Chapter 438 (2/2)

”Prince?” As soon as the words fell, the whole arena was boiling up, and several hot eyes looked in the direction of Su Ying.

”Your highness Wan'an Respectful greetings came out one after another, converging into a sound wave, shaking the arena seemed to be shaking.

Beiyanrui is comfortable and a little bit giddy to squint his eyes and enjoy the beauty of this moment!

Right! right! No wonder so many people like power!

This feeling of being noticed and awed by everyone is really wonderful!

”Oh?” Cloud light words slightly slant a head, this just formally looked at that dozen, then ordered five black clothes person to attack own royal clothes youth.

His face was pale, and his eyelids seemed to be slightly blue. There was a layer of black gas that could not be dispersed between his eyebrows. He looked very gloomy.

Although she was dressed in gorgeous clothes, she could not hold up the feeling of that dress. She was too thin.

In her memory, there is no information about beiyanrui, the prince of Beian.

I just heard that beiyanrui was not in good health since childhood. He was raised in the deep part of the imperial palace. He was not easy to meet people. I didn't expect that he would appear in the martial arts arena today, and targeted her.

Yun Qingyan paddled the dagger on his hand, and the sharp white light crossed two arcs in the air. The meaning of threat was not clear.

”I don't know what your highness is looking for me?”

The tone, the manner, it seems that if the other party does not give her a satisfactory account, she will not hesitate to start.

”You How dare you threaten your highness? ” Su Ying's eyes were fixed on the dangling dagger in Yun Xiaoyan's hand and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She did not dare to set up a channel.

This cloud is light words, really more and more rampant!

”Where is the threat?” Cloud light words eyes a narrow, slender hand a Yang.

”Shua!” A dazzling white light, cut through the air, from North Yan Rui ear side gallop past, deep into the ground.

A few wisps of broken hair, fluttering and shaking down, looking at the heart of the people, flesh war!