Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 246 And use the title to lure the king's heart (34)

"My lord, guess what's today's recipe?"

Xi Ning pushed open the door of Zhaohe Hall, his tone full of joy.

The little Lord God, who was sitting upright, raised his eyes, glanced at her casually, then withdrew his eyes casually, and his eyes fell on the memorial again.

Walked to her fixed position in three or two steps and sat down. Xi Ning leaned his elbows on the table and rested his chin on the back of his hand. There seemed to be light in his bright black eyes, which was unbelievably dazzling.

"My lord, guess what~"

She dragged her tone, showing a bit of coquettishness.

The calm and calm Xiaozhushen critiqued the papers without moving his brows, as if he was completely unaffected by Xi Ning's acting like a baby.

In fact, the slightly trembling eyelashes have already exposed the boy's uneasy true emotions.

Since getting acquainted with him, she is less and less afraid of him.

Also, a little presumptuous.

Suppressing the turbulent restlessness, the handsome and picturesque young man lowered his eyelids and his voice was calm.

"Braised crucian carp."

Xi Ning leaned forward to cover the words on the memorial, his clear and bright eyes were full of pride.

"No, my lord, guess again."

The body stepped back imperceptibly, and Jun Zhuo looked at the little fox with bright eyes, his eyes dimmed, and he stared at her calmly.

The fine hair stood up alertly first.

Xi Ning retreated to his seat awkwardly, and his sitting posture was much more correct.

She dangled her fingers, blinked playfully, and said in a reserved manner: "My lord, I will give you a hint, it has something to do with chickens."

"Chicken in lotus leaf."

As he made a final decision, the girl's complacent expression turned dull, and she drooped her shoulders in frustration.

She pouted in dissatisfaction, and muttered to herself: "Why is your lord so good? You can guess it as soon as you give a hint, so I won't give you a hint next time."

Jun Zhuo shook his head helplessly, and was about to continue writing the memorial while picking up his pen.

Suddenly there was a sharp tingling in the fingers.

The veins in the hand went numb instantly, and the flesh attached to the phalanx trembled uncontrollably.

The Langhao pen fell on the table, leaving a thick ink mark on the memorial.

The nerves of the brain screamed frantically, and large swathes of black occupied the field of vision.

The body fell down involuntarily.

Before his consciousness became blurred, he seemed to hear calls that almost collapsed...

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The little lord was lying on the bed with a bloodless face, life and death unknown.

The imperial doctors who took the pulse changed one after another, their brows were tightly furrowed, their faces were solemn, but they couldn't explain why, Xi Ning was so anxious that he walked back and forth in the hall.

The moment the little lord god fell to the ground suddenly, she was really scared to death.

The imperial physicians knelt on the ground tremblingly, lowering their heads and not daring to breathe.

Xi Ning was about to attack with a cold face, but saw the young man frowned, his eyelids trembling slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

He hurriedly sat on the side of the bed, shunned the maids, eunuchs and doctors, and stared intently at the little lord god who slowly woke up.

Jun Zhuo supported the bed and was about to sit up, but just as he was about to use his strength, the girl beside the bed hurriedly grabbed his arm and helped him sit up.

Although Xi Ning let go a lot in front of him, he was still very careful not to make physical contact with him, as if he was afraid that he would get angry.

Brilliant fireworks exploded in my heart.

"Why did your lord faint suddenly?" Xi Ning looked at the young man with pale lips worriedly, and his tone was full of concern.

This three-hour coma made the little Lord God look less majestic and powerful, and even had a weakness unique to human beings.

The invisible barrier seemed to dissipate a lot.

Despite this, the little lord god's demeanor was still calm and calm, showing a slight alienation, as if he couldn't get close to him very well.

"This body can't support my divine power. It's just a reaction to the collapse of my physiological system. Don't worry."

Physiological system...

collapse……

That's it...

Xi Ning wanted to be angry, but when he touched the man's neither sad nor happy expression, all his anger immediately deflated like a leaking balloon.

This is the little Lord God.

He is not an ordinary person, even if his physiological system collapses, he will not die.

So, what is she worried about getting angry?

Quietly calming down, Xi Ning asked, "How long can you hold on, my lord?"

Jun Zhuo observed the girl's emotions calmly, watched her go from worry to anger, and then to calmness, pursed her lips silently, and replied in a less emotional way: "At most ten months, at least five months."

Oh, and she still has five months of goodwill.

This was Xi Ning's first reaction.

She had to get her big plans on the agenda.

This is her second reaction.

After running through the plan quickly in her mind, Xi Ning suddenly realized a major event that was closely related to her.

Suddenly looking at the little Lord God who didn't know what he was thinking, Xi Ning's tone was urgent.

"My lord, you are gone, what should I do?"

"You can stay here for 50 years, and when you die, you will automatically enter the next plane."

As soon as Jun Zhuo's voice fell, Xi Ning couldn't wait to ask: "Can I go to the next plane in advance?"

Jun Zhuo was silent.

Xi Ning felt uneasy.

After a while, Jun Zhuo opened his lips, his voice was as soft as the wind.

"The only remaining divine power I have is enough to send you to the next plane."

The implication is that if you don't leave now, you have to leave in 50 years.

But if he leaves now, the five-month friendship will be ruined.

Xi Ning pinched the corner of his clothes tangled, "Is there no other way to leave early?"

Jun Zhuo glanced at her, not quite understanding why she was so obsessed with leaving early, obviously she said she didn't want to experience the feeling of death at first.

But since Xi Ning asked, she must have her own intentions.

"There is another way."

Xi Ning's eyes lit up.

"die."

After the words fell, Xi Ning blinked dully.

"I will arrange everything for you before leaving, to ensure that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, and you can spend the remaining 50 years in peace." Jun Zhuo thought that Xi Ning was worried about the thrilling days ahead, and sipped He pursed his lips and said in a considerate way.

Xi Ning, who was deciding what method to use to die without pain, heard Jun Zhuo's words, his eyes were obviously tangled.

How to do?
Suddenly I don't really want to die.

What the little lord god described was simply the salted fish life she dreamed of.

Worry about food and clothing, safe and secure...

Otherwise, if she enjoys this plane for five or six years, and then goes to the next plane, she will live up to the careful arrangement of the little Lord God.

Xi Ning thinks she is really a genius.

Xi Ning looked at the weak and delicate Jun Zhuo in front of him, and decided to spare no effort to repay the little Lord God. In the remaining five months, he tried his best to provide the Little Lord God with a 360-degree greeting package with no dead ends.

The first step of the package is to provide 24-hour on-call and considerate service.

Xi Ning cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "My lord, in order to avoid unnecessary commotion, I apply to move back to the Hall of Zhaohe."

Jun Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't believe it. After all, when this person moved away, he was so chic.

"Have you really decided?" He looked at Xi Ning with a complicated expression.

Xi Ning had a firm face, and his tone was very solemn and dignified.

"In order to take good care of adults, I have already decided."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

(End of this chapter)