Rebirth: God Master of Myriad Realms

"Uncle, it's so insidious that even his own disciples are willing to poison them."

Wang Zheng felt his pulse and found that the disciple in white had been poisoned. Once he wanted to say something about Yin division, he had to bite his tongue. Wang Zheng probably thought that this person must know some key things.

Damn it, Wang Zheng clenched his fist and ran into shameless or sinister enemies than himself. Wang Zheng was always a little crazy.

More than once, even from many TV dramas, I have seen this ancient and disgusting trick, but these children always try it a hundred times.

When Wang Zheng had this idea, she could not help but classify herself as a gentleman. Later, Wang Zheng began to react. It turned out that she was not a gentleman, and he just smiled. Later, when she sat on the highest chair, who dared to say that she was not the son of the real dragon?

It's a big deal to become a family. My king will be arrogant one day, even if you say I'm making heaven and earth in vain.

Wang Zheng came out of the blessed land behind the waterfall and saw a beautiful shadow behind the blue waterfall. His face showed a look of doubt. Is there a beautiful woman bathing in this kind of wild mountain?

"Have you seen enough?" the cold voice came out from the beautiful shadow. Wang Zheng was stunned and said to himself with some doubts: "how is this voice so familiar?"

"Is the wound healed?" Qianying continued to ask.

As soon as Wang Zheng's face changed, he opened his mouth in amazement: "are you the little emperor?"

It was the little emperor standing in the middle of the waterfall who did not reply, but just turned around and exposed himself to Wang Zheng. However, there were too many unclean thoughts in Wang's mind. He thought that the woman in white dress was covered with water and stood up in front of himself.

"I have no body, but I like watching the scenery. The way you see me is the way you most want to see in your heart. Your mind needs to be improved. Unexpectedly, what you think in your heart is actually a woman."

"Hehe, I don't think about women, but also men?" Wang Zheng was cold in his heart.

Xiao Di sighed. When you're free, you like to read some books that humans often read. It says that some very cute, elegant and knowledgeable men are always attracted by some so-called pitiful and actually disgusting women.

The little emperor looked at Wang Zheng standing in front of him in a daze, so he sighed with regret. Perhaps Wang Zheng's sincerity began with his appearance, but anyway, who in nature does not bow to real beauty?

As long as Wang Zheng does well in the way he expects, or has achieved good results that often exceed his expectations recently, and sits in the position of the emperor of heaven as soon as possible, the goal of the little emperor will be achieved. He can't expect to give him a real queen mother. He is not Wang Zheng's old mother and hopes to have a son and a half, and finally give himself a son and a daughter.

"Go back, I really have something else to do, waiting for cooking in the city." Wang Zheng finally calmed down from his stupefied state.

Recently, the little emperor has gradually become much better towards him because of Wang Zheng's performance, which makes Wang Zheng flattered. On weekdays, he looks as cold as frost. He has a better attitude towards him. He always feels that he is not used to it.

It's like that force. It's written in some poems. Spring is coming, and the warm wind is floating gently. Now Wang Zheng's heart is swaying with the south wind.

Haitian city, Downtown Hotel, Wang Zheng's luxury villa.

After the owner left for a quarter, the atmosphere of the villa was still new. Wang Zheng returned to the house and sat down on the sofa.

It can be said that at home, her tense mood was slightly relieved. She was dangerous outside during this period. If she didn't ensure that her nerves were tight all the time, maybe he would have died long ago.

Lying on the sofa, about half a minute later, Wang Zheng was really relaxed. About half an hour later, the door of the room was opened. Murong Yuyan came in and felt soft when she saw Wang Zheng lying on the sofa tired.

Take out a quilt from the bedroom and add it to him.

The little emperor saw all this and Murong Yuyan walked back and forth lightly for fear of waking Wang Zheng.

However, Wang Zheng was still alert even when he was asleep. Before Murong Yuyan came in, Wang Zheng knew it was him, but he didn't open his eyes because he was too tired.

The smell of the special perfume she has used has been able to tell that this is Chanel, the world's limited amount of money.

When it was released, because Wang Zheng waved his hand, he bought half of the world's only 100 models.

Murong terrified calm in undertaking the opening of his room door on the same day, and was shocked by the perfume that had been piled up in the mountains.

"You have half of the same styles in the world. If I like this flavor, I'll also buy other fragrances and put them in other rooms."

Wang Zheng smiled. Murong Yuyan cried and fell into Wang Zheng's arms. She never dreamed that she could get so much at once. I'm afraid I can't use so many limited models in my life.

Wang zhengpet drowned in Murong's small face, and the pear bearing woman was her own, and a man with all his ambitions should have such a woman in her arms.

Wang Zheng is willing to give her the whole world. Now it's only half of the world. Can she?

Murong Yuyan silently sat by the sofa bed and quietly looked at Wang Zheng. She has been waiting for Wang Zheng to come back. A strong man has become all the expectations in her life.

Wang Zheng could also feel Murong YuYan's gaze. She wouldn't be so soft on weekdays. Wang Zheng was too tired and just wanted to have a good rest. At this time, he let her go, but Wang Zheng opened his eyes even though he didn't move.

"Ah! Wake up!"

Murong Yuyan said slowly. Her little face was a little red because Wang Zheng had been staring at herself.

Her shy appearance was also very cute. Wang Zheng was deeply attracted by her naive expression of singing at that time.

The so-called peony flowers die, and being a ghost is also romantic.

Wang Zheng smiled and waved to Murong Yuyan. Then he put his hand on Murong YuYan's waist, but he didn't move around.

"Tired."

Murong Yu blushed. Wang Zheng liked it best.

"A little, but I'm not tired when I see you." Wang Zheng smiled.