6.14

Jiang Jiamian's chin was pinched tightly, and it was destined to be difficult to break free. Jiang Jiamian chose to directly raise his hand to cover Yan Wuluan's mouth, solving the problem from the root.

Yan Wuluan: "..."

The warm palm of Jiang Jiamian's hand touched his mouth like this.

It directly blurred his brewing emotions.

"What does great destruction mean?"

Yan Wuluan's voice was muffled in Jiang Jiamian's hand.

Jiang Jiamian smiled slowly and then changed the subject, "I want to ask, did you win the throne by exterminating your relatives for justice?"

This topic did seem to arouse Yan Wuluan's desire to tell him, and he gently grabbed Jiang Jiamian's hand covering his mouth and slowly moved it away. He raised a cool and mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Killing relatives out of justice? Do I have any relatives?"