The group pet cub of the villain tyrant

Chapter 42
On Nanrong Jinghua's handsome face with clear chisels, there was a wry smile, as if he was muttering to himself or in pain,

"A Sheng, do you actually hate me that much?"

No one answered him, the red light on the heart dimmed, and the bright red manjusawa flower on He Liansi's forehead gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

He Liansi only felt that his eyelids became heavy, and he tried to open them but couldn't.

Intense sleepiness hit her body, and she only remembered that when she finally closed her eyes, she could vaguely see a strand of silver hair in front of her eyes.

Nanrong Jinghua sighed, and made seals in his hands, a silver light disappeared into He Liansi's forehead, and his silver eyes fell on the sleeping face of the little man in his arms,

There was pain under the silver slender eyelashes, they closed slightly, and a kiss as light as a goose feather fell on He Liansi's forehead, and the only sound in the room was a longing "A Sheng."

The silver-white silk satin that fell to the ground came back to Nanrong Jinghua's eyes, and like a waterfall, three thousand silver hairs turned into ink hairs.
Then, the layer of silver light covering the entire side hall faded, and Nan Rong Jinghua walked out of the side hall holding He Liansi who had passed out in his arms,
The door of the side hall was opened, and it was what A Xun and Yue'er were talking about. Hearing the sound of the door opening, both of them looked at each other.
Seeing the sleeping He Liansi in Nanrong Jinghua's arms, both of them changed their expressions. Ah Xun was shocked, why would he hold the little princess?
Yue'er was embarrassed, why did the little princess doze off in the hall again, Mr. Jinghua was too gentle, he even hugged the little princess out.

When Yue'er was in a daze, Nanrong Jinghua had already come in front of Yue'er, Youlan Konggu's voice was gentle,
"The little princess is very sleepy, let's stop here today, and I will explain the rest tomorrow. Take the little princess back to the bedroom to rest."

"Ah? Ah, good!"

Yue'er was a little dizzy, the little princess dozed off in class, Mr. Jing Hua not only didn't mean to blame, but also said that he would come to teach the little princess again tomorrow.

This, this, isn't she dreaming...?
After Yue'er brought He Liansi back to the bedroom, Nanrong Jinghua withdrew his gaze, A Sheng, see you tomorrow.

"My lord, you..." Ah Xun said, full of doubts and shock.

The young master never likes to get too close to people, so today he hugged the little princess for the first time, and promised to come to teach tomorrow.

It's a pity that before Ah Xun could speak, Nanrong Jinghua interrupted, "Come with me to meet His Majesty."

Although his tone was usually gentle, Ah Xun stayed by Nanrong Jinghua's side all year round,

But he could hear his young master's faint unhappiness, so he didn't dare to talk too much, and replied respectfully, "Yes, young master."

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Crouching Dragon Palace, the emperor's palace is majestic and luxurious. Under the tall parasol tree in the courtyard,
He Lian Nie was wearing a dark red underclothes loosely on his body, and in his hand was a dark iron sword that was showing a cold light,
Every move and every move is as murderous as a mountain river, and it is not affected in the slightest. When the sword wind hits, the sycamore leaves are cut into two.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Jinghua is asking to see you." Chang Ying walked into the courtyard, and opened his mouth to Helian Nie respectfully with his hands clasped.

Helian Nie's long and narrow eyebrows were raised slightly, and his narrow peach eyes were filled with interest, "Let him in."

"Yes." Chang Ying led the order down.

But after a while, the figure in the silver-white satin robe walked into the courtyard,
Helian Nie's sword under the sycamore tree turned slightly, and a sword energy full of frightening hostility moved towards the silver-white figure.

(End of this chapter)