The rogue prince and the god of war

Liu Luofeng squatted down to let her put her back on her back.Hua Xiaojuan unceremoniously lay on Liu Luofeng's broad shoulders, feeling that the peace at this moment, like real happiness, made her cold heart slightly warm.

His shoulders are very broad, Hua Xiaolan doesn't know if all boys' shoulders are so broad, obviously... looks thin.Well, the hair has a faint mint scent, which is her favorite smell.

Closing her eyes, Hua Xiaojuan slowly fell asleep.It has been a long time since she slept so peacefully. There is no assassination, no mission, no battle that must be won. At this moment, she is a real woman, and she is qualified to lean on the shoulders of others.

Liu Luofeng has been carrying her on his back, walking through the long street, on a starry night, carrying this second young lady on his back, walking through the street full of fragrance of flowers, for some reason, familiar people make his heart feel unfamiliar. beat.Even the wind became tender, and he couldn't help slowing down and walking slowly.

He walked very slowly, as if he wanted time to continue like this.

He sent her back all the time, but Liu Luofeng still looked reluctant to part with her.Caressing that charming face a little presumptuously, Liu Luofeng murmured extremely softly: "Fool, you really think you've fooled me, you're such a silly lady..."

Standing up, Liu Luofeng was about to leave, feeling that the people around him were about to leave, the sleeping woman instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand.

Liu Luofeng blinked his bright eyes in surprise, feeling a little soft in his heart.It seems that he is dependent on this person.

"Wu... Yan..." The soft dreamy words overflowed from the lips, the unfamiliar name made the tenderness in Liu Luofeng's eyes that had just been rippling gradually darken again.

Speechless, who is it?Why did he never hear the second lady mention it.Coming out of Hua Xiaojuan's room, Liu Luofeng meets Zhenzhen head-on.Zhenzhen hesitated and bit her lip, looking at him from time to time.

Liu Luofeng looked at her coldly, and said in a cold voice, "Is there another letter from home urging me to go back?"

Zhenzhen knelt down with a plop, and begged: "Please go back and inherit the orthodoxy, Lord."

Liu Luofeng walked slowly to Zhenzhen's side, knelt down and pressed her ear and asked, "Who is the undead corpse in the Ice Pavilion, do you know?"

Zhenzhen's body trembled unconsciously, and she replied cautiously: "I know, I know, it's the Lord's...mother, mother."

The corner of Liu Luofeng's mouth curled into a bloodthirsty smile, and his cold fingers brushed across Zhenzhen's neck.

"What is orthodoxy? I'm just the son of a concubine. Before I was 12 years old, I lived in the servant's room. You laughed at me behind my back, didn't you? Hehe, now that I killed all his other sons, he wants to I went back to inherit the orthodoxy? Really, why don’t you bring him a sentence for me, tell him, if my mother doesn’t survive, the next one will die—he.”