The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

Chapter 13 The Immortal Appearance and Misty Tsing Yi Festival

The work of half a cup of tea is over.

The little fox limp into a ball, his eyes were dull, as if he was so numb that he gave up.

Only when the tyrant was restless and about to touch her tail again did he bark his teeth ferociously, showing sharp teeth as a warning.

Chu Zhiyu comforted herself, at least at this moment, the moody dragon spirit began to nourish herself again.

Think of it as selling your body (?) in exchange for dragon energy to speed up your cultivation.

Reluctantly being touched for a while, Chu Zhiyu was obsessed with cultivation, and was lying in the tyrant's embrace, lost in thought, half-closed her eyes lazily.

Unexpectedly, he got up suddenly, "The beauty has an appointment, let the little one play by himself."

Qin Sheng didn't intend to waste any more time trying to find out the information.

Are you so impatient, so lecherous, so obsessed with it? !

Chu Zhiyu angrily questioned him while leaning half down.

However, Qin Sheng didn't understand what she meant at all, so he straightened his clothes quite leisurely, and walked out with long legs.

Slow!

As soon as the little fox swooped down, he was going to repeat the old trick and hang on Qin Sheng's body.

Qin Sheng, who was going out, coughed violently a few times, his face was a little pale, and he stayed where he was.

This monster was delaying time and didn't want to let him leave here, Qin Sheng suddenly understood, what was she afraid of?
And the little fox, who miscalculated his route, rolled several times on the ground.

He raised his head blankly.

"Cough cough..."

"Stupid."

The tyrant coughed and laughed at the same time, not breathing well.

A short-lived ghost, a tuberculosis man, a man with a poisonous mouth, a dog emperor...

Chu Zhiyu gritted her teeth, sat on the ground and watched coldly, watching him cough like a delicate flower trembling, she felt extremely gloating.

No sympathy at all.

I even want to applaud and say that I deserve it!
Qin Sheng was so choked by the cold wind that suddenly blew into the hall that he couldn't stop coughing, his good mood of teasing Xiao Chong disappeared, and he frowned displeased.

It is necessary to punish the palace servants who did not close the doors and windows outside.

"Come here...cough cough..."

The palace man walked in timidly, shaking like a quail.

"His Majesty--"

A palace official came to report in a hurry, "Your Majesty, the priest is waiting for you in Chaotian Palace."

"Zi Sang Yunyang?"

Qin Sheng thought about it for a while, and was relieved to be put on a coat by the waiter, and he was about to go out. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little fox who was about to move.

"Such a stupid fox, if it runs around and is caught, it will be cooked."

He majesticly squeezed the little fox who wanted to get away and stuffed it into his arms, treating it as a warm copy.

Wanting to take advantage of the tyrant's business, Chu Zhiyu, who was inexplicably intimidated and taken away as a companion, had nothing to love.

Rubbing the dragon spirit on the tyrant viciously.

Can't wait to squeeze him dry!

It doesn't matter, the momentary forbearance is worth it, when one's spiritual energy is sufficient, and one's practice is successful, there must be a way to escape from the tyrant's hands.

Chaotian Hall is still some distance away from the sleeping hall.

The tyrant was weak, so he couldn't stand the cool night wind outside, so he rode a dragon chariot to Chaotian Temple.

It was dark and Chu Zhiyu hadn't seen clearly what the legendary dragon chariot that could only be used by emperors looked like before he was hugged by the tyrant.

All the servants and maids along the way were trembling, bowing down and kneeling respectfully to avoid it.

Chu Zhiyu climbed to the height of the dragon chariot, scratching her head curiously and inexplicably.

There is a feeling of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

Before she swelled for too long, she was blown by the cold wind to die down, and she obediently went down and retracted into the tyrant's arms.

The tyrant laughed again, as if he had expected that the little fox would come back.

The tyrant covered his hands with the little fox.

Chu Zhiyu took the tyrant as a shield with peace of mind.

Elegant and beautiful, the tyrant turned his back and rolled his eyes in his arms.

Chu Zhiyu was carried in the arms of the tyrant and walked into Chaotian Hall, where a person sat in the hall drinking tea with an ethereal figure.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, she is quite clean, somewhat reclusive and independent.

(End of this chapter)