Chapter 20: Make you talk!

Having said this, seeing Sinanyan shivering involuntarily, he was obviously shocked. Since he was so courageous, how dare he say those things just now?
This little girl is really uneasy.
Although Ye Wei is younger than her, but after having been with King Yan for many years, he is very experienced, and he doesn't speak thoroughly. He just said: "You have a good rest. The next day-but you are tired. That's it."
After finishing speaking, he sighed and shook his head, and ran out quickly.
Although his last words were kindly exhortations, when Sinanyan listened, it was almost as mournful, and he couldn't help but pale.
King Yan has disqualified himself as a slave, and listens to him by his side?
Not being a slave, that is to say, I suddenly became a slave-of course, compared to the maids and the electors who died under the knife, I was very lucky.
But follow King Yan...
Doesn't this make it clear that you want to keep yourself tortured? Besides, King Yan is so temperamental, he kills people at every turn, and he really wants to be by his side to listen. How many days can he live?
Maybe, it's not as good as those who killed them all.
Having just eaten half a bowl of porridge, after finally accumulating a little strength, Nan Yan slowly raised his hand and slapped him in the mouth.
"Make you talk more!"
It was only then that Heyi standing outside the courtyard was relieved. He looked at Sinanyan with regretful expression, and slapped his mouth again and again. He couldn't help but laugh. The cold moonlight illuminated the corner of his mouth with a faint smile. , But the next moment, his eyes became deep again, and he turned and left.


This night passed quickly.
Early the next morning, Zhu Feng got up.
Before dawn, he walked out of the hall, and practiced a set of swordsmanship as usual in the Yanwang Mansion and in the barracks.
Guarding the border over the years, martial arts cannot be abandoned, and it has almost become a means for him to vent his energy like karma. The three-foot long sword is like a dragon in his hand, gradually turning into a cold light, shaken by the light. , The gust of wind followed, so that the leaves on the treetops fell down, flying up with the sword wind.
Sinanyan followed Ye Qi in from the outside and saw this scene as soon as he looked up.
Zhu Feng didn't feel them at all. His breath almost merged with the sharp sword aura. He seemed to have an invisible strength all over his body, even the black, soft stools were all because of this strength. The strength became abnormal, and he raised his hands and feet, his clothes like clouds, lightly following the wind.
Nan Yan stayed there immediately.
At the last moment, Zhu Feng took the sword and stood still, with a restrained aura. The fallen leaves were flying around him just now. At this time, they were like a butterfly with folded wings, dangling down.
He slowly turned around, and saw Sinanyan and Ye Hao standing under the eaves.
He walked over to Nan Yan and looked down at her.
Yesterday she was half dead. She looked much better at this time, but her face was still a little pale and the corners of her eyes were a little haggard, as if it was last night-it must be because she didn't sleep well.
He suddenly became a little irritable, so what would he care for?
Thinking of this, my breath sank.
A little sweat came out of her body, coupled with his breath, with warm, even a little hot breathing, and it suddenly blew onto Nan Yan's face. She looked up at Zhu Feng in a daze, wondering what he was going to do.