Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss Chapter 947: Don’t pierce, don’t disturb

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He wrote very lightly, as if with a lot of worries.

At the end, the word ‘Lan Cang’ was still roughly scratched out, but it can still be seen clearly under the chaotic ink.

The handwriting is very beautiful, and the charm is just like his person.

She continued to look dimly down, and another pair of names appeared in the center of the card.

The font is large and clear, and the writing becomes thicker.

[White Night, Di Yun. 】

She laughed suddenly when she saw this, and tears came from her eyes, and two lines of bitterness rolled down like a tide.

Her name is very beautifully written, which makes Di Yun want to be so sad and sad. His name is like Spring Earthworm and Autumn Snake, crooked to the extreme.

At first glance, that fellow Lan Cang deliberately...

"The day he wrote the sign, I asked him when he planned to confess to you."

The arrogant and indifferent male voice suddenly broke the silence. At this time, a pair of pale purple eyes appeared in the cold night, silently under his feet, and approached the white night gracefully.

"What did he say?" Sadly, Bai Ye didn't look back, her throat astringent.

"She is doing very well now, why should I go to sabotage? Not piercing, not disturbing, is the most comfortable state between me and her. My appetite is small, it is enough."

Ziyao told her about the dialogue between himself and Lan Cang that day in consciousness.

When the last word fell, he was also standing beside Bai Ye, without a ripple in the leopard's eyes.

Her cold hand, tightly squeezed the red line card in her palm, as if it were a warm stove.

For a long time...

Bai Ye slowly released his five fingers, waved his arm, and threw the sign back to its original place.

The eyes are sore and swollen, but the tears have dried up, but the frequency of dull heart pain seems to be getting faster and faster.

"Are you okay?" She turned to look at Zi Yao. Since he signed a master-servant contract with Lan Cang, it was destined to live and die together.

"Of course I have something. Ten days later, it will be my death date." Zi Yao's face did not change, as his master looked down on life and death: "Flying Sand Blood Leopard can temporarily extend the effective date of the contract. For ten days, I will He takes revenge!"

His tone has always been very plain, except for the last sentence, which is so decisive.

"Ten days, it doesn't take that long." Bai Ye's eyes flickered slightly, and the inexplicable light was strangely brilliant.

"With your current strength, can you fight against the Demon Realm?" Zi Yao's eyebrows faintly gathered: "He doesn't want to see you have an accident. You'd better not overpower yourself."

Bai Ye said with a blank face: "I have a sense of measure. You will stay here for the last few days. Trust me, it's not that you don't report, it's not the time."

She turned and left, and walked back in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Ziyao did not speak, thought for a while, and finally followed her silently.

"Why didn't you help Lancang when something happened?" Bai Ye looked forward with open eyes, walked slowly, and asked lightly.

"He won't let me, I'm afraid I will die there too."

"Then did he leave any words in the end?"

"The purpose of my coming to you alone is to convey."

Now, her tone finally had ups and downs, and she appeared hurried: "Say it quickly."

Prosperity is like a passing smoke, it is difficult to be destroyed, and it is easily destroyed by a beast attack.

On the desolate street, there are only two shadows. The beast is talking and the man is listening.

However, her footsteps stopped abruptly. For some reason, her body became soft, and she slumped on the ground blankly, muttering: "Sure enough..."

The figure stretched by the moonlight looked so sad.

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PS has something that is destined to be missed. It is better to keep it in your heart for the rest of your life, so as not to embarrass the other party or destroy the current relaxed state.

This is Lan Cang.

If you are happy, I will bless you.