Ji Sishen lay on his side on Nanyang's bed, with one hand on his temple his, and stared at Yu Xiang who walked in, without the slightest imposing manner of a war king.

Even more like an oiran than Nanyang.

That charming and moving gesture is like a goblin who has cultivated into a spirit.

This made Yu Xiang a little stunned.

He didn't dare to associate the person in front of him with the person who stabbed him hard that day.

this person...

Yu Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ji Sishen smiled lowly, "Why don't you come in and sit?"

"Or are you afraid that I will frame you again?"

Yu Xiang snorted coldly, completely ignoring Ji Sishen 's smile his, walked in and sat opposite Ji Sishen.

"Your Highness is really leisurely, not guarding thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and lingers in Fireworks Lane all day long."

Ji Sishen was almost unmoved by Yu Xiang's words his.

He just fluttered his hair, looking lazy and casual.

It's not like facing a person who wants to kill himself.

"There are people who care about thousands of miles, and this king just wants to guard my little flower lord."

Yu Xiang looked at Ji Sishen meaningfully, "Could it be that the lord doesn't care?"

"Millions of miles of rivers and mountains are not as beautiful as my little florist, why should this king care?"

Yu Xiang would not believe Ji Sishen's words his.

"Heh, does the King of War who covers the sky with only one hand care about this world?"

"There is a rumor in the imperial city that Tianyong's surname is Yi Buhuang."

Ji Si took a deep look at Yu Xiang, is he trying to arouse his sense of power his?

If it was Yi Shen, he might indeed be moved by these words.

After all, Yi Shen is not completely rebellious.

But Ji Sishen is not Yi Shen after all.

In his heart his, only the men in his family his slept all over the world, and rights were only fleeting for Ji Sishen.

Ji Sishen even vaguely felt that he once had the supreme power.

It's just that when he touches that little bit of memory, he can't help but think of it.

Ji Sishen did lose a lot of memories, but since he lost it, it was naturally something he could no longer touch.

Since he can't touch it anymore, why does he make it difficult for himself?

unless there is an exception.

Ji Sishen glanced at the corner of his clothes outside the house inadvertently, and smiled lightly.

"This king thinks that this world should be surnamed Nan, you said... right?"

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Yu Xiang frowned slightly and muttered in her heart, this word.

Nanyang was the name of the cheap slave.

"My lord seems to want to hand over this world to others?"

"How do you hand it over to someone else? This king is just taking back what belongs to him for my little courtesan."

When the words fell, Ji Sishen got up from the bed and walked to the door.

With his hands behind his back, he leaned halfway out and looked at Nanyang with a smile.

"Hey, Ayang, are you eavesdropping?"

Nanyang also did not change his face, "Listen upright."

Ji Sishen walked out directly, "Oh~ it's really upright."

Nanyang coughed twice, and Yu Xiang in the room walked out directly.

Seeing this, Nanyang took the person directly behind him and was extra alert.

A trace of injury flashed in Yu Xiang's eyes, "You don't have to protect him like this."

"You know, I can't hurt the dignified War King of the Tianyong Dynasty at all."

Nanyang's eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion.

Yu Xiang's face her was full of sadness and loneliness, as if Nan Yang had lost his love her.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to him."

After speaking, Yu Xiang turned around and left.

The decision makes people... distressed.