There is a fox in my house

Chapter 932 Yes, slaves talk too much

"Yes, brother, I will let Xueya cultivate to become a fairy as soon as possible. When she becomes a fairy, you can recognize her as your daughter."

The man in purple nodded noncommittally, "Okay, take her back to your palace, I'm leaving too."

After finishing speaking, a layer of golden clouds flew under his feet.

He walked lightly on the golden clouds.

After he left, a silver cloud floated under the feet of the woman in the white dress.

She held the baby in her arms, and drifted away on the silvery clouds.

"Your Highness..."

"Don't wake her up. Keep an eye on her. If she wakes up, tell her I'll be back soon."

Jiyue Liuyin carried Jiang Xueya to the bedside, and then gently placed her on the bed.

After pulling away the brocade quilt and covering her lightly, he couldn't help but kiss her flushed cheek again.

She slept really deeply.

last night. .Tired her out.

Reluctantly standing up from the bed, he walked out of Yunshui Palace with gentle steps.

Now, he was really worried about leaving her alone in the mortal world.

So he carried her back to the Fox Realm together.

If possible, he really wanted to turn her into a small thing and carry it with him in his pocket.

That way, he doesn't have to worry about her safety anymore.

"Your Highness, don't you want to change your clothes?"

A pretty woman in a green dress came forward and asked softly.

Jiyue Liuyin shook her head, and said calmly, "That's all."

He didn't like the princess of the flower world, so why would he deliberately dress up for her.

There is only one person who can make him bother.

When he thought of her, his eyes couldn't help but take on a bit of tenderness.

"But Your Highness..."

The woman seemed to be a little embarrassed.

You know, today is His Highness's wife who is married with your fingertips.

Your Highness. .It doesn't seem to matter at all.

But Wang said it. .Let Your Highness dress up well.

Jiyue Liuyin's eyes turned cold, and she said with a bit of impatience in her tone, "But what?"

The woman in the green skirt looked at his face, lowered her head, and said respectfully, "Yes, this slave is talking too much."

(End of this chapter)