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Chapter 133 The God of War Prince in a Wheelchair (61)

Lou Zhuang: ".Shut up."

Chu Yuanqing was startled: "What?"

It was only then that Lou Zhuang realized that she had accidentally said what she had said to Xiaozhi in a moment of excitement.

It was rare for Lou Zhuang to feel guilty for a moment, but fortunately she was calm enough, with a slumped face like an old dog: "You heard wrong."

Facing Chu Yuanqing's suspicious gaze, Lou Zhuangniu drank a cup of tea: "I'm so sleepy, go back and have a rest, call me when you have dinner."

Chu Yuanqing fixedly looked at Lou Zhuang for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, you go to sleep."

He said he was going back to sleep, but in fact Lou Zhuang didn't fall asleep until dinner time.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, thinking wildly in my head, I don't know what I'm thinking, anyway, I can't get sleepy anyway.

It must be because I recognized the bed, changed the bed, and changed the place to sleep, so I couldn't sleep well.

Lou Zhuang comforted herself, but Xiaozhi exposed it: "Master, you used to be able to fall asleep in the swamp."

Recognize the bed?nonexistent.

Building makeup: "."

After dinner, Lou Zhuang took a short break and ran around the imperial mausoleum twice, sweating all over, went back to take a shower and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Lou Zhuang was awakened by the sound of beating and killing.

Arrows shot towards the small courtyard densely, and because they were soaked in kerosene, they ignited with a bang after landing.

The flames licked the walls of the house and scorched everything in the yard.

Dozens of men in black fought with Chu Yuanqing's elite soldiers.

The cries and begging for mercy of the servants rang together, and the blood splattered almost stained the eyes of the people.

All the men in black are targeting the room next to Louzhuang.

While fighting with the elite soldiers, they slowly approached the target position.

Lou Zhuang picked up a broken sword on the ground, grabbed the man in black's throat, pushed the door open and entered.

The man with his back facing Louzhuang who was arranging his clothes with his head bowed looked over, with a chilling look on his brows.

Seeing that it was Lou Zhuang, his eyes softened a little, and he looked up and down: "Are you injured?"

Lou Zhuang dropped the broken sword and shook her head.

There is almost nothing in this world that can hurt her.

Chu Yuanqing slowly hooked his lips, and his face became more and more beautiful under the candlelight.

He didn't seem to notice the blazing flames that were getting closer to the house, he approached Louzhuang slowly, and stood in front of her.

"Aru." The man's warm fingertips lightly touched Shanglou's cheek, full of love, "I'm going to do something."

Lou Zhuang turned her head to avoid it, and thought for a moment: "I wish you a good journey?"

The man has long been used to Lou Zhuang speaking surprisingly from time to time, his thin lips curled up, and he said softly: "If I can come back, we will try to be a real couple, shall we?"

Real couple?
Without giving Lou Zhuang a chance to speak, he took Lou Zhuang's hand, pecked and kissed his fingertips, intimate and ambiguous.

Lou Zhuang quickly withdrew her hand, but it doesn't have to be like this.

Chu Yuanqing didn't seem to notice Lou Zhuang's intention to retreat, and raised her hand to straighten her slightly messy hair at the sideburns.

He dragged his tone, with a hint of coquettishness: "If Ah Ru doesn't speak, I will take it as your agreement."

Lou Zhuang was silent.

Seeing that she was still somewhat resistant, Chu Yuanqing sighed softly: "Fu Yang will take you away, wait for me to come back."

If you can't come back.
Not that possible.

He has never fought unprepared battles, endured humiliation for so long, he can only succeed but not fail.

Chu Yuanqing said without turning his head: "Fuyang, protect the princess."

Having already dealt with a wave of assassins, Fu Yang clasped his fists as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood, and behind him was a blaze of red: "Yes!"

Chu Yuanqing walked to the Bogu shelf and turned one of the vases.

(End of this chapter)