The news is rotten in your hands? !

Ling Luoyu's lips gave a thin smile: "Are you threatening me?!"

Yang Zhi didn't say anything, and his unhurried back disappeared into her sight.

What is he going to do?

What is he asking for?

What does he hope to get from her? !

And Mo Xuanchen, what he is avoiding deeply! ?

Ling Luoyu walked out of the hall quietly, looking at the sea under the sun.

The clear water and blue sky, the fragrance of birds and flowers, are like a paradise.

But instinctively, she felt that under this paradise, there was endless darkness hidden! !

Looking at the joyous Yang Bing playing with the little rabbit on the grass, Ling Luoyu's lips couldn't help but bend a shallow smile.

"In our eyes, she seems too naive to live in her own world, but for her... the world in that memory is a paradise!"

Mrs. Yang arranged the refreshments on the grass and raised her head in horror: "That's what the queen said!"

"Then the queen and I can be regarded as heroes who see the same thing!"

Ling Luoyu pinched a piece of cake and played with it at his fingertips.

"Of course, in your heart, you will definitely feel... I dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with the queen beyond my own strength..."

Po Yang's pupils shrank and she suddenly stood up: "High priest!"

On the grass, Mo Xuanchen came here leisurely, wearing black clothes with his hands on his back.

Yang Bing was happily playing with the little rabbit, but when he saw Mo Xuanchen, he quickly picked him up and rushed over.

"High priest, why are you here?"

In her eyes, there is a girl's unique look.

"My deity, come and see Xiaodouzi..."

Mo Xuanchen turned his left hand out, a carrot in his palm.

"I don't know what your food is here, but it's still to its appetite..."

"You came to see Xiaodouzi..."

Yang Bing's face showed a visibly disappointed look, and he took the carrot in a humble manner.

"I thought...you came to me!"

"I'm looking for you..."

Mo Xuanchen extended his right hand again, and a bouquet of wildflowers fell in front of Yang Bing's eyes.

"This is for you!"

"Really?!"

Yang Bing beamed with joy and took it with joy.

"Mother Yang, the high priest gave me flowers..."

Granny Yang glanced at Mo Xuanchen with trembling eyes, knowingly chuckles, "Miss, since the high priest gave you flowers, do you want to return some gifts?"

Yang Bing's smile froze for an instant: "Return to... a present?"

"Yeah... I think you drew a picture yesterday? Why don't we go get it and give it to the high priest?"

"Yes, why did I forget?"

Yang Bing laughed, leaping and running away.

Young lady Yang gestured to Mo Xuanchen for Ling Luoyu's jaw, and followed Yang Bing to leave.

Ling Luoyu sullenly squinted at Mo Xuanchen: "The surname Mo...in front of me, give flowers to other girls...Do you think I am blind?!"

"What is a bunch of flowers? Just coax her to play..."

Mo Xuanchen held Ling Luoyu's fingertips lightly and stroked his heart.

"You got it, but here..."

"Less numbness!"

Ling Luoyu shook his hand away, although he rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips were smiling.

"Let's go, this Yang Bing and that Yang Zhi...what the **** is going on?"

"Do you see it?"

"Do you really think I'm blind?"

"... Also... With your insight, it should be easy to see the unusualness between the two of them!" Mo Xuanchen grinned smirkly, curling his lips, lowering his eyes and stroking her arm.