Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 465

"Huh? How dare you talk nonsense!" Another slap.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, You-bad-silver!"

Another slap, "I won't change after repeated admonition."

"If I don't change it, I won't change it. I won't get along with you. If I get along with you, I'm a tortoise!" Xiao Liu struggled with his legs and shouted angrily.

Slap again: "If you're not with me, who will you be with?"

"Wow...Wow..." Xiao Liu really cried this time, "I won't be nice to you, you hit me, I will sue you to grandpa, you bullied me...Wow..."

Hearing that she was really crying, he hugged her up and looked at her. Seeing two lines of tears hanging from her eyes, he wiped them away distressedly: "Don't cry, don't cry, I didn't mean it."

Hearing she said that she was not good with him, he couldn't hold back his strength, and the pain hurt.

"Hey, I'll just rub it, it doesn't hurt." He put his hand on her buttocks and rubbed it, his face suddenly felt a little hot.

The feeling of being round and full of palms made his heart arrhythmia.

Quickly withdrew his hand, put his arms around her and coaxed her: "Okay, okay, I blame Uncle Huang, why don't you hit me twice to vent your anger."

Kiss the top of her head to comfort her.

Xiao Liu hammered him on the chest again and again, it was a real hammer, and the beating sounded empty: "I told you to hit me, I told you to hit me..."

Nangong Han clutched his chest, "Ugh...it hurts!" He bent over with a painful expression on his face.

Xiao Liu immediately got up, stopped crying, and was so nervous that he was at a loss: "Uncle Huang, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, me, me... It doesn't take much force, it can't kill anyone."

Nangong Han hugged her, hugged her, and leaned his chin on her shoulder: "Well, it hurts, let me hug her for a while and it will be fine."

Xiao Liu was afraid that he would break Huang Shu, so he really didn't dare to move, and asked him worriedly: "Huang Shu, are you better?"

Out of worry, she ignored the fact that Uncle Huang's martial arts is so high, how could she hurt him.

She knows some medical skills herself, so she never thought of checking her pulse.

Nangong Han hugged her for a long time, afraid of being discovered, she pushed Xiao Liu away: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Xiao Liu blamed himself: "Are you really okay? Why don't we go back and find someone to check!"

"No, let's go back!" Holding Xiao Liu's hand, the two walked slowly down the mountain.

The setting sun cast their shadows very, very long.

When he was about to reach the camp, Xiao Liu finally noticed something was wrong, figured out the connection, and kicked at Uncle Huang: "You just lied to me!"

Nangong Han didn't dodge, and took the kick, "No, how could this king be willing to deceive Xiao Liu, I was really hurt just now, especially when Xiao Liu hit me, my heart hurts!"

"You scoundrel, look at me, Foshan Wuyingjiao!" Xiao Liu chased after Huang Shu to fight.

Ning Huaijun was worried that Xiao Liu would come out to look for him, and saw the two arguing, especially King Han's gentle eyes on Xiao Liu.

He found out that something was wrong, that kind of feeling was very similar to his, which meant...

He clenched his fists bitterly, "Xiao Liu, it's mine!"

On this day, Nangong Han took them into the mountain for training: "Eight of you fight on your own, or work together as a team. Fight against eight guards and get the cloth scarf on the opponent's arm. Losing the cloth scarf is like losing your life. You can no longer participate in the battle." .”

Nangong Han stood on a high place and explained the rules: "The time will not end until all the parties are 'dead'. The cloth scarf must be wrapped around a conspicuous place on the arm and cannot hide. Otherwise, it will be regarded as cheating and will be judged as death."

(End of this chapter)