The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

At this time, Ling Sirou was smart enough not to appear in front of Feng Jue. Feng never believed that those people just happened to appear there, so she specially sent someone to investigate, and the result was unexpected.
Holding the news in her hand, she stepped into Ling Sirou's room for the first time. When Ling Sirou saw Feng Jue coming, her face blushed with excitement. She was so surprised that she didn't notice the difference in Feng Jue until a gust of cold air rushed over her face It was only then that Ling Sirou noticed something strange.

"Jesus, you, what's the matter with you?"

"Jue, did you call this name?"

A deadly tenderness emerged from Feng Jue's cold voice, and the smile on his face was like a devil, making people tremble with fear. Ling Sirou had never seen Feng Jue like this before. The Feng Jue she saw was, He has always been gentle and polite, but is this demon really the Feng Jue she knows? [

"Are you afraid? Afraid of what?"

The corners of Feng Jue's lips curled into a vicious smile, the gentle and jade-like Feng Jue and the cold Feng Jue are like two different people.

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

Ling Sirou was still struggling, Feng Jue threw the paper in his hand towards her.

Feng Jue's face was as cold as ice, he was wearing a blue brocade robe, and standing in the candlelight, he looked like a messenger from hell, the surging anger and coldness were extremely frightening, and she couldn't help being frightened.

Raising his hand, all the paper in his hand fell on her body. The paper scattered and flew all over the sky, like a layer of faint color of death.

Trembling, Ling Sirou picked up the paper Feng Jue threw at her, the handwriting on it was so familiar, she was so familiar that she clearly remembered that this was the letter she had sent to those people two days ago.

Him, how did he find out?My maid betrayed me?No, that is her confidant, she will not betray herself.

"I don't want anyone to know, unless I don't know what to do. Your heart is really vicious. That's your own sister. Why did she offend you? How dare you treat her like this? You really deserve to die"

Her hands were raised high, but they didn't fall down. Ling Sirou looked at Feng Jue, gloomy and cold, with a hostile aura circulating all over her body, extremely aggressive, and there was no trace of tenderness in those deep eyes. Desire, some are just a barren cold.

"Fight, why not fight?"

Seeing that his hand didn't fall, she still had a little expectation in her heart. He smiled coldly, "I'm afraid I'll get my hands dirty if I hit you. Don't you like a life of fighting like this? Then the king will satisfy you."