Before Rong Shang could think clearly, someone in the room on the third floor stuck his head out of the window, and he carried her to hide in the room on the second floor.

Listening to the constant thunder outside the house, he put down Yu Pingchuan's collar and sat slowly on the ground, leaning against the wooden box on his back, breathing slightly chaotic and rapid.

Before coming to the human world, he deliberately monitored the climate in the next few days, and there was no sign of thunderstorm.

Whether it is the Dragon Clan's Bu Yu or the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother, it requires the decree of the Emperor of Heaven. Even if the Dragon Clan can carry the Emperor of Heaven, the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother dare not subdue thunder privately.

The sudden rain was falling, and the thunder was even more strange.

The communication bracelet on Yu Zhengzheng's wrist lit up. He was stunned for a moment, covered his fingertips on the red light, and answered the letter.

He remembered that he had cleared everyone in the communication bracelet, leaving only him.

So who should be the person who corresponded with her?

Rong Shang avoided the visible range of red light, and a faint soft light projected on her head, and a man's face suddenly appeared.

There was no candlelight in the utility room where they were, and only the moonlight came in through the window, allowing the seventh prince to judge her approximate outline.

The seventh prince was a little angry: "Yu Pingchuan! I finally told Lei Gong and Ding Mother. They used thunder at the risk of being punished, but are you sleeping here?"

Yu Zhengzheng fell asleep with her knees in a daze. When she heard someone calling her name, she raised her head in confusion and responded subconsciously: "Hmm?"

When the Seventh Prince saw that there was crystal saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth and holding a jade pot tightly in her hand, he immediately turned green with anger: "I asked you to drug the old thief, have you been putting it down? You said that his divine power will weaken on a thunderstorm. You are not lying to me, are you?"

Yu Pingchuan smacked his lips and closed his eyes again. It was obvious that he regarded his words as wind in his ears, and he didn't hear a word in his ears.

The seventh prince's facial features were distorted: "You don't take the grudge against him for killing his father seriously at all?! Do you think if I give you an antidote? Just wait to turn into a dead fish!"

After saying that, he angrily cut off the call.

With dark eyes on his face, he stared at Yu Pingchuan who was lying on his legs and smacking his lips.

He was able to convince the mother of Ding Lei to subdue the thunder without permission and had a grudge against him for killing his father. This person should undoubtedly be the descendant of the Dragon King of the South China Sea.

He snorted, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

She told the man everything he had said that night.

He said why she was so attentive these two days, and it turned out to be to drug him.

What a storm.

The divine power was slowly drained from the body, and the arms were lifted weakly, and tiny pieces of frost condensed from the gaps of the dense eyelashes.

The bones were burned by fire in his body, but a thin layer of frost formed outside his skin, like millions of ants gnawing at his bones, like cold and cold cuts his flesh and blood.

The things in front of her gradually twisted, but she stretched out her hand persistently, and her cold palm covered her slender neck.

She did not turn into ashes.

He stared at his palm in a daze, and after a while he slowly remembered that his divine power had just been taken away.

No living creature can bear the blessings of God. It turns out that this premise is that he must have divine power.

Perhaps feeling the cold stuff covering the back of his neck, Yu Pingping slowly opened his eyes and pulled his palm off his neck.

Her palms were hot, and the cold palms were slightly stained with some temperature.

Whenever there is a thunderstorm, he will lose all his power.

Every time this time, he would find a place where no one was and go through it alone.

He never knew that when he had no divine power, he could touch living things.

I don’t know that it turns out that a woman’s palm can be so tender and tender.

Rong Shang gently pinched her little hand, and she looked at him with a hazy look, and there was a faint light in her eyes: "Who are you?"

He had no strength to speak, so he could only look at her.

The dark clouds slashed lightning, and thin silver-blue lights were like branches and buds drawn from a tree trunk, spreading finely in the gloomy air.

The roar was so loud that she subconsciously leaned against him and put her head in his arms: "Are you a Cowherd?"

This is the second time he has heard the word "Cowherd". He knows Cowherd. Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet on the Magpie Bridge every year, and he has also met the two on a date.

But why did she call him Cowherd?

Is it because...she wants to be the Weaver Girl?

Rong Shang didn't have much strength to respond to her, and just snorted softly in his throat: "Yes."

