Chapter 708: Nalan language

However, Nalan Zhengze's expression was too determined, and he realized that Nalan Zhengze's hand must have a bigger card.
And this card will be amazing.
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At the same time, Nalan flew in the room.
The stunned Nalan blizzard finally slowly woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her sister, Nalan Rong, and her mother, Mrs. Nalan.
Nalan’s face was pale, his face was stunned, his eyes were bright and the inside was full of incredible hatred.
Mrs. Nalan pressed her towel on her forehead and was sobbing low. The mouth kept whispering: "My poor daughter, my poor children..."
The memory of Nalan Feixue slowly returned, and the flashing face of Zhu Zhongba, who was last seen before the coma, was obese.
She screamed "ah" and jerked up from the bed and shouted: "I don't want to marry the dead fat man, I will never marry the dead fat man, mother, big sister, you must save me, must To save me, oh..."
Mrs. Nalan heard her daughter’s crying, and couldn’t help it anymore. From low sobs to crying,
My poor snow, it’s all that bad, how can the master be so worried, You are her daughter, how can I marry you to that kind of person..."
In the room, Nalan Feixue and Mrs. Nalan’s crying were filled with despair, sadness, resentment and unwillingness.
"Don't cry!" Suddenly, a cold, clear voice interrupted their crying.
Nalan, who had been sitting and did not speak, suddenly looked at the two, coldly and coldly: "What is the use of light crying? Are you willing to be humiliated by the monks of Nalan Tunxi? Flying snow, are you really? Want to marry the dead fat man of Zhu family?"
"No! No! No! I don't want to!" Nalan Feixue shook her head madly, and fell to the side of Nalan-song, anxiously. "Big sister, do you have a right? You have a way to deal with Nalan Tunxi." That monk? Do you have a way for me not to marry the dead fat man?"
Nalan language looked down at her sister's face with tears and hopefully looked at her. The corner of her mouth slowly evoked: "Well, if you really don't want to marry the dead fat man, follow my words. I promise, as long as You have done a good job of telling me about you. I can not only let you not marry Zhu Zhongba, but also let you become the righteousness of the Prince."
Nalan Feixue listened to the big joy and looked over, grabbed Nalan’s hand and shouted:
I do! I do! Sister, as long as I can let me not marry the dead fat man, whatever I want, I am willing to do it!

Nalan language smiled with satisfaction, slowly bowed his head and spoke a long list of whispers in her sister's ear.
The expression of Nalan Feixue changed from the shocked panic to the joy of self-satisfaction. Finally, she laughed loudly: "Big sister, it is still your best! You can rest assured that I will do things well!"
After that, I quickly changed into clothes and rushed out of the room.
Nalan language Rong sat in the same place, watching the back of her sister's departure, her face showing a hazy expression, "Nalan Tunxi, want to fight with me under the Royal Highness, I have to see, do you have this life? When the Principal of Pluto knows that you have become a ruined flower, will you still like you, will you marry you? Hahaha..."