Chapter 1831 Hello, Young Marshal 9

After Su Yan finished speaking, she looked at Yuan Zimi.

blink,

"These dishes are all here, but you don't seem to like any of them."

After finishing speaking, she stopped going to see him and ate her own food.

She spoke in a low voice, but the room is so quiet, and because of what she said before, everyone is looking at her.

When she said those words, listening to other people's ears, she naturally heard other deep meanings.

Yuan Zimi raised his hand, motioning for the messenger behind him to go down.

Then, his thin lips curled up, and he looked at Su Yan with a smile

"Why did Miss Peony say that?"

Su Yan looked at him seriously

"You haven't touched these dishes, don't you like them?"

Yuan Zimi was taken aback.

he opened his mouth

"The capable live there."

He signaled her that what he asked was not this dish, but this question.

Su Yan put down her chopsticks.

She tugged on the sable kangaroo on her body.

"In the era of separatist regimes, if you are not strong, you will be the one who is cut off.

Who can become the leader is not important, who survives is more important.

Otherwise, in less than ten years, the Yuan family will be gone, who will remember? "

In such a chaotic era, what is needed is to be able to annex other separatists and become a winner.

Naturally, it must be judged by those who can.

What kind of son is not a son, what kind of relative is not.

When you die, the enemy doesn't care whether you kiss or not.

The most important thing is to survive in this chaotic time.

Yuan Zimi raised his brows, but he didn't expect the singer to say such a thing.

It seems that since yesterday, she has been surprising him.

He laughed out loud

"Miss Peony is so transparent, it's a pity to be a singing girl."

While talking, he always felt that this woman didn't have a pungent perfume smell, but a burst of milky smell.

Like... soaked from toffee.

Yuan Zixin patted the table and stood up angrily

"You, you are talking nonsense!"

It's just that this time, the range of motion was bigger, as if the wound was being pulled.

He frowned suddenly in pain, took a step back, and fell on the chair.

"Xin'er!"

One of the aunts immediately stood up and spoke, walking to Yuan Zixin's side.

"Quick, go and call the doctor."

With tears in his eyes, full of distress.

Then he watched a large blood ooze out of Yuan Zixin's abdomen.

"Ah, it's bleeding!"

An aunt next to her exclaimed.

Suddenly the scene became more panicked.

The aunt who was holding Yuan Zixin glared at Yuan Zimi angrily with tears in her eyes

"Are you satisfied now?!"

Su Yan doubts

"Satisfied with what?

He got hurt because he was stupid and always looking for trouble.

Now that the wound is bursting open, it is because he himself is too excited and moves too much.

Now that he is lying on the ground, the three-point pain is real, and the seven-point pain is fake.

After being stabbed yesterday, he dragged his wound and ran for hundreds of meters, so he wouldn't pass out so easily. "

After the words fell, the aunt stood up all at once.

"you!"

Pointing at Su Yan with bright red nails, she glared angrily.

"get out!!"

Su Yan nodded

"Then, goodbye."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out.

Xiao Hua whispered

"Host, uh... Xiaohua just heard your tone a little offended."

Su Yan thought about it carefully for a while,

"Maybe."

"Master, you haven't forgotten that your strength hasn't recovered yet, have you?"

"I haven't forgotten."

"The host used to be a person who seldom talked~~"

Even if the previous host knew about it, it had nothing to do with him, and he wouldn't get involved.

In the host's words, it's someone else's business, it's not good for her to take care of it.

What happened this time?

For a long time, Su Yan slowly

"I just don't like it when people blame him in that disgusting tone."

Gone.

happy mid-Autumn Festival.

Tomorrow eight changes will be resumed.