Yan Feiyun is sure to win, how could he forget it?

He sneered, grabbed her arm and walked towards Liao Feng and Ding Temple.

"Sister, if you want to choose one between these two men as your husband, which one would you choose?"

But Ding Temple lowered his head and took two steps back without hesitation.

Liao Feng moved his toes lightly, and he stepped forward nervously, looking at her with a very complicated look.

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Yan Ziyue was shocked and quickly shook his arm: "I don't want to get married, why should I choose between them?"

"Miss Ziyue, this is a game!" Jin Lin chuckled, stood beside her, pointing his fingertips at Dingmiao and Liao Feng: "These two men look pretty good. If they want to choose a husband between them, which one would you choose?"

"I……"

"This is not true, it's just a game...so you can choose boldly without being taboo about anything!"

"I……"

Yan Ziyue's breathing was deep, and she stood there at a loss.

Ding Temple lowered her head and said nothing, avoiding her gaze, while Liao Feng's eyes were bright and he looked at her motionlessly.

"Brother, Jin... Why should I choose a husband between them? I... I won't marry..."

"Sister, didn't you tell you? This is just a game, just a game..."

Yan Feiyun grabbed Yan Ziyue's arm and whispered with force.

"Don't you want to know some things in the past? If you choose, I'll tell you..."

Yan Ziyue's pupils suddenly shrank: "Brother..."

“Choose one!”

Yan Feiyun pushed her forward and smiled badly.

"It's just a game, sister, you can choose any one of them, either one is fine..."

“…”

Choose any one?

Yan Ziyue's eyes wandered on Dingmiao and Liao Feng, and his silver teeth nipped at the tip of his lips.

Liao Feng's eyes flashed, he quietly straightened his chest, clamped his hands nervously into fists, and subconsciously swallowed a few saliva in his throat.

"Sister?" Yan Feiyun approached behind Yan Ziyue and curled his lips slightly: "Please choose which one you like, without any restraint, and without considering his identity and background..."

"Young Master Yan said it well. You have to... go with your heart!" Ling Luoyu looked sideways and smiled like a flower: "Use your heart, look carefully, feel carefully, feel it carefully, do you feel... different feelings!"

Jinlin looked at her thoughtfully—

These words seem to mean something!

But, what's the point?

Also, why did she dare to make that bet, and would Yan Ziyue choose Liao Feng?

If she is not sure, how dare she-

wrong!!

Jin Lin suddenly realized something was wrong: "Miss Ling, do you know something?"

He quickly stepped forward, stood in front of Liao Feng, and his right hand suddenly pinched his chin and lifted it up.

"Who are you?"

Liao Feng met: "Liao Feng!"

"Liao Feng?"

Jinlin's pupils shrank, and he suddenly pinched the Yaohuan on his wrist.

"Click!"

The yao ring is broken.

Yan Feiyun's face changed drastically: "You... are not a slave!"

Liao Feng was unmoved: "Are you slaves? Don't you two know?"

He curled his lips coldly, and he was neither humble nor arrogant.

"After watching so many battles on the arena, are you slaves and whether there are Yaohuans? Do you don't know?"

As long as you are brought with you, even if you can finally break out of the siege and survive for a lifetime, you will definitely be covered in scars.

And what about him?

Unscathed!!
Chapter completed!