The First Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Two Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Sixty-Nine)

Jiu Zhiqing didn't know what to say for a while.

The corners of Chu Nanjing's lips slowly brought up a sarcastic smile, but his eyes were extremely cold, and the cruel words spit out lightly: "Do I need you to like me?"

"I don't accept liking from anyone."

anyone.

Ah.

"Honey, don't waste my time." Chu Nanjing smiled with a hooked lips, and his soft tone seemed to be flirting, gentle and cruel.

He narrowed his eyes.

Not interested anymore, tsk.

Speaking of the Seven Palaces,

Another fourth wave of people came to assassinate Ranbai.

"Lord, be careful!" The person who spoke out was a male slave who was serving in the living room.

Ranbai faced the oncoming blade, slightly sideways and dodged.

He solved it at will, and dyed Bai's eyes to look at the male slave.

Ranbai threw the long sword aside, the corners of his lips hooked with a perfect arc, and he smiled three-pointed and seven-pointed away.

The male slave was stunned as he looked at Dyeing Bai's understatement to deal with so many people in black, opened his mouth, and then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. It is clear: "Fortunately, the lord is fine."

At this time, Butler Li hurried over.

"Your Highness, are you alright!" Butler Li looked at the corpses all over the floor and said with concern.

"What do you think?" Ranbai stood there, "Why don't you try it?"

Butler Li: "..."

Butler Li wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and asked worriedly to Ranbai, "My lord, how can we deal with this?"

"Pack up, that's it." Ranbai said casually, looking a little careless.

Butler Li hesitated for a moment, "Don't you need to look it up? Besides, it's not a problem that someone always comes to assassinate him. Why don't you find someone to protect the prince."

Dianbai glanced at Butler Li with a smile that was not a smile.

This is a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties, with a happy body and a worried look on her face.

She clapped her hands casually, "No need, just listen to what this king says."

Butler Li's expression changed: "It's the old slave who thinks too much, remember what the lord said."

Ranbai chuckled lightly, her brows raised slightly, the smile was gentle and harmless, but it gave a faint sense of alienation, as if you couldn't get close to that person no matter what you did, "Whatever, go."

Immediately, her footsteps paused, and her smiling eyes fell on the male slave who had just made a sound.

Facing the dyed white eyes, the male slave felt a little uncomfortable, and shyly whispered: "My lord..."

"What's your name?" She said softly, her voice clear and full of a faint smile.

"Back to the lord, the slave's name is Luoru."

Dianbai gave a faint "Oh", and his eyes seemed to be smiling, as if he could look directly into the depths of people's hearts.

After just a few seconds passed.

Ranbai withdrew his gaze and left without reluctance.

Luo Ru looked at Ran Bai and left like this, her expression stunned, "Your Highness..."

Ignoring this person, Ye Yanhan and Chu Nanjing left immediately.

Butler Li looked at the corpse on the ground, frowned, and muttered, "What's the matter?"

He looked up at Luo Ru and waved his hand impatiently: "What are you thinking? Your lord is not something you can imagine!"

Luo Ru lost his gaze, then walked up to Butler Li and said flatteringly, "I'll help you, Butler Li."

Ranbai walked out of the living room with an indifferent expression.

She looked up at the dazzling sun, narrowed her eyes slightly, and blocked her eyes with her hands.

The sun shone through his fingers, and his long and beautiful hands cast a dark shadow on his pale and delicate face.