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Chapter 389 Restoration of Snow Mountain Fire Lotus

Chapter 390 Restoration of Snow Mountain Fire Lotus
Xianliang Building.

Stacks of exquisite meals were placed on the long table, and An Ran sat next to Qing Cang.

Because her right hand was again wrapped in gauze and wrapped into a steamed bun shape, and An Ran really didn't want to be fed by this person like a mentally retarded person.

Holding a spoon in the shape of white flowers and blue lotus in his left hand, he spooned the porridge into his mouth spoon by spoon. From time to time, a pair of big knuckle-knuckle hands held the barbecue and put it on the spoon.

And this porridge is soft and fragrant, it melts in your mouth, it's delicious, so it's not too monotonous.

An Ran looked at the edges and corners of the man who was rigid and indifferent, and smacked her lips

"Qingcang, when can my gauze be removed?"

Yu Wei said that he could dismantle it when he returned to the Xiangtian Empire.

But An Ran didn't dare to say this.

I had to discuss it in my heart.

An Ran's hamstring was broken, and her right wrist was crushed. It sounds like a serious injury.

But all in all, it's just trauma, and the internal organs and vitality have not been irreversibly damaged.

The reason why he was so severe that day that he was unconscious or even in shock was probably caused by excessive bleeding.

Now that she has been eating and drinking for so long, and all those rare medicines have been found to treat her wounds, or to nourish her body.

This time when he returned to the Xiangtian Empire, Yu Wei did not come with him, and it was also because An Ran's body had already been recuperated, her hamstrings were spliced, nourished with Yuan force every night, and she had recovered like a newborn.

The reason why An Ran sometimes has a tingling feeling is because the connected places have not yet fully matched.

As for the wrist, as long as you don't lift heavy objects and are not subjected to severe resistance, simple things like eating can be completely manipulated.

But·························

The black eyes were narrowed, and the rigid side face became more cold for some reason. He took a mouthful of barbecue and put it in his mouth, pursing his lips without saying a word.

Then there was a heavy knock on the door.

Yulin came out from nowhere. She was dressed in black, and her aura was restrained. Although her face was still resolute, she was not as shy as before.

Opening the door, listening to Yulin's voice,
"His Royal Highness Jingxuan."

As he spoke, he looked at Qing Cang's position until he saw that indifferent face nodding his head slightly, then he let go of the doorknob and let him in.

An Ran turned around and looked in the direction of the door.

Then I heard a rough voice with surprise
"Huh? Why does this brother look familiar?"

The first person who caught the eye was dressed in a red robe, with a tall and straight figure, a stream of light in her peach eyes, a casual smile on her thin red lips, and an evil charm all over her body. This is Xiang Tianjingxuan.

Hearing the magnetic voice, he saw Qing Cang and An Ran who were eating at a glance

"It's better to come early than coincidentally. It's a rare opportunity to finally be able to use little Anran's craft again."

Immediately after, another person entered the field of vision, with a rough figure, tall and round eyes, and the most impressive image was the bald head, looking like a rough guy.

An Ran said with a smile

"His Royal Highness Jingxuan, Zhou Wuxia, long time no see."

The rough guy who followed Xiang Tianjingxuan was Zhou Wuxia.

He was staring at the person who opened the door for him, recalling where he had seen this person before, he was attracted by An Ran's voice, stepped over, laughed loudly and said

"An Ran, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Where's Xia Bing's little girl? I didn't give it to you...uh..."

The voice stopped suddenly when he saw the indifferent and rigid face sitting beside An Ran.

Scratching his head, he paused in his steps.

Panic flashed in his eyes, he didn't know how to address him, everything in his heart was written on his face.

"...The king... is also...here."

No matter how nervous Zhou Wuxia was, he knew the identity of this powerful man from Xia Bing and Xiang Tianjingxuan these days.

Even though this person has put away all his aura.

But it is still impossible to ignore.

Xiang Tianjingxuan grabbed Zhou Wuxia's arm, walked to the long table, and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Waving to Yulin standing by the door

"Give me some bowls and chopsticks for Your Highness."

Unceremonious order.

Yulin glanced at the four people on the table, walked into the kitchen, and came out with two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

The casual smile on Xiang Tianjingxuan's face widened.

Although Yulin is Qingcang's subordinate, he doesn't listen to anyone except Qingcang's orders.

If this was left in the past, they would definitely have to go outside to practice and practice to determine the outcome.

Even his status as the prince of the Xiangtian Empire is ignored.

Not to mention treating him like a little slave.

Jimo Qingcang didn't lift his eyes, just put vegetables in An Ran's spoon from time to time, without saying a word.

An Ran raised her eyes, put down the spoon in her hand, grabbed the cuff of Qing Cang's purple robe with her still intact hand, her eyes wandered back and forth between Qing Cang and Zhou Wuxia.

It's like selling a pass,
"His name is now Qin Tianyu."

The dark eyes glanced at An Ran, but said nothing.

Compared to letting the entire Xiuyuan Continent know that the king of the Ziyun Empire is studying at Huaishu Academy, it is better to use the name Qin Tianyu.

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Zhou Wuxia was stunned for a moment, then scratched his bald head and laughed.

He even called the king of the Ziyun Empire once a brother and brother, no matter how he said it, it was enough to shock everyone, right?
Xiang Tianjingxuan took a bite of the vegetable and chewed it, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Little Anran's skills have declined."

As he said that, his eyes were at the same level as the hand wrapped like a steamed bun.

I couldn't hold back for a while, and laughed out loud.

"Why is little Anran wrapping the steamed buns in her hands? Is she afraid that the meatballs will be eaten?"

Wanton laughter permeated the small building.

Until a chopstick flashed sharply against his lips, and stuck on the white and smooth wall behind him.

Three feet into the wall.

The laughter stopped suddenly.

"Well····"

If he hadn't reacted quickly and turned his head to the right just now, then this time, it would not have been inserted into the wall, but into his throat.

Stopping Xiang Tianjingxuan's abrupt smile, An Ran's undisguised sarcasm

"Deserving it."

At first, I thought the steamed bun in my hand was ugly, but now... I glanced at the man with an indifferent face beside me.

This steamed bun doesn't look that ugly either.

think about it,

"Oh, that's right."

An Ran's wrist flipped two invitation cards and they appeared in An Ran's hand.

One is dark purple in color, with wanton publicity written on it.

The color of one is close to black, and the word "invitation" is printed on it in gilt.

(End of this chapter)