The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 401 Sudden White Head (Thirty)
Cen Mu reached out to take it, and his body began to tremble involuntarily: "Silly girl, does it hurt?"

Agula shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, I don't. Brother Mu... Thank you, thank you... Remember to take good care of..."

Before she finished speaking, those beautiful hands hung down limply.

Cen Mu suddenly became excited: "Agula! You finished speaking, you haven't finished yet! Can you open your eyes and look at your brother again? Who do you want me to take care of? You finished speaking..."

He yelled, he had always been a calm and indifferent person, so he would have such violent emotions.

No one had ever seen Cen Mu like this before, he just stood aside with a hesitant expression on his face.Finally, a slightly older member of the Guna tribe came out and patted Cen Mu on the shoulder: "Go back, we will take care of Agula's funeral, you just need to remember and promise us."

As if losing his soul, Cen Mu was pushed away and fell to the ground, holding the golden hairpin tightly in his hand.

"I killed her." Cen Mu whispered, lowering his eyes as if looking at the hairpin.

"We know, Agula left without pain, so you can go too." The person in his arms was taken away like this, and Mao'er Alley suddenly became quiet again, only Qin Yuman's people were left, sitting on the ground blankly Cen Mu.

Seeing that it was getting late, Qin Yuman was worried about Li Nian's return home, so she walked over and kicked Cen Mu: "I didn't expect you to be so cruel, and you actually killed your own relatives yourself, wasting a beautiful beauty like me. Tell me Not much to say, the lives of the rest are in your hands."

Cen Mu raised his head slightly, watching Qin Yuman looking down at himself.There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and he let the hairpin in his hand pierce his palm.He didn't know if it was his own blood or Agula's blood, but it stained Cen Mu's clothes little by little.

Is this how it feels to be an ant?
He suddenly understood the hatred in Li Nian's eyes when he was a proton in the grassland.

Now he is the one who is in despair, the prince of the prairie who breaks the country, being trampled under his feet and unable to move.After taking a deep breath, Cen Mu slowly recovered.

He staggered to his feet and put away the hairpin.There was no more grief on his face, and he was so calm and breezy when he came together, with a romantic and ruffian air on his body.

He bent his lips: "Understood Miss Qin, don't worry, Cen Mu will guarantee to be aware of current affairs in the future. You are the future princess, and I know the affairs of the house well, so I won't make things difficult for you."

Qin Yuman felt that there was something different about Cen Mu. She stared at it for a long time, but couldn't find the answer. She could only pull the corners of her mouth to straighten her back. She still looked like the noble young lady.

"You just need to understand it in your heart. No matter how much you are favored, you are destined to be a male favorite. Only by clinging to the big tree can you make yourself and the people you care about live better." Her voice was bewitching, and she turned around. Leaving Mao'er Alley with someone in his body, "You are a smart person, I don't say much. It's late, I'll have someone take you to change clothes, what should you say when you return home, what should you not say, You know that."

"Yeah." Cen Mu stared at her back, and when they parted, Cen Mu sneered, "Don't worry Your Highness, I won't talk too much, I know my identity. But I also remind Miss Qin that there are some things that need to be addressed. It's not good to get dirty with your own hands."

Qin Yuman paused, turned and left without turning her head.See you later, now at the Prince's Mansion.

She has changed a lot, and so has Cen Mu.

(End of this chapter)