Xuanyuan looked at her, but could not guess her thoughts.

Say she doesn't care, rather risking angering him, but also carrying him into the royal palace and placing him in the Nuanyang Pavilion to take care of it nearby.

Say she cares, the person is awake, she is not in a hurry to see, drink tea leisurely, the pen is drawn on the paper, free and at ease.

In the end, it was the man who struggled to get up from bed, determined to thank the benefactor.

At the moment when he appeared at the door, Jixiang suddenly stood up, showing a rare gaffe on his face. [

Only two steps forward, she reacted, stopped at the spot, and was as if lost.

Xuanyuan approached quietly, standing behind her in a possessive posture, quietly looking at the gloomy look in the hall, but there was no trace of men in his brows and eyes.

"Please sit down." The courtesy is a gift from the rivers and lakes, and Xuanyuanyao has no intention of suppressing his identity.

He has always respected the iron-clad heroes. Even if the opponent is temporarily down, he will not treat each other with strange eyes.

"In Xiahelianchuan." His voice was surprisingly rough, and every word he said seemed very difficult.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Jixiang interjected and asked, without the alienating guest who spoke to strangers.

This face can't make her feel a sense of distance.

When he opened his eyes, she almost completely ignored the distance of time and space, and she returned to the millennium in a trance.

"Poisoned, ruined." He tried to choose short sentences to answer, every time he said a word, his eyebrows tremble, clearly suffering from great pain.

"Who did it?" The auspicious pink fist clenched tightly, resentful and inexplicable, and her eyes flashed violently and murderously.

Xuanyuanyao did not doubt at all that if Helian Chuan confessed, would Lucky rush out immediately. . .