Chapter 1195

When Ye Mohan heard the words, his dark eyes were full of secrets.

Xia Jinmian said: "Li Ming and Simba have always been cooperating, but as far as I know, Li Ming and Simba have no connection at all, and they can't gain mutual trust to cooperate. I guess Simba must have other identities. That identity is connected with Li Ming, and I also use that identity to purchase the construction of the underground palace, so that I can hide from my father."

Ye Mo's cold eyes flickered slightly, and he held his hand tightly.

In Xia Jinmian's mind, he quickly recalled a lot of men who had the air of a king and were very close to Ming.

After the screening, her face changed slightly and she frowned slightly.

Ye Mohan whispered in her ear, "Who is it?"

He knew that Xiao Mian thought of that person.

Xia Jinmian shook her head slowly, she couldn't believe it, "If it was him, wouldn't it all be false before?"

Xia Jinmian didn't believe it, she continued: "I have to see Simba to be sure, I don't believe it's him."

Even though she said so, Xia Jinmian was 90% sure that Simba was that person.

But that person... If it is Simba, how could he not know that she is Princess Xia?

Why did he allow Master to raise her? Leave him a hidden danger?

What exactly is Simba's purpose?

Unknowingly, Xia Jinmian's lips turned white.

If her guess is confirmed, then her life from the age of 3 to the age of 18 has been calculated.

She couldn't believe that she had been deceived for so long!

"I'm going to dive a little further in." Xia Jinmian said.

"Okay, I'll cover you."

The two of them, one behind the other, dived into the depths of the palace.

Ye Mohan saw that Xia Jinmian was distracted frequently, so he didn't dare to stay too far away from her, and kept her in a safe range that he could protect at any time.

A moment later, Ye Mohan pressed Xia Jinmian's shoulder with his big palm, and crawled on the red-tiled roof.

Below are batch after batch of elites, passing by in a uniform manner.

In the distance, a county king surrounded by many cronies and entourages passed by the corridor.

After everyone, Li Ming in black robe followed.

The king of the county, surrounded by crowds, walks steadily and has a dignified bearing. Even when he listens to the excitement of his cronies asking for credit, he keeps his face hidden and his emotions restrained.

He was less than fifty years old, but he looked very young and tall, and there was no sign of a middle-aged man getting fat.

His facial features are also very tough and handsome, and there seems to be a lot of power hidden in his restrained breath, but no matter how restrained he is, at this moment, those amber eyes are still full of ambition, full of aggression and desire.

This county king is Simba!

That handsome face soon overlapped with the face in Xia Jinmian's memory.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, she clenched her teeth tightly, and suppressed the raging flames in her heart.

At this moment, Li Ming, who was wearing a black robe, paused.

A cold-faced guard beside Simba shouted coldly: "Who is it!"

Simba also stopped in his tracks, and all the cronies and followers behind him stopped, and the patrolling elite immediately approached.

Simba Yang looked forward with his lips, and a silver-white wolf jumped out of the flowerbed and ran away quickly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be a wolf, and I don't know which little master raised it.

Simba said softly, "That wolf's fur is good, go catch it, make a coat out of his fur, and give it to my guards."

Elite nodded, and immediately chased after him.

A group of people slowly left from the corridor.

Li Ming's eyes glanced at the roof when passing the corridor, and the red lips under the brim of the hat were slightly tense.

After everyone left, Xia Jinmian raised his head, his eyes were cold.

"It really is him!"