Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss Chapter 668: Lan Cang his people

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Freedom...

Such a prince reminded Bai Ye of his mother who was imprisoned and lost her freedom, and hesitation and sadness flashed in his eyes.

Lan Cang knew that she was shaken, and jumped forward excitedly and suddenly grasped a pair of her slender wrists.

Bai Ye reacted and wanted to pull it out, but couldn't move it.

"What are you doing?"

"Redeem me, with me, I will definitely take you to save the fairy in the cloud." Lan Cang leaned over her ear with a smile, not intending to let the third prince hear: "And only I have been to that place. ."

What! ?

White night's eyes lit up, and heaven helped me.

"Are you sure?"

"My curiosity has always been put into action."

Lan Cang answered it for granted, and Bai Ye didn't doubt it at all, because he was such a man.

"Okay, I promise! But," she added: "You can't let me pretend to be someone's fiancé or concubine, my man will be jealous!"

These words made the prince a little crazy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"..." Bai Ye snorted coldly: "Think of another way!"

She turned her gaze, looked at the silent Lan Yuan, and asked after more thoughts: "You built the Guiyuan Palace to win over the masters, and even the target was locked on me. Is it to protect him or to oppose him?"

These words were straightforward and made the two men froze at the same time.

The prince's smile has an instant break, but it's only an instant.

"What's the joke, naturally it's against me, I let it! The fat water does not flow into the field of outsiders, even if I am not the prince, I will have my brother in charge, hehe."

Bai Ye nodded, did not say anything else, turned around and walked outside the hall with the soft armor.

"If you have something to do, go to the inn and find me. After the matter is resolved, Prince Lao will lead me the way."

Lan Cang looked at her slender Yuying and waved: "It's easy to talk about!"

When the door of the palace was closed again, his gaze was still not retracted, but the smile was gone.

"It turns out that you knew I was going to kill you, why did you lie to her for me?"

Lan Yuan's flawless facial features are stained with guilt and incomprehension.

"Her character, as long as you have a long brain, you can see it clearly. If you know your mind, I'm afraid she won't be willing to help you. Also, it's not too late to stop all your plans."

Lan Cang habitually touched the transparent jade pendant around his waist, retracted his gaze and walked towards the inner hall.

"Why do you want to hand over the Emperor Clan to me!?"

"What you want and I don't want to get, I will give it to you. You are my brother."

Just as he approached the last step of the inner hall, Lan Yuan gritted his teeth and shouted: "When you used to run away, those people who chased you and killed you were also in Mali!"

Lan Cang paused, turned his face halfway, and under the dim lights, he was slender and unusually handsome.

"I know, it doesn't matter, go and thank God, who called you my brother? Huh~"

He left, leaving Lan Yuan alone, and his mind went blank.

Bai Ye returned to the inn in Ping An with the soft armor, Chifeng Chiyang and other eight people followed along.

Seeing that she was safe and sound, and the soft armor was retrieved smoothly, it was getting late, Ye Mingxia didn't ask much, and returned her little nephew to her, finally relieved.

Back to the room at night, she teased Xiao Jiu for a while, and after putting him to sleep, she opened the skylight.

The sky is shining with stars, the moon is bright, and Bai Ye said to herself: "Today, it seems to be the birthday of Bai Ye, and it is also my birthday."

Quiet environment often makes people think wildly.

He's not here, it's tasteless and melancholy, it's still just this birthday.

Diyun, where are you...

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A ticket~ a bowl of rice~