The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 431 I Can't Protect Myself ([-])

Hearing this, Shen Qiaoyan was a little displeased.

Why should she say that about them!

Ziyin waved his sword to easily block the attack from the black clothes, glanced at Shen Qiaoyan's displeased face, and said with a slight smile, "My lady, don't be angry, I will vent this anger for you later for my husband."

Shen Qiaoyan raised her eyes, feeling worried and aggrieved, she said coldly, "Let me do it!"

As Shen Qiaoyan spoke, she stretched out her hand and violently broke free from Ziyin's restraint.

As she turned around, she pulled out the long whip she had prepared earlier in the morning from her waist.

Ziyin frowned, and a trace of worry flashed across his eyes, and said, "Be careful."

After the words fell, the black clothes slapped Shen Qiaoyan again, causing Shen Qiaoyan's black silk to flutter in the air.

Shen Qiaoyan is not stupid, seeing that slap was enough to cause her internal injuries, she immediately had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and with a wave of the long whip, her body quickly retreated, avoiding a catastrophe.

She is dressed in red, her red lips are bright, and her cold eyes are full of anger, which is no less than the aura of black clothes.

Shen Qiaoyan looked at the black dress, frowning slightly, the whole body was covered by the black veil, although she couldn't see the face at all, but she felt that she seemed to have seen it somewhere, it was very familiar.

And after seeing Shen Qiaoyan's face, the black-clothed body froze for a moment.

"Blood-devouring crazy girl?" Hei Yi asked with a frown.

Shen Qiaoyan frowned.

What does this person want to do?
To slander her severely?

"Miss, don't worry about her." Ziyin looked sideways at Shen Qiaoyan and said.

Shen Qiaoyan nodded.

Then, the black clothes suddenly let out a stern laugh, "Blood-devouring crazy girl! Hahaha!"

"Ziyin! You bastard! After so many years, you still don't want to give up!?"

Suddenly, a clear voice came from the black clothes, and she seemed to change her face, with some anger in her tone.

Shen Qiaoyan was startled, turned her head to look at Ziyin, and asked in bewilderment, "She knows you?"

Ziyin said nothing.

Heiyi laughed wildly again, and said coldly, "You still haven't given up! Do you think you haven't hurt her enough?"

Shen Qiaoyan frowned, the more she listened, the more confused she became.

A bitter look suddenly appeared in Ziyin's deep eyes, he turned his head and stared closely at Shen Qiaoyan for a long time, but didn't say a word.

Shen Qiaoyan's brows sank deeper and deeper, she couldn't see Ziyin's face, and didn't know what kind of expression Ziyin had on his face at the moment.

She didn't know who the "she" in the black clothes was, what did "not give up" and "not give up" mean?
she does not know.

Shen Qiaoyan hooked her lips and smiled wryly.

At this moment, she realized that Ziyin knew her well, but she knew nothing about Ziyin.

Knowing nothing, she promised herself to him so easily.

Shen Qiaoyan's hand holding the long whip suddenly dropped, and the scene of her being with Ziyin flashed in her mind.

She has silver hair and a beautiful face.

"what!"

Suddenly, there was a scream in the hall.

"Smart words!" Ziyin called out nervously.

Shen Qiaoyan clutched her heart that was suddenly aching, and fell to the ground, as if many pictures flashed through her head, what she knew, what she didn't know, accompanied by bursts of throbbing pain deep in her body.

"It hurts!" Shen Qiaoyan screamed bitterly on the ground holding her chest.

"Qiaoyan!" Ziyin threw down the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Shen Qiaoyan, "It's okay, I'm here."

Just at this time, Heiyi looked at Shen Qiaoyan's appearance and was furious in her heart. She hit Ziyin with a palm of black whirlwind, and said angrily, "Huh! Everything is you!"

(End of this chapter)