Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Once the teenager attacked the white clothes, as he approached him, he saw a slight smile on the pale and delicate face. His voice sounded like a spring. "I came to find Miaoren's brother. ”

The male waiter naturally recognized it. He hastened to perform a courtesy. “Young-son, the slave will inform the master immediately, and ask the son to wait a moment. ”

He pushed the door open, "Master, when someone really came to see you, it was Young Master. ”

Miao Renmu stashed all the Dan medicine away, no surprise on his face, just nodded, "Let him in. ”

Pour two cups of tea on the table and the waiter retreats and closes the door carefully.

Yin Xueyuan's lips coughed a few times and said softly, “This tea is sweet, Miaoren's brother may give me some? ”

Miaoren Mo faintly said, “This tea is just ordinary tea, Yin brother joked. ”

The teenager bent his lips and did not speak.

“Ji Shuiyan is your hand and foot?” Miaoren Mo asked bluntly.

“If Miaoren's brother knew, why should he ask?” In the eyes of Snowy Abyss, he moaned with a smile.

Ben was born beautiful, so smiling, very pleasing in the heart.

Miaoren Mo looked straight over and frowned, "Is he alive? ”

“If he doesn't live, that's not what I'm going to answer.” The white teenager dyed his pale lips with a bright layer of tea in his hand, his eyes were like stars, making people look at him, and he would only sigh once so raw and handsome.

“What do you mean?” The tighter the ink, the more chilly the tone became, "he was able to spare some people on weekdays, but didn't let you kill him. ”

“Dang...”

The teapot landed on the table, and Yin Xueyuan raised his eyes and smiled. "If I want to kill, there is no one in the world I can't kill. ”

Miao ren was silent for a while, "Are you here today to take my life? ”

The teenager shook his head gently and crooked his face. “You are so smart, since you guessed I would come, you naturally understand. ”

Miaoren Ink took a deep breath, “I used to just like the prince, juvenile heart, now it seems that I left my eyes, from the beginning, this was all in your plan. ”

Yin Xueyuan stayed calm and looked at him with interest. "Oh? What do you mean?”

Miao Ren Mu Leng Jiao, “You lurk in this royal palace, there must be a purpose for you, no matter what your purpose, the king is always true to you. ”

The low smile sounded, the teenager did not laugh back, “It seems that one of you really likes to tighten up the wife owner, I am happy with her, naturally to give her the best things in the world. ”

Finished, the smile faded, the tone of cold, “What are you, dare to question my feelings for my wife? ”

Though there is no movement, just listening can feel the cold killing as fine as a needle.

Miaoren's inky face instantly grew blue, and the blues in the forehead corner of her hand burst together, some faint sounds of boredom, knocking over the hot tea.

When the waiter outside the door heard the noise and was about to enter, he was stopped drinking.

Miaoren Ink raised her face, “What did you do to me? ”

Yin Xueyuan watched the drama and admired his wretched posture. He bent his eyes and said, "How does it feel to be eaten by a hundred tricks? ”

Miao Man's ink horn exuds a great deal of cold sweat, rather than die, “you... kill if you want to. ”

“You said I didn't want to kill you, but it's just not the right time.” Yin Xueyuan slowly said, “I can spare your life as long as you take the initiative to leave the royal palace and no longer appear in front of your wife. ”