Feng Liangzheng almost subconsciously wanted to turn the wheelchair and leave. He had already made up his mind that he would see Xue Suyuan no matter what, but when he kicked, he was standing in front of him. He could see her back. It was almost certain that it was Yuan's childhood, but Feng Liangzheng subconsciously wanted to escape, as if a knife had been hanging around his neck and was about to fall.

But he didn't escape after all!

Feng Liangzheng slowly raised her head, first she saw the very familiar jade pendant on Princess Su Yuan's waist, then she saw the hair falling to her waist, and then her slender neck and familiar face.

Princess Su Yuan was facing the sky without makeup and had no time to dress up. She heard Feng Qiwutong's voice in the bathhouse and noticed a little familiarity. The secret guards came to report that Ye Nong and Feng Liangzheng were fighting, as if they were about to take the person away. Princess Su Yuan had no time to tuck her long hair, and she hurriedly put on her clothes and flew out.

So Su Yuan in front of her, her white face was not covered with pink, her ink hair was like clouds, and she dripped with water. The water stains wet her clothes and pressed against her petite body. She looked not decent, but the princess was gentle and polite, and she was not anxious about her image at all.

Su Yuan...

Xue Suyuan!

Princess Su Yuan looked at the young man in front of her. The men in the demon world were all tough, tall and three-dimensional. It was rare to see a handsome boy like Feng Liangzheng with delicate and soft facial features. She was also in a wheelchair for many years and was thin because she was self-disciplined. For Princess Su Yuan, she felt that the boy in front of her was not eighteen years old and was still a half-year-old cub.

But it was just such a half-large cub in front of her that ruined her hope for life and was unwilling to use Fengqi Wutong to save her. Although she didn't know whether Fengqi Wutong could be treated with Soul Leaving Disease, he was unwilling to try it.

He hated the people in the demon world very much.

"Feng Liangzheng!" Feng Liangzheng's tone was as usual, unmoved, and could not see any emotions on her face. She was clear and cold, as if she was a jade man without emotions.

Xue Suyuan chuckled, "I heard the name of Young Master Feng for a long time. This princess is so well-known. Tonight is unrestrained, it is not my original intention. If there is anything to offend, please ask Mr. Haihan."

Feng Liangzheng nodded, responding to her words, and said lightly, "It's me that's abrupt, and Yu Yenong has nothing to do with it."

Xue Suyuan thought to herself, such a pretender, Xizhou young man, who was very disguised, but he didn't see any hostility. She thought that people who had been in a wheelchair for 10 years would be shady and vicious, but she didn't expect that she had such a look. It was vicious and vicious, but this face was too lying. Why did he want to see him?

Ye Nong was having a headache. When the enemy met, there was nothing particularly jealous about the fight to the death. Instead, it was very calm. Feng Liangzheng, especially Feng Liangzheng, was not as excited as he insisted on meeting the princess.

More is a kind of sorrow.

Ye Nong couldn't understand it, but it seemed good if he didn't make a big move, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with.

Xue Suyuan looked at Feng Liangzheng. She was very, very disliked the Soul-Leaving Symptom. Requiem grass was her last hope. When neither Resurrection Ling nor Feng Qiwutong could save her.

This deep sleep made her realize that she was terminally ill and might be about to lose her soul.
Chapter completed!