The evil king protects the short

Chapter 160
Ao Jie snorted arrogantly, and squinted at Zong Zehong, "You don't even want to return this king's wolf cub, so this king has no obligation to tell you!"

He came and went in a hurry, the red shadow of the wolf king flashed, and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant. Master Cangyun was confused and confused about the situation, so he saluted Zong Zehong in a hurry, and went to chase after his familiar wolf king. My lord, the same figure flashed and disappeared.

Cang Yunlin walked up, erasing the memories of all the surrounding palace people for an hour, so, except for Xiao Ling'er and the emperor, no one knew they had been here.

Zong Zehong held the little phantom fox firmly in his arms, but the depression in his heart was indescribable.And what about Niling?Sighing with embarrassment, she had to explain herself... Taking a peek at Zong Zehong's cold and unfamiliar eyes, Ni Ling's small face suddenly collapsed, she was just angry, nothing else!
Girls are all angry, and they ignore others when they are angry, so she is the same!

Ni Ling had no chance to get angry, because the remaining long time was spent explaining to Zong Zehong and coaxing Zong Zehong to be happy.

Zong Zehong returned to the imperial study without saying a word, put the little phantom fox on the table beside him, and looked at the memorial calmly. It seemed that night was approaching.

"Your Majesty? It's time to eat."

"I won't eat!"

Zong Zehong frowned coldly, holding the writing brush in his hand. In Ni Ling's eyes, the strength of holding the writing brush seemed to break the slender body of the writing brush.

Alas... let out a long sigh.

She is not angry anymore!She is very helpless now.

But Zong Zehong didn't eat at noon, didn't eat at night, and kept working hard with such a cold face. He was angry, she knew, he was suppressing, she could see it, and the culprit who made him look like this was herself !

Soothing his muscles and bones, Ni Ling suddenly yawned, stretched, jumped lightly, and jumped in front of Zong Zehong, suppressing his memorial.

Zong Zehong didn't speak, fearing that the ink would stain the fur of the little phantom fox, he hurriedly moved the brush away, with a expressionless face and cold eyes.

But at this moment, instead of being afraid of his appearance, Ni Ling kicked away the memorial that was pressed under her buttocks, stretched her little claws aside, and suddenly scratched a piece of rice paper.

A series of actions, clean and neat, without any hesitation.

Ni Ling laid the paper flat, and sharp little claws popped out from the front paws. Ni Ling pointed at the paper, then looked at Zong Zehong, and told him to wait.

Zong Zehong didn't stop the little magic fox in front of him from doing a series of actions that could anger him. Seeing that the little thing was calm and calm as if he was about to do something, he pursed his lips and watched from the sidelines.

When he thinks that it hates him, his heart always twitches for no reason. He doesn't like this feeling, but he has no choice but to be troubled all afternoon.

Ni Ling didn't do anything else, stretched out her little claws, dipped some ink on the tip of the claws, and began to write words on the paper stroke by stroke very slowly without hesitation, and wrote words crookedly.

Zong Zehong looked at Ling'er's behavior in front of him in amazement. It not only recognizes characters, but also writes?

What is it going to write?
Zong Zehong leaned over to find out, but the little guy wrote it sideways to him, and the direction was wrong, so he couldn't understand it.

Ni Ling spent a long time drawing and drawing the three words, and finally, regardless of her ink-stained paws, she patted the paper towards Zong Zehong, letting him see for himself.

Zong Zehong looked at the cute appearance of the little magic fox that he hadn't seen for a long time, and couldn't help leaning over, and saw three very clear and ugly typing on the rice paper:
it's OK.

(End of this chapter)