His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Chapter 665 This wine also seems to have no taste
"What I care about is never Luo Er's status as the crown prince, only you." Ji Qiu said.

It's just her, the younger sister who has been in his heart since he was a child...

Sui Jun Luomo, after Ji Chou's words, she couldn't say a word after she had prepared her speech. The strange emotion in her heart made her reluctant to ask this person's sincerity.

"Brother is from Moling." Suddenly, Ji Qiu said.

Sui Junluo's pupils trembled, and he looked at Ji Chou in disbelief, feeling as if he had knocked over a soy sauce bottle in his heart, full of flavors.

"Does Luoer still trust me?" Ji Chou asked.

The pupils enlarged slightly, looking at Ji Chou, who was also pale beside her, and met those eyes that were obviously cold and calm, but made her notice a trace of tension, Sui Junluo's eyes drooped.

Believe it or not?

In fact, didn't I already have a choice in my heart...

Ling lips parted slightly, and just when Sui Junluo was about to say something, the knock on the door rang again, and this time, after the knock on the door, before the two people in the room reacted, the door was blocked. push away.

Stepping into the room with a touch of blackness, following the entry of that touch of blackness, the room seems to be brought into a splendor, looking domineering, but at the same time carrying a trace of indifference and alienation like a snow lake in the Tianshan Mountains.

Ji Qiu stood up abruptly, looked at the black man who was walking towards this side, his cold eyes burst into a sharp light, and the gentleness that was still wrapped around his body just now dissipated completely at this moment.

The golden eyes are dark, the silver butterfly mask is exquisite, and the man is wearing a black robe that is as gloomy as ink. As he walks step by step, he seems to have stepped out of a peerless astonishment. Looking at Ji Qiu, the man said: "One of the four demon guards of the Demon Ridge One, Ji Qiu, can you make an excuse to speak?"

Looking at the two people who were at war, Sui Junluo was a little helpless, seeing that pair of golden eyes that seemed wild but actually full of indifference, suddenly shrank, Feng Yunran? !This guy came out? !
"Your Excellency, take an excuse to speak." Feng Yunran said again.

Pulling Ji Chou's sleeve, Sui Junluo said: "Go with him, maybe there is something important." The brother said, but he didn't say it.

His cold eyes darkened slightly, Ji Chou wanted to stretch out his hand to rub Sui Junluo's head, but just halfway up his hand, as if thinking of something, he put it down, turned around and took a look at Feng Yunran, and then left the room.

After both of them left, Sui Junluo lay down weakly, only feeling that the exhaustion in his body seemed to be even worse.

On the other side, in the western outskirts of Feifeng City, Mo Liancheng changed out of his dark green robe, which was rare in Feifeng City, and was dressed in plain white.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind is slightly cool; the dead leaves pass by with the wind.

That whiteness, loneliness and desolation, seemed out of place between the world and the earth, and beside Mo Liancheng stood a stone tablet with a few words firmly written on it: Tomb of my brother Xi Xuanshang.

Leaning beside the stone tablet, the formerly magnificent fox eyes seemed to lose their color at this moment, Mo Liancheng murmured: "Xuan Shang, you always said you wanted to drink with me in the past, but now I am free, but you are not here. This wine, It doesn't taste like drinking."

After finishing speaking, Mo Liancheng picked up the jug and poured it down abruptly, a little crystal clear wine hit the collar along his chin, but Mo Liancheng didn't pay the slightest attention.

The absent-minded fox looked into the distance, and Mo Liancheng said in a low voice: "Without Xi Xuanshang in this world, Mo Liancheng would be even more lonely..."

(End of this chapter)