Miss Qing Shi: Lord National Teacher, please don't tease

Chapter 153

late at night.

The entire National Teacher's Mansion was shrouded in silence. Baili Moran was lying on his side under the quilt, breathing steadily. On the head of the bed, a small white ball was curled up, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, Mo Xi's eyelashes trembled, and in the next second, his eyes opened suddenly, with one silver and one red pupil shining beautifully under the moonlight.

The small body nimbly jumped onto the windowsill and jumped out of the window.

The four short legs walked unhurriedly to the side of a figure, raised his head with effort, and said in a tone of impatience, "Di Fusheng, why are you not sleeping at night, why are you calling me?"

Looking at the entire heaven, only this little ancestor dared to speak to the God of War Fusheng Emperor in such a tone, not even the Emperor of Heaven.

The veins on Di Fusheng's forehead were twitching, he took a deep breath, and told himself: He is still young, less than three thousand years old, he is still a baby, and he doesn't even know how to change form, so it's useless to argue with him!

Due to holding his breath, Di Fusheng's face was a little dark, his eyes were sharp and turbulent.

If his subordinates had seen him like this, they would have knelt down trembling and terrified, but Mo Xi acted as if he hadn't seen it, maybe he didn't see it at all.

The little hoof patted the ground twice, arrogantly: "Di Fusheng, squat down!"

The tone is completely commanding.

Di Fusheng: "..." Labor and management want to trample you to death!

But his parents entrusted him with such a little devil when he became a fairy, he can't be killed, he can't be beaten, and reprimanding doesn't work!

If he reprimanded him, he could return ten sentences, plus he had to maintain the elegant image of the Floating Emperor to the outside world, and he couldn't yell like a shrew...

It's almost suffocating him to death!
Holding the piece of skin on the back of Mo Xi's neck, Di Fusheng picked him up mercilessly.

"Di Fuxi, this is not heaven, no one will support you, believe it or not, labor and capital will kill you in minutes."

Being carried by the body, Di Fuxi didn't panic, instead he crossed Xiaoman's waist calmly, and provocatively said without fear of death: "Fuck you, I'll tell you, my master has a contract with the beautiful sister, how dare you?" Beat me, sister Beauty is the first to come out and beat you to death!"

Di Fusheng's whole face was so dark that it was the bottom of the pot. Sending this little devil to the little guy's side was definitely the decision he regretted the most, bar none!

"What exactly do you want?" These words almost came out of Di Fusheng's mouth through gritted teeth.

The little devil's paw pointed to the table, motioning for him to put him on it.

At the moment when all four hooves stood firm, Di Fuxi couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart: cool!
He just likes to fight against his cheap big brother, and he likes to watch him jump when he is angry.

The angrier he is, the happier he is.

Hmph, he is obviously a black-bellied and mean-spirited big devil, but he wants to pretend to be a cold and indifferent god who doesn't care about anything. He's not tired of pretending, but he's tired of watching it!
Isn't it just a will of his cheap old man who has never seen him before? He is dead, why should he be so serious.

What's more, those idiots in the heaven really couldn't see it. They all offered up this demon as if they were their ancestors, and praised him every day. His ears were about to grow hemorrhoids.

He must expose Di Fusheng's hypocritical mask, so that everyone in the world can recognize his true nature!
Thinking about the small calculation in his heart, Di Fuxi grinned, and the two rows of big white teeth gleamed in the moonlight, penetrating people for no reason.

Di Fusheng's heart tightened, he knew that this little devil wanted to mess around again.

(End of this chapter)