Wang Xijue was stunned and unbelievable. He had lived for half his life and had not patted his face and talked to him!

"Shang Yang..."

Li Nian shouted out with a rapid breath. She knew what Queen Wang represented. It was nothing to do with seeking death. Yang Liang.

Wu Lan was also scared to the point of being pale and as stupid as a wooden chicken.

"Smacking"

Shang Yang patted the other side a few more times with his backhand.

He asked with a smile: "Tell me, is this the face you mean?"

Wang Xijue collapsed.

Self-esteem and personality were greatly insulted.

"You, you...I..."

"Bang"

Shang Yang raised his hand and slapped him again: "Talk well, I really beat you up if I can't speak!"

“Huhuhuhu”

Wang Xijue's angry face turned into pig liver color, his breathing was unprecedentedly violent, and his heart was about to explode. He stared at his eyes that were close at hand, and suddenly felt as if he was looking at Master Shang Wu, a little frightened.

"Do you still have to save face?"

Shang Yang asked again.

Wang Xijue held his breath and said intermittently: "No...No!"
Chapter completed!