The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Yi Shurong's eyes darkened slightly, looking at her with a somewhat probing look.

But I didn't find anything strange for a long time, so I had to give up.

"Let him come in." Yi Shurong said coldly.

Almost as soon as his voice came to mind, the door was gently pushed open.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Third Princess." Wu Yibin clasped his hands and saluted Yi Shurong.

Standing up straight, he saw Yi Shurong's face darkened and seemed to be very unhappy. He immediately clasped his fists again and saluted Luo Liyan. Yi Shurong's expression became a little better.

"Your Highness, I have something important to report to you." Wu Yibin couldn't help but remind him after a while when he saw that Luo Liyan had no intention of leaving.

As a result, Yi Shurong ignored him and instead turned her head to look at Luo Liyan, who was staring at Wu Yibin with intense eyes.

Her face suddenly darkened, as if there was a blizzard hidden in her eyes, "My cousin is looking at the general like this, does he have some intention towards the general?"

What she said was so bitter that both Luo Liyan and Wu Yibin couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

Yi Shurong was so angry that her eyes dimmed even more. She raised her hand and pressed the top of Luo Liyan's head, then forcefully turned her head away to prevent her from looking at Wu Yibin again.

But Wu Yibin, who was just shocked just now, has basically confirmed his suspicion.

But before the great cause is accomplished, how could the master put his mind on his children's personal relationship?

Moreover, this so-called Princess Ding'an is the most pampered niece of the dog emperor.

She is so soft-hearted that even the people in the Luo family who have been oppressing her can make various plans for her. If it comes time for them to pull the dog emperor down from his position, won't she still cry and plead for the dog emperor?

Thinking of this, Wu Yibin's murderous thoughts emerged from his heart uncontrollably.

Yi Shurong glanced at him coldly, and the addictive pressure suppressed Wu Yibin's delusional thoughts.

A fine drop of cold juice appeared on his forehead, and he knelt on the ground without even daring to say anything.

Luo Liyan subconsciously wanted to raise her head to see what happened, why he knelt down even though he said so.

As a result, as soon as he made a move, he felt that the palm pressing on his head became stronger.

He almost pressed her face directly into the bowl.

The corner of Luo Liyan's mouth twitched, feeling aggrieved.

They want to make such a big fuss and are not allowed to join in the fun themselves. I have never seen such a domineering person.

"Cousin is so interested in the general?" Yi Shurong slightly lowered the corners of her eyes, pulling out two sharp and sharp lines.

"I just subconsciously want to see the person who made the noise. I just want to join in the fun. But if my cousin doesn't like it, then I won't look." Luo Liyan said aggrievedly.

He thought that if he said this, Yi Shurong would definitely stop arguing with him, but he didn't even think about it, so he nodded seriously, "Yes, I care."

Lai Liyan's long eyelashes were like fluttering butterflies, and they shook desperately twice. In the end, she could only bury her face in the bowl, and then started to eat her food.

Wu Yibin did not dare to express any dissatisfaction with Luo Liyan, so he could only emphasize to Yi Shurong that he had something important to report.