Yu Pingping smiled. She raised the wine pot in her hand and drank it into her mouth: "This is the first time I'm hiring a man. How much does it cost to spend a night?"

Conclusion: "..."

Seeing him silent, she asked relentlessly: "Are you unhappy?"

Yu Pingzheng murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect you to look average and have a strong self-esteem."

Rong Shang chewed the word "六" between his teeth repeatedly: "Prostitution?"

There was a hint of coldness in his voice, and she immediately understood what he meant: "If you don't like being prostituted, you won't give me money after I sleep, that's not considered prostitute, right?"

Conclusion: "..."

If he hadn't lost his divine power, if he hadn't been weak all over, he swears that he would have twisted her neck.

Perhaps the side effects of the Forgetful Love Scent took effect, his mind began to get confused, and his memories just now gradually became blurred.

Peace, peace, you must not forget...

He clenched her hand tightly, his voice intermittently: "An Ning is a puppet, remember, she is a puppet."

Yu Zhengzheng didn't hear it clearly, so she put her little face to his lips: "What did you say?"

Rong Shang had no choice but to patiently repeat: "Ten million..." Remember.

Before she could finish her words, she raised her head and gently covered his thin lips.

The warm and soft touch is cold and cool.

It tastes like peach milk cake, soft and delicate, and has endless aftertaste.

The dragonfly skims the water, and it’s fleeting.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and the scene just now seemed like an illusion.

His thin lips were still stained with temperatures that did not belong to him, and the scorching blood seemed to be even more boiling and hot. His breathing was disordered and disorderly, and a light red appeared on his pale cheeks.

Rong Shang asked, "Why kiss me?"

He even forgot about claiming, and just wanted to get the answer from her.

The bright moonlight shone on her head, placing a gentle halo on her, and her eyes were innocent: "You said, kiss me."

Conclusion: "..."

What he wanted to say was to remember that An Ning was a puppet.

She kissed her after saying only the word "ten million".

He hated that others would touch him, even if he just touched the corner of his clothes, his stomach would roll for a long time.

All this is thanks to his father, the disgusting third prince of the Eastern Emperor.

In order to save the descendants in the concubine's womb, the third prince searched for the dragon spinal cord everywhere. In order to obtain the dragon spinal cord, he even sent the goddess, the wife who was married by the media, to the other men's couch.

From a young dragon in his twenties to a bald middle-aged man with a big belly, and even a white-haired old man in his octogenarian.

She was once the moon in the water that was unreachable, and the daughter of the heavenly way was unattainable. No man could refuse the goddess with a beautiful appearance.

He saw with his own eyes how his mother served those men like a son.

In order to keep the third prince's heart, her pride, her dignity, and the last sense of responsibility to be a mother were trampled into the soil, so humble that it was not worth mentioning.

Until the concubine was about to give birth, the third prince learned that the Eastern Emperor had a precious dragon spinal cord in his hands, which could help the concubine give birth to children successfully.

The Donghuang Sacrifice is a bisexual man who is both male and female. The sacrifice disdained the dirty goddess.

The third prince wanted to please the sacrificial priest, so he locked him in an iron cage and gave him to the sacrificial priest overnight.

The priest touched every inch of his skin, like a cold centipede crawling on his body. He struggled to resist, and the priest used a knife to slash him behind him.

His back was covered with scars, and the sacrifice method buried the evil ghost's curse under the wound. When it rained, the wound would feel burning, as if he wanted to tear him into half.

Only by using the dragon spinal cord can the pain be relieved. The sacrifice wants him to become a slave, a slave as obedient as a goddess.

But he didn't, he killed the sacrificial priest.

The price is that the dragon tendons are pulled away and the dragon scales are cut off.

Everything that belonged to him was taken to the concubine's descendants.

This unpleasant childhood shadow flashed before my eyes, and my eyes drooped.

He gently stroked his slightly cool thin lips, as if he was savoring the warmth, softness and sweetness that had just happened.

It seems...it's not that annoying either?

The brain seemed to be empty for a while, and buzzing sounds faintly sounded in my ears, and some vague memories were being pulled away.

He knew that he could not count on Yu Pingchang, so he had to try to bite his finger and write the word "puppet" on the floor with blood.
To be continued...