Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 88 You are so fierce.

There was no one inside the door, and the cold wind slowly poured in.

Gong Ninghuan keenly sensed a hint of danger, and while holding a circle of light out of thin air to hide in her palm, she pushed the door completely open and walked in.

The room was dark, but because the door was open, the moonlight outside poured in, Gong Ninghuan saw a figure in the dim light and shadow.

The cold moonlight elongated that tall and stern figure, and there was still a touch of bright red and bright red clothes. He seemed to have just half-lyed down on the couch, with his back to her, leaning lazily on the side of the couch On the desk, he held a booklet in one hand, the light from the window came in, and the light and shadow of the hollow carved pane fell on his outstretched slender fingers, flipping his fingertips lightly, slightly lowering his graceful neck Lines, charming side face, a rather interesting look.

Gong Ninghuan stared at his side face for a moment, and saw that his lips were slightly parted, the lips were beautifully shaped, and the corners of his lips could be drawn out in a very provocative and beautiful arc, and his voice was as soft and lazy as ever. "Did you draw it? None of these dragons look better than mine."

Gong Ning opened her palms together, and the halo of light burst away. She raised the table and chair and threw it at the person. With a bang, the table and chair fell to pieces on the couch and the window eaves, but the person disappeared instantly.

All of a sudden, a light itchy breath brushed against the crest of her neck. Even though Gong Ninghuan was exhausted at this time, her eyes were still red with blood, and the internal force of the twelve points of the wind was blowing behind her like a gust of wind. This time the person let out a muffled snort She fought back, and honestly backed away, raised a pair of peach blossom eyes to look at Gong Ninghuan sadly and said, "You are so fierce."

"You came well." Gong Ninghuan only stopped to say these four words, with murderous intent in her eyes, without the slightest hesitation, and it was even more impossible to let Nan Jue off at this juncture.

But Nan Jue said slowly at the moment when she let go of her big move: "Your little husband is gone."

Gong Ninghuan paused, raised her eyes and looked sharply at him who was close at hand. The halo in the palm of her hand was still spinning violently waiting to explode, but Nan Jue pushed her hand away unhurriedly. Picked up the loot, opened it up, and it's a painting...

Gong Ninghuan's eyelids twitched, and she stretched out her hand to snatch it away. Nan Jue dodged this time, and followed behind Gong Ninghuan with a pleasant chuckle, "So you drew me. It's so beautiful, I just said You will miss me."

Gong Ninghuan clenched her hands tightly and opened them again, repeated several times, took a deep breath, turned back with a cold expression on her face, and said coldly, "You mean, Nan Gu is in your hands?"

"That's right." Nan Jue said casually while admiring his own portrait with his eyes downcast, "The treasure your Gong family wants, unfortunately, I want it too."

Gong Ninghuan stared at him for a while, narrowed her eyes and said, "You did what happened to Gong Zhiyue?"

Originally, Gong Ninghuan didn't think about it, but when she saw Nan Jue holding the painting in her hand, she suddenly remembered a missing detail when she saw Gong Zhiyue screaming madly in the restaurant, Gong Zhiyue After seeing this painting, I became extremely frightened as if I was frightened by something...

Nan Jue slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at her carefully, and said displeasedly, "Slander."

"The reason for doing this is that you don't want Gong Sicheng to tell me your identity?" Gong Ninghuan continued to stare at him.

Nan Jue frowned slightly, as if he felt a bit strange and inexplicable.

(End of this chapter)