Fengwu Jiangshan: The hot wolf princess is too evil

Above the head, the pressure was getting heavier and heavier. As time passed, the patience of the regent seemed to be slowly disappearing.

Mu Zihan looked at him indifferently with a pair of icy eyes, and slowly there were some broken ice peaks in his eyes. He seemed to realize something, turned his head, and glanced at Wei Ning.

Wei Ningqingjue's small face carried the childishness of a teenager, and it was as green as a green plum. Even if you bite it, you will be trembling with sourness.

Her clear eyes drooped slightly, and the thick eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes, making it impossible to see through.

"Qing Ning, tell me." Mu Zihan said suddenly.

What he called was the prince's name, and his tone completely fit the image of his uncle. After all, the prince in front of him was his nephew.

Duanmulei trembled all over, quickly raised his head, and glanced at Weining.

His eyes are full of threats, vicious!

Although Mu Zihan looked at Unning, but from the corner of his eyes, he still caught Duanmulei's fierce eyes.

There was an unknown fire in his heart, and for some reason, the unstoppable anger made his complexion a bit colder in an instant.

"Qing Ning, no matter what happens, tell the truth!" His tone couldn't help but aggravate.

Duanmulei's clothes were soaked in cold sweat. He was interrogated by Wang An for several days, and he had never taken a bath.

If Mu Qingning dared to talk nonsense, even if he issued a gold medal mission in Xinghe, he would kill her!

At the risk of being punished by the regent, he went all out!

Anyway, no matter what, the regent is his elder brother, and for the sake of his father, he will not be executed.

At most, I will suffer a little bit of flesh and blood!

Having made up his mind a long time ago, he waited for the prince to speak.

Wei Ning looked at him indifferently with downcast eyes, and after a while pretended to be innocent and asked: "I said, what are you talking about?"

Duanmulei was taken aback, and Mu Zihan narrowed his eyes slightly.

But Wei Ning said in a low voice: "Well, that day, the young master came to me because he gave me something..."

Duan Mulei raised his head in disbelief, but only saw Wei Ning's small head drooping, finger touching the cuff.

She, she actually lied?

Duan Mulei's heart felt relaxed all of a sudden, as if a huge boulder was weighing on his body, it was suddenly unloaded.

Fortunately, he really wanted to jump up and cheer!

The determination of a strong man to cut off his wrist just now, when I think about it now, is really terrifying!

Facing the anger of the regent king, he would rather be slaughtered with one knife!

"Qing Ning." Mu Zihan's tone suddenly became a little more serious, and his deep voice was scary.

He wants her to tell the truth, even dare not tell the truth?

"It's really just a gift!" Wei Ning said quickly.

"What for?" Mu Zihan asked coldly.

"Ah?" Wei Ning scratched the back of her head cutely, made a silly movement, and her voice was as small as a mosquito, "That's right, it's the erotic|gong|picture..."

The meeting hall suddenly became very quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Duan Mulei's expression froze, and Mu Zihan's expression also changed instantly.

After a while, Mu Zihan waved his hands tiredly: "In this case, let's go down."

"Yes!" Duanmulei stood up exhausted as if he had been lifted out of the water as if he had been pardoned, and quickly withdrew without daring to delay for a moment.