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When Qiao Qiao fell asleep again, Jingyan came out of the bathroom.

His body was stained with wet heat, and after bathing, his body was even more fragrant. When Qiao Qiao was held in his arms, his cheeks were still red and he moved restlessly, but they were filled with the tight hugs behind him.

"Hirsty?"

Qiao Qiao didn't drink water for most of the day, so of course she was thirsty.

But in order to make Xue Bing Shao trouble herself once, she licked her dry lips, thought for a while and replied: "I can hold on for a while."

The cold wind was howling outside the window, and the person holding her behind her was as warm as a stove.

Because I still remember the stupid thing I did just now, Qiao Qiao fell asleep very slowly this time.

"Everyone knows that the saint of the Witch Clan can only marry the strongest king on the continent. The king of the Jing Empire has obviously not achieved much, so why can he marry the saint?"

"Do you know, when peace on the mainland has not yet appeared as a dominant place, which king can the witch and saint choose to marry?"

After the dialogue in Qiao Qiao's ear disappeared, she completely entered the dream. She was very familiar with the scene in this dream, and it was the castle of the Jing Empire.

When Lianting married into the Jing Empire, Yan Rong had already become the queen of the Jing Empire. That day, she stared blankly at Lianting wearing a gorgeous red dress and stepping onto the castle step by step. She asked her: "Why did you choose him?"

Lian smiled slightly after hearing this. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the man standing at the highest point in front of her, hugging Yanrong, "I'm trying to save you."

Is it really about saving her?

Yan Rong was silent, but since Lianting married into the Jing Empire, Jingtai has never been to her place again.

The most demonic bloody orioles in the Jing Empire, and the area at the intersection of the back garden and Chengbi Lake have the best scenery. So Jingtai built an attic for Lianting there and named it Lianting Loft.

When Lianting the attic was built, Yanrong stood in the garden and looked at it for a long time.

She felt someone approaching, and she smiled helplessly and said hoarsely: "Lianlian, how are you going to save me?"

Lian Ting was silent for a moment, shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I don't know either."

She didn't know how to save her, or even if she could.

Qiao Qiao stood with them, and from this position, the attic and the lake reflecting together, the hazy and beautiful Chinese painting is like a painting.

"Did you see it?"

Just as Qiao Qiao was stunned, an arm appeared in her sight.

Turning her head, she saw Lianting pointing at the attic and smiling, "From today on, there will be my cage."

[And where you live will be hell in the future.

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The last sentence was said by Lian.

She chuckled and walked past Yanrong, her clothes swaying, and half of her fair calf showed off, and a small bell hung below it.

Yan Rong heard the person beside her tell her, "His Majesty the King said that Lian heard that Mrs. Lian was walking too lightly, and that bell was tied to him with his own hands."

"Your Majesty also said that he would not have to worry that his wife would float away one day."

Qiao Qiao was following Lianting at this time. She could hear it, and Lianting could naturally hear it.
Chapter completed!