This Lord is Too Cruel

Mu Hanyao stretched out his hand to pat off Feng Aotian's hand covering his eyes, turned around, turned his back to her, and tried to conceal the throbbing and panic that she found when she saw her side face because of Shi, low. If you curse yourself, how can you look at a man and be silly? Moreover, he is also the cruel regent who can't bear it.

His eyes sank, his lips pressed tightly, his whole body tense, and he asked himself again and again, what happened to him today?

Seeing Mu Hanyao's reaction like this, Feng Aotian paused, but didn't care. He also lay on the couch carelessly. She didn't close her eyes last night. She has been busy for another day today. She is indeed somewhat Tired, then go to sleep peacefully.

Mu Hanyao's nerves were also strained for a long time, time gradually passed, and the camp was extremely quiet. He also released the burden of the day, accompanied by the faint breathing sound from his back, and slowly fell asleep.

In the woods, Jubo and the others were in a stalemate with the wolves. They could neither attack nor allow the wolves to succeed. Therefore, they suffered from the cold wind overnight and confronted the wolves with the spirit of 120,000 points until dawn.

Feng Aotian always sleeps lightly, even if she is tired and exhausted, she will not fall into a deep sleep, not knowing it. Therefore, she has only rested for two hours, and the sky is getting brighter, and she has no sleep.

Before she got up and lifted the quilt, she saw Mu Hanyao lying motionless with her back to her all the time. Of course she knew that Mu Hanyao woke up the moment she opened her eyes.

Feng Aotian walked to the screen on his own, took off his normal clothes, tied his chest, walked out, and saw that Mu Hanyao had already stayed, wearing the normal clothes of last night, standing respectfully on one side.

"Come here." Feng Aotian stood there solemnly, with a smile on his face, and a touch of inevitable tenderness overflowed between her eyebrows. She felt that the person who treated herself must be gentle.

Mu Hanyao looked directly at Feng Aotian, watching her slender and tall figure, beautiful as a crown, with a smile at the corners of her eyes, the soft light of the morning on her purple shirt, it was more beautiful, graceful and luxurious, he was very difficult Associating that bloodthirsty, brutal and tyrannical regent with her, he couldn't help but wonder, what happened in it?

Earlier, I heard that the regent was unstable. Could this be a sign before she used brutal methods?

He does not have the right to refuse now, because he has too many burdens behind him, the glory of the Mu family army, the comfort of the Mu Mansion far away in the capital, and the younger brother imprisoned by the regent. He is a person who keeps his promises. The tattooed place still ached, as if to remind him at all times that Mu Hanyao will be the regent from now on.

With a stern face and a black brocade robe exuding a dazzling light, his steps were firm, steady and steady, and he walked towards her neither humble nor arrogant. Every step was extremely difficult, but it meant his promise to her.

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Feng Aotian saw that he still had a cold face, walked in front of her, keeping the distance he deserved, and then she said in a deep voice, "It's too far, come closer."

Mu Hanyao kept a distance from her as much as possible. The distance between them was only two feet, and the subtle changes in each other's faces could be clearly seen. Is it still far?

He took a step, and took another step forward. This step seemed to have crossed the last barrier between them, leaving him no room to retreat.

Feng Aotian's figure is extremely long, but compared to Mu Hanyao, it is still a bit worse. Now, the two are close at hand, but she is half a head shorter than him.

He remained unchanged, expressionless, his cold and deep eyes staring straight ahead, not knowing what he was looking at, Feng Aotian suddenly realized that he was being ignored, and habitually raised his finger and knocked on his forehead. Bow your head."

Mu Hanyao had been knocked on his forehead twice by Feng Aotian so defenselessly. Such a playful action was actually done so skillfully by a man, and he could not help feeling a little awkward when he was still a man. , But he didn't have a trace of disgust, bowed his head obediently, but met her slightly narrowed phoenix eyes.

Compared to his eyes, they were darker and brighter, but shudderingly cold and stern, Du Duo now had a half smile, set off more profound and charming, and he couldn't move his eyes when he looked at it.

Mu Hanyao thinks that men are too handsome, which is evil, but this regent is not only handsome, but also with the natural coquettishness of women, but also possesses the honor and luxury that no one can match, such contradictory conflicts. , Even if she is a man, just this gentle smile at this moment can make people unable to sustain themselves, regardless of male or female.

"Sixi, bring General Mu's armor, and in the future, he will lie on this king's place." Feng Aotian looked directly at Mu Hanyao and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, the slave will go here." Si Xi responded quickly and walked to the camp where Mu Hanyao once lived.

Seeing Mu Hanyao staring at herself blankly, Feng Aotian smiled deeper, raised her hand, pulled his uniform, stared at his chest, and the chest was red and swollen, but the word "天" was It was very clear. She stroked her finger on the pierced area, and her cold fingers ran across his chest inch by inch, but he felt the pain that the piece of skin seemed to be burning, until Feng Aotian When he put his fingers away, the redness and swelling on his chest disappeared, and the font was like a birthmark brought out from his mother's womb, which was engraved on his body forever, which made him remember it even more.

"What does this mean?" Feng Aotian asked in a cold voice, pointing to the word "天".

Suo Yanqing w.yq.---a digression-a haha... Our hostess likes to pull beautiful men's clothes, roar, roar... Sure enough, she is so powerful and sorrowful, roaring...