Picked up cute pets are too sweet

Chapter 897 You Close Your Eyes
At this time, Emperor Tianzhao grabbed Qianqian's hand holding his head, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, "You save me, you save me, save me..."

"Your Majesty..." Qianqian whispered, not knowing what to say.

The sorrow of an emperor, the sorrow of a suspicious emperor.

Emperor Amaterasu covered his face with his hands, his voice came out from between his fingers, "I should have listened to you, I should have listened to you, only... only to see him die, only one day to see him with my own eyes His corpse, he really disappeared in front of me, forever."

"Your Majesty still has so many imperial guards, and your Majesty still has rights, so you don't have to be afraid."

"You don't understand, you don't understand... From the time I sat in that position, I knew that he wanted that position, and one day he would step on my dead body and sit in that position..." Emperor Amaterasu was too worried. There were too many fears, the more he said the more he trembled, "I can't kill him, I can't kill him no matter what, I will one day... one day I will die in his hands... He must know that today's people ...Today's person is sent by me, he will..."

"No, Your Majesty, no."

Qianqian had only one sentence. She looked at the tent, and on the curtain of the tent, she could see the figures of two guards guarding outside.

Her eyes seemed to be not only on the curtain, but also on a place farther away, as if she could see the person who really terrified the person leaning on her.

……

Ling'er stared at the wound on Yanzhanhuang's forehead, her face was serious, the wound was not too big, and there was no more blood oozing, but there was still blood on his cheek.

Yanzhanhuang was sitting, and Linger was standing in front of him, their eyes were just at the same level.

Ling'er pouted, as if she was in pain, she raised her hand several times but didn't dare to touch it, she asked cautiously: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Ling'er shook her head, it must have hurt, "I'm most afraid of pain, it hurts just looking at it."

She sat beside him, hanging her feet by the bed, and looked at him with her head tilted. The wound on his forehead showed no signs of healing.

She jumped off the bed again and stood in front of him. He raised his eyes slightly to look at her.

"Why is it not good?"

"I'm different from you. This wound will take a few days to heal." Yanzhanhuang patiently explained to her.

"Oh." Ling'er glanced at his eyes, then glanced at his wound, "But it will hurt."

Yanzhanhuang stopped talking.

Ling'er looked at him, the wound on his forehead was particularly glaring to her eyes, she felt a little awkward, she thought for a while, leaned down and said, "Close your eyes."

Yanzhanhuang didn't listen.

Ling'er moved closer and ordered: "Close your eyes!"

"Ah."

Yanzhanhuang closed her eyes, but she couldn't see the person in front of her, only the light revealed some dim figures.

She was approaching him, his fingers on both sides moved, but his body did not move.

A piece of softness was touched on the forehead, with a little dampness, and the breath from the tip of the nose was the faint fragrance of the child.

He never knew what the fragrance on her body was like, he didn't know it before, and he still doesn't know it now.

He opened his mouth, and the shape of his mouth was two words, but the voice that came out was indeed another two words, "Ling'er."

He naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him, and he smelled her body.

Ling'er muttered something dissatisfied, but still answered him.

(End of this chapter)