Fainting from anger (1)
Rong Heng's eyes were cold. His fluttering white clothes made his handsome face look even more cold and indifferent.
" only i have the right to decide who is suitable to be my wife. it's not up to you to speak. "
At that moment, ye Lan's expression changed. She raised her hand in anger and threw a slap at Rong Heng.
However, before her slap could land on Rong Heng's face, di Xiaoyun's hand had already grabbed her wrist tightly.
Baka!
Ye LAN suddenly tightened her grip and a crisp sound rang out. The pain caused ye Lan's face to pale.
The guards in the palace quickly drew their swords and surrounded di Xiaoyun and the others. All the tips of their swords were pointed at her.
"Xiaoyun, what should we do with these people?"
Chu Yiyi clenched her fists so tightly that they made cracking sounds. Her eyes were filled with a sinister light as she laughed coldly at the group of people who were seeking their own deaths.