Seeing Fengze this time, his face seemed even worse. Zhao Ling stepped forward and asked with concern, "Fengze, are you alright?"
Feng Ze shook his head at her. He clenched his fists tightly, covering up the injury on his palm, and in his deep black eyes were complex emotions that Zhao Ling couldn't understand.
Xie Mingyu and Lu Ziqing walked all the way, and naturally saw the clue. The two glanced at Feng Ze with a little sympathy, and sighed inwardly. ~General Wuwei, you can like anyone, but this Princess Xuan in front of you, you should break your mind as soon as possible.~
Meng Yuan pulled back Zhao Ling's hand, displeased. He looked at Feng Ze coldly, and said lightly, "If General Feng is tired, you can go down to rest first."
Hmph, how dare you looked at Ling'er like this, be careful that this king wouldn't dig out your eyeballs!
