completely, so that he could relieve his anger. Rong Qianzhi pursed his lips and said, "No matter what, she is the daughter of her uncle, my mother's niece, and everyone is a relative. If I kill her with one knife, I always feel that it is not good. Besides, I have ruined her martial arts and taught her a lesson. She should not harm others anymore.

”

Gong Mohan reached out and scraped his little nose, and said pamperedly: "My stop is still too kind. Don't you know that there will be endless troubles when you let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Rong Qianzhi wrinkled his nose: "I was dissatisfied at that time, and she didn't recognize me." "Fool." Gong Mohan smiled sweetly: "Although she didn't recognize you, she was narrow-minded, and she would definitely keep the accounts on your head. Moreover, her third brother Ning Fei is good at medical skills, but he can connect with the tendons and veins. Even if you have ruined her martial arts, it will be a matter of time before she can find her.

You take revenge.”

Rong Qianzhi frowned, then snorted coldly: "If you take revenge, you will take revenge. I am still afraid that she will not succeed. When the war comes, I will never be lenient again. Let her go to see the King of Hell!"

Looking at Rong Qianzhi's angry look, Gong Mohan smiled helplessly: "Zhizhi, I don't mean to blame you. I am just reminding you that being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. Do you understand?"

Rong Qianzhi pouted: "I understand."

Gong Mohan kissed Rong Qianzhi's lips and said, "But don't worry, Zhizhi, with me here, I won't let her hurt you."

Rong Qianzhi smiled with a pursed lips: "The prince is mighty!"

Gong Mohan quickly looked handsome: "Zhizhi, don't call him the prince in the future, you must call him husband." When he thought of Zhizhi calling him the prince outside the city gate before, Gong Mohan felt that the title "Zhizhi" was so ugly.

"Husband is mighty!" Rong Qianzhi immediately followed.

Gong Mohan smiled: "I'm so good."

Rong Qianzhi glared at him fiercely, pushed him away, and walked towards the inner room: "I'm going to sleep, and I'm going to rush to the next day."

Gong Mohan hurriedly followed, holding Rong

Qianzhi's little hand: "Zhizhi, I will accompany you to Beiyan tomorrow."

Rong Qianzhi stopped and frowned and looked at Gong Mohan: "What are you doing? Are you afraid that I will run away and will not come back?"

Gong Mohan laughed softly, took Rong Qianzhi into his arms, and said with a smile: "Yes, if Zhizhi runs away and doesn't come back, who will I cry? So, I will keep my Shuzhi in a row."

"Don't joke, just talk about serious matters!" Rong Qianzhi stared at him: "Aren't you chasing the Ghost King? Is that Xue Wuxin's line broken?" Gong Mohan stroked a thread from Rong Qianzhi's ears behind her ears, and said softly: "No, chasing the Ghost King is a serious matter, but Zhizhi who is accompanying me is also a serious matter. And there is no more news about the Ghost King. I have nothing to do in the palace, so I thought I'd better accompany Zhizhi to go with him. And there is no more news about the Ghost King.

Beiyan is ready.”

Rong Qianzhi knew of course that even without the news of the Ghost King, how could Gong Mohan have nothing to do if he stayed in the palace? He just didn't feel at ease with her and said this on purpose.

She wanted to cry again. She blinked hard, put her body into Gong Mohan's arms, and said softly: "Why are you doing so good to me? You don't know that I'm so imitated Zili, we can't fulfill my family, and I can't give birth to you. You can only be a monk for the rest of your life when you are with me?" Gong Mohan smiled and kissed Rong Qianzhi's bright forehead: "Zhizhi, these are no longer important. As long as you can be with Zhizhi, what if you are a monk for the rest of your life, we will definitely be very happy. Besides, don't we have that book, as long as Zhizhi is willing, we will be happy every day.

All can live happily.”

After hearing Gong Mohan's first half of the words, Rong Qianzhi was still very moved, but when he heard it behind, her face slowly turned red. She glared at Gong Mohan suddenly and grinded her teeth secretly. At this time, he could even get upright!

Gong Mohan was about to kiss Rong Qianzhi's red little face, bent down and hugged Rong Qianzhi, and quickly walked towards the inner room: "Zhizhi, do you want to read a book tonight?"

“…”

...

It was already dark and it was still raining heavily. Murong Xie could only ask Qingliu to ask for two rooms and stay in the inn for one night.

He never wanted to see Xue Wuxin again, so he asked the shopkeeper to deliver dinner to the room. He sat at the table and flipped through a book. At this time, a knock on the door sounded. He did not look up and said, "Come in."

Xue Wuxin pushed open the door and entered the room with a tray. Murong Xie then raised his head. When he saw that it was Xue Wuxin, his eyebrows furrowed and said unhappily: "Get out, don't let me see you again!"

Murong Xie's voice was as cold as the wind in the 39th day. Xue Wuxin shivered all over. The tray on her hand fell to the ground, and the food was spilled all over the floor. She was at a loss and looked at Murong Xie in panic and said weakly: "Brother Zinian..."

"Don't call me that again!" Murong Xie stood up in a flash, a cloud of unknown anger ignited in his heart. He urgently needed to use rain to calm the fire in his heart.

He was about to leave the room, went down to the first floor, walked out of the inn gate, and walked directly into the rain.

Jingyun and Qingliu were both in the lobby on the first floor. The two of them looked at Murong Xie's actions and Jingyun looked at Qingliu: "Your prince is crazy again."
Chapter completed!