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With a fucking head.

Feng Mochen was all smiles as she listened, her heart already filled with hundreds of thousands of emotions.

This fellow must be doing it on purpose! He didn't like the sight of him, so there was no need for him to mess with him, right?

She smiled awkwardly, her eyes slowly revealing a sly smile: "Are you jealous that I am more handsome than you? As soon as you see me, you are against me. If you think I've stolen your limelight, then just pretend I don't exist. "

Hearing her words, Ye Licha who was standing beside her covered his mouth and chuckled.

His majesty really could say anything.

Shijia Changgong raised his brows, coldly snorted in disapproval: "This prince doesn't have any other mood to target you, but what I'm saying is the truth. Other than you, there's no one else who is more suspicious."

Since she had nothing better to do, he decided to say that she was a thief.

But then again, what was this treasure that was stolen from Rain Kingdom?

Could it be …

Thinking about that, Feng Mochen felt guilty, but she still remained indifferent on the surface. She looked at Shijia Changgong, "You do not have any doubts, it is not up to you to decide."

After saying so, he didn't bother with the man anymore. Instead, he spread out his hands and leaned against the chair. He lazily picked up a grape on the table and started eating.

Who would have thought that there would be purple grapes in the ancient times?

Shijia Changgong did not say anything this time.

A group of people entered the hall. The one leading the group was dressed in a dark red dragon robe. He strode into the hall with a tall and straight back. His handsome face was overcast and his entire body was cold.

That person walked straight in front of Feng Mochen, his sharp eyes staring coldly at Ye Licha who was standing beside her.

Ye Licha's face was calm, his pitch black eyes met with the man's, and the two kept quiet.

Feeling the intense anger, Feng Mochen slowly put down the grapes in her hands and looked at the man in front of him. Her face was handsome, especially her eyes, which were extremely intelligent, as if she wanted to see through him from the beginning to the end, from the inside to the outside.

Such a gaze caused chills to run down his spine.

When she saw him staring at Ye Licha again, she frowned slightly. "King Ye, what do you mean by this? You know little Ye? "

Little Ye?

Hearing this form of address, Ye Luolin slowly narrowed his eyes, as his gaze turned towards the Feng Mochen, "I don't."

Why didn't he know that those sharp eyes were staring at him?

Really.

Feng Mochen laughed softly as she put down the grape in her hand and slowly said: "Oh, I even thought that he had done something bad somewhere that was in King Ye's eyes."

Ye Licha stood there unmoving, his pitch black pupils congealing without a blink of an eye, as if something was being hidden between his brows.

"How come his clothes are missing a corner?" Ye Luolin's eyes were focused, his gaze was sharp, as he spoke indifferently.

Hearing that, Feng Mochen turned to glance at Ye Licha, only to see that the lower right corner of her clothes was torn and missing a piece.

Ye Licha slowly lowered his head and looked at himself. When he realized that his clothes were missing a corner, his childish face revealed a trace of panic.

"Your Highness." Subconsciously moving to Feng Mochen's side, it was a sign of guilt.

This unconscious action surprised everyone present, and they all focused their gazes on them.

Feng Mochen protected him behind her back, raised her head and looked straight at Ye Luolin, laughing softly: It's just that there's one corner missing, is there anything wrong with that? Maybe it was carelessly scraped somewhere. "

"But this one?" Ye Luolin slowly raised his hand, his hand stopped in mid air, and a navy blue cloth belt appeared in front of everyone's eyes.