Hanming thought so, and the thought of worrying and wanting to go to the heaven palace was forcibly pressed back.


    Thinking of the man in prison, who Ning Lan vowed to protect to death, he couldn''t help but want to eat alive!


    The man named Qinghuan is the Zhuge Qinghuan who once met under the Anguo temple?


    They fell in love when they were young? Can that be said to be two small guesses, two small guesses again? What a concubine! Is he him?


    Thinking of what had happened, Hanming''s hatred was pulled out of his heart again. An uncontrollable resentment made him want to do something!


    He wants to see how deep his feelings are!


    "Drive to the prison!"


    "Yes, your majesty!" guiso answered immediately and shouted loudly. Gizo saw anger and murderous intent on Hanming''s face! He knows that no matter who that person is today, it must be bad luck, and it''s a lot of bad luck!


    Step by step heavy footsteps, caught in this disastrous anger, deepened step by step, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.


    "Please see your majesty..."


    Hanming abruptly interrupted gler: "lead the way!"


    Geller didn''t quite understand. After he touched giso''s eyes, he immediately understood. He quickly stepped forward and walked to the room where Zhuge Qinghuan was imprisoned.


    In the prison, Zhuge Qinghuan was very nervous. From the morning to now, he was still alive, worried and nervous.


    He doesn''t know how Ning Lan is or whether she will die


    Ning Lan''s picture of vomiting blood in the morning is still in his mind. He has no choice but to be locked up in this iron prison and can''t do anything!


    She must be in pain!


    It''s him. If he noticed, he wouldn''t let Ning Lan block the palm for him anyway!


    When Zhuge Qinghuan thought of Ning Lan''s coma, he was as worried as a knife and a needle. He walked back and forth in the cell!


    At the moment, he wanted to grow a pair of wings that could fly out of the cell, fly to ninglan''s side and guard ninglan''s side!


    However, no matter how he slapped the iron door of the cell or how he shouted, even if his hands were skinned and his voice was hoarse, there was still no shadow!


    PS: Thank you [see ? or Θ No □] support for LANYA. LANYA has been a little busy recently. She tries her best to write today. She may stop for more than two days when she goes back to her hometown tomorrow. There is no internet cable when she goes back to her hometown, and she goes back to her hometown for the sake of her registered permanent residence. I''m sorry to inform you here in advance!