The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 37 The Baby in the Deep Cave

After Qi Jinghuan's words broke her mind, she smiled falsely and agreed: "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the insightful eyes of the Ninth Prince."

"What are you calling me?" He frowned almost invisible, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and there was obviously a little displeasure on his stern face.

It's not surprising that the words Nine Princes came out of other people's mouths.

But hearing these three words from her mouth made him very uncomfortable and even disgusted.

"Ninth Prince!" Xie Wanrong said angrily.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a shadow shrouded her head. When she raised her eyes, Qi Jinghuan was only three fists away from her.

Just as she was about to retreat, Qi Jinghuan grabbed her wrist tightly.

She said angrily, "let go of me!"

"Really want to let go?" Qi Jinghuan carefully looked at Xie Wanrong's face, and said word by word, obviously he had an iceberg cold face, but Xie Wanrong actually saw a trace of constriction on his face.

"Let go." She squinted at him and said in a deep voice.

Qi Jinghuan loosened his hold on her a little bit, and really let go of her.

Xie Wanrong subconsciously took a few steps back, suddenly her feet were empty, and her body fell uncontrollably.

thump—

She fell heavily into a hole...

This hole is neither deep nor shallow, she has not yet learned the Royal Flying Technique, as far as she is concerned, she cannot climb out.

She fell to the ground and looked up. Qi Jinghuan was standing by the cave, with a slight smile on his brows and eyes. From her perspective, he was tall and tall, as if standing on top of the world, looking down on the world.

"Wan'er, it doesn't hurt from the fall, does it?" His unhurried voice came slowly, with a smile that was not a smile.

"Then why don't you come down and try." Xie Wanrong tried to move her body, but found that her left ankle was dislocated, she cursed secretly, and squeezed her ankle hard.

"Are you injured?" Qi Jinghuan suddenly put away the smile when he saw that Xie Wanrong's face was unwell.

Damn!

This girl can't speak soft words?
He looked at Xie Wanrong who was bracing himself to be brave, he felt anxious, and hurriedly said: "Don't move!"

Xie Wanrong couldn't care about Qi Jinghuan, for this little injury, she exerted a little force on her hand, and only heard "Teng!", the bone was straightened.

She wiped the fine sweat on her forehead with her sleeve, stood up slowly, and tried to move again, except for a little pain, nothing serious.

Suddenly a strong wind blew by, she knew it was Qi Jinghuan, without any hesitation, she turned around and kicked his leg.

Qi Jinghuan didn't hide, but frowned slightly, "Have you relieved your anger?"

Xie Wanrong's face turned blue, she pointed at the trap: "You dug this?!"

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. How could he dig this trap in the forest.

Qi Jinghuan's originally tense brows relaxed for a moment, and he still spoke with such strength, it shouldn't be a serious problem.

His generous palms gently covered Xie Wanrong's waist, and Xie Wanrong felt his world spinning, and was already hugged by Qi Jinghuan.

He really can move his hands but not speak!
Xie Wanrong's face was flushed, and she pushed hard: "I can go!"

Of course Qi Jinghuan knew that she could walk by herself, she kicked that kick just now was not light.

He lowered his eyes, reflecting Xie Wanrong's blushing little face in his eyes, his heart was in a daze, and his voice was hoarse and charming: "Xie-wan-rong, if you move around again, this king may not be able to do anything to you. What's the matter!"

"..."

Hearing this, Xie Wanrong was slightly taken aback, and immediately calmed down, her blushing face darkened a bit, she believed that he could really do something!
Qi Jinghuan smiled on his lips, dressed gracefully, ready to leave here with Xie Wanrong in his arms.

"Wait!" Xie Wanrong was anxious, and even her voice was a little bit off: "Put me down!"

"Thank you Wanrong!" Qi Jinghuan's voice was low and cold, a pair of jet-black phoenix eyes stared at her intently, and his thin lips were pursed lightly.

"There's something there." Xie Wanrong was helpless, she pointed to a place behind him.

She couldn't help thinking to herself, what did she do to be entangled by this uncertain Ninth Prince.

(End of this chapter)