Chapter 1174

Leng Jun Aosen's tight handsome face suddenly eased a little, and his mellow magnetic voice was lazy: "I suddenly changed my mind, I want you two to see each other."

Hearing the speech, Yelv jiaoru holds Zhao Wanxi's little hand more tightly. I don't know whether she is excited or nervous.

But Zhao Wanxi doesn't agree with the man's decision. From her bloody body, she can't imagine the miserable picture in the dungeon. She thinks that Princess jiaoru is not suitable to see Leng Siyan.

"Don't go..."

Zhao Wanxi tugs at Yelv jiaoru's little hand, and her voice is low.

Yelv jiaoru's Apricot eyes are intricate. She can read the eyes of Wanxi. The eyes pass her bloody plain clothes. She clenches her fist and clenches her teeth: "thank you, Nanlin emperor!"

She would like to see Leng Siyan, maybe It's really the last chance to meet!

Leng Jun's eyes are bright and charming. With a sign in his eyes, the soldiers waiting for him rush up and escort Yelv jiaoru out. The man also follows him.

Zhao Wanxi's eyebrows were tight. She stood in the same place for a few seconds and chased out in a hurry.

Dusk four holding children standing outside the door, in a dilemma, chasing past seems to be out of time.

"Little ancestor, you are sleeping!"

He murmured in a low voice, didn't the little master sleep well the other two days? Why have you been playing with your eyes open for a long time.

At the gate of the dungeon, Leng junao walked in and heard the movement behind him. The man looked back at Zhao Wanxi's eyes and frowned: "what are you doing?"

"I can't let you hurt innocent people..."

She refers to Yelv jiaoru and her baby. With her understanding of Leng junao, this man really has nothing to do. She is worried that the man will kill Yelv jiaoru and her son in front of him in order to revenge Leng Siyan.

Leng Jun Ao's narrow eyes half narrowed, thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line, staring at her for a few seconds, but did not say anything, turned around and went into the dungeon.

He's angry!

Zhao Wanxi could feel that the man was angry just now, but she had no time to worry too much. She followed him and walked into the dungeon.

The cold air came again, and the stillness of death added some strange tension.

Yelv jiaoru was escorted to walk in front of her. She could not help shivering. For the first time in her life, she stepped into the dungeon, timidly.

When the door of the prison was opened and the torch was lit, Yelv jiaoru, who was the first to see the tragedy in front of her, screamed. Her voice was filled with fear and heartache. Zhao Wanxi wanted to go in, but was blocked by a strong arm.

Leng Jun Aosen's cold voice said: "stay outside! I won't kill her yet... "

A man's eyes, there are soldiers ordered from outside to stop Zhao Wanxi's way, she can only watch the man's back into the prison door.

Yelv jiaoru fell to the ground paralyzed by the sight, and her scream awakened Leng Siyan who had just fallen into a short coma.

Leng Siyan fell in the pool of blood and lost his arms. His blood and tears blurred eagle eyes looked at the tall figure coming in. The light of his eyes slowly slid down to the ground. When he saw Yelv jiaoru clearly, the eagle eyes were dim and subconsciously glanced at her abdomen. The dim light of his eyes was tight for a moment.

Originally, he thought that what Zhao Wanxi brought was a lie, and her real purpose was to torture his mind.