Wedding night!I tore the clothes of the God of War

Chapter 572 You must compensate me
In the sea of ​​purple orchids, a slender figure appeared in his sight.

Her back looks alike, really alike...

Feng Yexuan seemed to be possessed by a demon, he stepped lightly, and he came behind her in an instant.

The girl just noticed that someone was coming from behind, and was about to make a move, but was pulled away by the force behind her.

Being, tightly imprisoned in his arms!
"Li'er." Feng Yexuan buried his face in her neck.

Li'er's taste!
It's really his Li'er...

However, the fantasy scene was quickly broken by a hoarse voice: "What are you doing? Let me go!"

It's not Li'er's voice!
Feng Yexuan opened his eyes abruptly, lowered his eyes, and looked at the little girl who was constantly struggling in his arms.

It's not his Li'er, although the back looks very similar, but she is much thinner than Li'er.

Moreover, this voice, this face...is not Li'er!
Feng Yexuan was very angry!Push her away.

The pushing force was a bit too strong, Xiaoyao was caught off guard and pushed to the ground by him.

Fortunately, there is a sea of ​​flowers under him, even if he falls, it doesn't hurt.

It's just a pity.

"This lavender blooms so well it's crushed."

She lowered her head and looked at the flowers that were overwhelmed by her sitting under her, with a look of regret.

Looking at Feng Yexuan again, he raised his eyebrows immediately, and died of anger: "Why are you crazy?"

"Lavender?" Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes, where did he seem to hear this name?
It's Li'er!
When Li'er saw this sea of ​​flowers for the first time, she called her the name Lavender!

Lier...

"What are you going to do?" Seeing him stepping forward with unclear intentions, Xiaoyao felt alarm bells in her heart, and immediately took several steps back.

Accidentally, I stepped on a pile of lavender.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Yexuan calmed down.

Although the figure and breath of this dead girl are indeed very similar, but she is not Li'er!

Could it be because of the appearance of this girl that he behaved so inexplicably towards Li'er?

Thinking about it this way, Feng Yexuan's eyes on Xiaoyao felt a bit chillier.

Xiaoyao couldn't understand what this man was thinking, but he always acted like a stranger, which made her a little flustered.

"I, I have nothing, I just... I just want to get some lavender essential oil... I'm fine, my lord, I'm leaving first!"

Feeling the smell of danger getting stronger and stronger, Xiaoyao didn't even think about it, she turned around and was about to leave.

"This king's place is where you come and go whenever you want?" Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes.

Xiaoyao was suddenly annoyed: "This is the back mountain, not..."

"This back mountain is all within the scope of this king's property, including the flowers you picked, and this king ordered people to plant them with care."

Feng Yexuan took another step forward. At this moment, it looked like it was hard to talk at all.

No, this domineering prince, when will he be able to talk?
"My lord..."

"Do you know how much thought it took to order this flower to be brought back to be planted? Every flower you pick is priceless. How do you plan to compensate?"

"Compensation?" Xiaoyao was completely dumbfounded, isn't it just a few flowers?

Picking a few flowers from him, even talking about the issue of compensation?This prince is too stingy, isn't he?

"You... How much do you want me to pay?" Anyway, it's just a few flowers, and it's probably not worth much, so I hurriedly paid and left.

This broken place will never come again!
Although it is really hard to find flowers this winter, it is a surprise to find a sea of ​​lavender flowers.

However, Xiaoyao was sure about his things, so she dared not touch them.

Never again.

Feng Yexuan seemed to be able to see through her thoughts at a glance.

want to go?Is it that easy?

He pursed his lower lip, and said coldly: "This flower is left by the king for Li'er to appreciate. Naturally, it is priceless. It is calculated as one hundred taels per flower. What you picked, plus the price you just pressed If you die, you must pay me at least [-] taels."

(End of this chapter)