Murong Zhining ran forward, tugging at Chiyun Yuexuan's sleeve, "How is it that General is always thinking that Ning's son is going to leave General? Couldn't ... it be that the general has a day of disliking the gel? Life is full of all kinds of possibilities." Murong Zhining eyes condensed with a thin layer of water mist.

Shouting cloud jumped Xuan stopped, hold up Murong Zhining's face, "This general swears, this general if again negative condensation ..." Murong Zhining stretched ...