Speaking of this, I saw Si Nanyan trembling involuntarily. He was obviously frightened. If he was so timid, how could he dare to say those words just now?

This little girl is really disturbing.

Although Ye Zheng is younger than her, he has been with King Yan for many years and is very experienced. He did not say anything in detail and only said: "You should have a good rest. You will be very tired in the coming days."

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After saying that, he sighed, shook his head, and ran out quickly.

Although his last words were a well-intentioned advice, Si Nanyan felt as if he was mourning and couldn't help but turn pale.

King Yan made him a slave and followed him as a servant?

He had no status as a slave, which meant that he became a slave all of a sudden. Of course, compared to the palace maids and attendants who died under random swords, he was already very lucky.

But following King Yan...

Doesn't this make it clear that he will be left by his side to be tortured? Besides, King Yan is so moody and prone to killing people. How many days can I survive if I really have to follow him as a servant?

Maybe, it's not as satisfying as killing someone with a single knife.

Having just eaten half a bowl of porridge, Nan Yan finally gathered some strength and slowly raised her hand and slapped her mouth.

"Let you talk more!"

It was only then that He Yi, who was standing outside the courtyard, breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Si Nanyan with a regretful look on his face and slapped his mouth repeatedly. He couldn't help laughing. The cold moonlight illuminated a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

, but the next moment, his eyes became profound again, and he turned and left.

This night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, Zhu Feng got up.

Before dawn, he walked outside the palace and practiced a set of sword skills as usual in Prince Yan's Mansion and the military camp.

Over the years of guarding the border, martial arts cannot be neglected, and it has almost become a means for him to vent the energy in his heart that is like a karmic fire. The three-foot long sword is like a dragon in his hand, and gradually turns into several cold lights, shocked by the light.

, a strong wind blew up, causing all the leaves on the treetops to fall down, flying with the sword wind.

Si Nanyan followed Ye Zheng in from the outside and saw this scene when he looked up.

Zhu Feng didn't feel them at all. His aura was almost integrated with the sharp sword energy. There seemed to be an invisible force all over his body. Even the soft black clothes on his body were affected by this force.

His strength became abnormal, he raised his hands and feet, and his clothes were like clouds, flowing gracefully with the wind.

Nan Yan stayed there immediately.

In the final move, Zhu Feng sheathed his sword and stood still, his breath restrained. The fallen leaves were flying around him just now, but now they were falling down like a butterfly with broken wings.

He slowly turned around and saw Si Nanyan and Ye Zhen standing under the eaves.

He walked over until he was in front of Nan Yan and looked down at her.

She was half-dead yesterday, but she looked much better this time, but her face was still a little pale, and her eyes looked a little haggard, as if she had not slept well last night.

He was suddenly a little irritable again, why did he care about this?

Thinking of this, my breath became heavier.
Chapter completed!