Chapter 72 Daily question, are you rebelling? (19)

It belongs to the little princess.

How could he not be familiar with the little princess's handwriting?

But where is this Yiqing Building?

If you don’t understand, just ask directly, so he asked directly.

But he saw that the faces of the two monks in front of him suddenly turned ugly.

After reciting the Buddha's name several times, he turned around and walked away, ignoring him.

Murong turned to look at his confidant behind him, who also had a blank look on his face.

"Master, why don't you go and check it out?"

"Go quickly."

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After it was completely dark, Murong appeared opposite Yiqing Tower.

He looked at the women in cool clothes standing at the door.

After being silent for a long time, I still felt that I couldn't go in the normal way.

So he chose to climb out of the window quietly.

The third room on the third floor of Yiqing Building is easy to find, and the window is easy to climb.

However, there were no candles lit in this room, so it was pitch black.

He quietly turned over and entered the window.

Then he noticed someone approaching him.

Without any hesitation, he took action immediately, and his movements were extremely cruel...

The confidants who came a few steps later than Murong only heard the sound of fierce fighting in the room.

His heart tightened, and his first thought was to go in and help his master.

But the window was closed and he couldn't open it at all.

It seems that he can only go through the main door.

What he thought was a fierce fight in the room stopped as soon as he stepped away.

In the room, Murong had changed from standing to half lying on the table.

There was a stick on his chest, pointing straight to his heart.

He had no doubt that as long as the owner of the stick was willing, the stick could be stabbed into his heart and kill him at any time.

However, the stick moved away after a few seconds.

Before he could think about it for a second, the candle in the room suddenly lit up.

At the same time, a voice he was most familiar with sounded in the room.

"Are you panicking because of your idleness?"

Yan Chumiao gritted her teeth as she looked at Murong, who was half lying on the table after being beaten by her just now.

She really doesn't understand this person. He does whatever he wants. Doesn't he have his own business? He must follow her!

I really want to give him a knife directly!

She took a deep breath and saw the dark-faced boy turning his head stupidly.

What she stared straight at was the wooden stick in her hand.

After looking at it for a while, he scanned the entire room and finally looked at her again.

"Are you alone in the room?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Otherwise?" Yan Chumiao threw his hand, and the wooden stick in his hand was firmly inserted into the hole not far away.

"So it was us who were fighting just now?"

Yan Chumiao looked over, the smile on her lips seemed to be filled with endless malice.

"I can let you experience it again."

Murong...Murong was silent.

Your brain is almost going crazy, okay?

He actually had sex with the little princess just now.

Not only did he fight with the little princess, he also lost.

The mood is so hard to describe in words.

I blame myself for actually doing something to the little princess.

I was shocked that the little princess was so strong.

He seemed helpless in front of the little princess.

Well...he needs to be quiet.

The previous image of the little princess suddenly appeared in my mind.

When he smiles, his almond-shaped eyes are curved and the corners of his lips curl into a smile.

When he is angry, his chin is slightly raised, his beautiful almond eyes are tinged with a bit of arrogance, and his soft tone is a bit bossy.

…

But no matter which side he is, he is so innocent, simple and harmless in his heart.

The little princess who grew up in such a royal family was a pitiful little princess.

A poor little girl who made him want to pour out his heart and soul and give everything to her.

But at this moment, those images completely collapsed.

He feels more like a little pitiful person...

"Tell me, why are you following me?" the little girl's voice sounded again.

Murong gradually woke up from his trance.

He turned to look at the little princess who was already sitting on the chair.

He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the pain in his body made him take a breath.

"The little princess is so ruthless." The voice was faint and resentful, like a little abandoned woman who had been divorced.

Yan Chumiao sneered, "Aren't you going to be ruthless?"

Murong was slightly silent, feeling guilty.

After all, no matter what, he seemed to be the first one to take action just now.

More importantly, he actually took action, and he took action against the little princess...

"I, didn't I know she was a little princess?" He explained to himself with a guilty conscience.

"If I knew, how could I dare to move?" What he said is indeed true.

A group of people who feel aggrieved!

^

"I don't want to care about anything else and I'm too lazy to care about it. Answer my question first." Yan Chumiao brought the topic back.

But he saw Murong holding his waist with one hand, gasping for air, and slowly stood up.

Before he could stand up completely, he suddenly fell onto the chair next to him.

"Aren't I worried about you?" He muttered.

My first reaction at that time was that something had happened to the little princess.

"Now that you know it's okay, can you leave?"

"Are you going to stay here?" Murong asked.

"I have my own things to deal with."

"Then how about I stay and help you." Murong immediately recommended himself, making a small calculation in his heart.

If he could successfully stay, wouldn't he be able to be alone with the little princess?

"I can just stay and help you out, help you or something..."

He promoted himself very excitedly.

Yan Chumiao glanced at him suspiciously.

"Are you sure you can do it?"
To be continued...