Qihuang

The palm knife cut down on his own neck——

It can still have this kind of strength when the drug effect occurs! ?

However, before Wu Hai lost his face, the knife in his hand fell to the ground weakly, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood choked out from Yan Liao's mouth, staining Wu Hai's face.

Wu Hai widened his eyes in surprise, and instinctively hugged Yan Liao's back, and the tentacles were full of warm blood.

Yan Liao was injured so badly?when?

Could it be Yan Yu, but if Yan Yu had this ability, she wouldn't have what happened today.

Those cavalrymen?It's impossible, even if Yan Liao was injured, he wouldn't be injured like this.

Wu Hai helped Yan Liao who had no strength and stared at him fiercely, pushed him to sit on the chair, turned his head and asked Lin Shuiyan, "Did he get injured in Jizhou?"

Lin Shuiyan frowned, not knowing what was going on with Yan Liao, shook his head and said, "Lin Er didn't say that Fengliu was injured."

Wu Hai: "..."

Although I don't know when Yan Liao suffered such a serious injury, but for Wu Hai at this time, it was actually beneficial to him.

Wu Hai walked to a table with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up a pen and wrote a line of words on the paper, dried the ink after writing, folded it up and put it on the letterhead, and pressed it under the inkstone.

Then, facing Yan Liao's gaze, he walked up to him and said condescendingly, "I have been taken care of by Prince Yan for the past ten years. Goodbye."

Yan Liao tightly clasped his fingers on the side of the chair, telling him with strong willpower that you have to stand up, but unfortunately the injury was too serious, and he was defeated by the medicine, so he could only grit his teeth and utter a cruel sentence: "Don't even think about it!"

The hatred in this eyes is shocking, and thinking about the poor little guy who was also picked up by Yan Liao, it seems that he is the only one who enjoys the strong hatred of Prince Yan.

Suddenly, his heart was filled with an unknown tyranny and gloom. Wu Hai leaned over, brushed his index finger against Yan Liao's lips, stained with the blood overflowing from Yan Liao's lips, and cupped Yan Liao's face with one hand, blood Touching Yan Liao's eyelids with his index finger——

The blood stains traced the marks on the corners of the eyes, giving Yan Liao a bright red eye makeup.

Originally, I was just angry that this person had such good-looking eyes, but the eyes that looked at me the most were only impatient and hatred.

The heart beat violently like a drum, Wu Hai shook his hand, the blood sticking to his fingertips was like fire, and burned along the connected skin to all the limbs and bones.

Uncomfortably looking away, Wu Hai happened to catch a glimpse of the food box that Lin Shuiyan had put on the table, and immediately diverted his attention and casually asked, "What is this?"

Lin Shuiyan replied: "It was Lin Er who insisted that I bring it to Shizi. He said that the hibiscus cake that Shizi brought back from Jizhou specially should be given to Shizi."

"Hibiscus cake?"

"That's right, Fengliu doesn't like sweets, why did he bring hibiscus cakes from Jizhou when he marched?"

Wu Hai's eyes suddenly darkened, and he looked at Yan Liao suddenly - and saw the bright red rising up again, painted on the bright and burning eyes, shining fiercely.

"Fengliu seems to have fainted." Lin Shuiyan sighed, "I've always been curious, if you really hate him, why didn't you just kill him?"

Wu Hai paused as he walked out.

Just when Lin Shuiyan thought that Wu Hai would not answer, he suddenly heard him say: "How can I let him die so happily, there are some things, I will let him return ten times."