Chapter 91 Empress Fenghua (7)

After finishing these scumbags, Mutang stretched out his hand and wanted to take the young man over, when another voice called "Your Majesty."

She turned her head impatiently to look at the man, this face
Yun Su?

He is the one who wants to green her all the time!

Baozi couldn't help reminding: [Host, it was the original owner that she wanted to green, not you. 】

She didn't care, this person's thinking was very dangerous, and he dared to covet her.

Chopped, must be chopped.

steamed stuffed bun:【.】

Chopped, chopped?
Whose idea is dangerous?

Seeing that the host's hand was about to move, Baozi hurriedly stopped him and said, "I can't kill her, I can't kill her yet, she has connections with the Eastern Territory."

After not getting a response from Mu Tang for a long time, Yun Su slowly raised her head, only to find that His Majesty had left, including the boy.

Thinking of the glimpse just now, for some reason, she felt inexplicably melancholy in her heart.

On the other side, the young man sneaked a glance at Mu Tang who was silent all the way beside him and walked away holding his hand.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

Mutang stared at the peaceful young man in front of him, and suddenly had the idea of ​​hiding him.

The two didn't say a word, the room was so quiet that even the sound of each other's breathing became clear.

"Your Majesty, have you heard of the body of calamity?"

The young man took a step back and opened the distance between the two, followed by a low voice.

This is the first time Xiao Yiyi took the initiative to talk to her in this plane.

With a serious face, Mu Tang nodded.

"I am that unfortunate body, so... let me go."

He looked at Mutang calmly, explaining the fact indifferently, as if he didn't care.

He was waiting, waiting for the person in front of him to look at him with disgust and fear, and then drive him away with disgust.

After all, everyone in the world knows that getting close to the body of calamity means being insulated from luck, not being favored by heaven, and calamity will continue to haunt him, anyway, he is used to it.

However, after hearing this, the woman in front of her didn't change her face, but took a step forward.

The corner of the young man's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at Mu Tang with a hint of sarcasm.

Heh, it looks pretty similar.

"You too."

Mutang's cold voice echoed in the silent space.

The expression on the young man's face was slightly stagnant, and anger suddenly appeared on his usually calm face, and he shouted at her: "I have already said that I don't have a name, you misidentified me!"

Mutang's firm voice came from next to my ear, "No, you have a name, my surname is mine, and you will be called Junyi from now on."

Hearing this, he raised his head abruptly, and the woman's doting and gentle eyes on him came into view deeply.

Jun also?

his name?

The pool of dead still water in my heart seemed to be thrown down by a stone, causing ripples.

As long as he can remember, he was all alone. When he met other people, they called him Little Nemesis, Scourge, Catastrophe and so on.

At first he didn't know what that meant, what it meant, then, later.
A period of unbearable memories was recalled again, and the head suddenly became painful.

Jun Yi took a few steps back, squatted down, hugged his head tightly with his hands, and curled up in a corner.

Feeling his wrist being touched by the cool fingertips, he subconsciously slapped that hand away.

A "pop" resounded throughout the room.

Realizing something, Jun Yi regained his composure and hurriedly raised his head.

I saw that on the woman's originally white right hand, there is now an obvious red mark.

His body trembled slightly, his lips parted slightly, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

(End of this chapter)

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