The group pet cub of the villain tyrant

Chapter 39
The sun in midsummer is always extraordinarily early, and at this moment the outside of the temple is already full of sunshine,

Reflecting the water in the tank planted with lotus, the summer cicada perched on the trunk of the willow made its sixth call,

He Liansi finally couldn't wait any longer, wrinkled her pink and tender bitter face, raised her eyes to look at Yue'er aggrievedly and asked,
"Sister Yue'er, how long will Sisi have to wait?"

She's already here, and she's been waiting for almost half an hour. Isn't it nice for her to look for Zai Zai with her short legs in half an hour?
Master, what is it really is a bad review, and a master who is not punctual is even a big bad review!
"This..." Yue'er's eyebrows were all wrinkled, and she also wondered in her heart, the master is self-denying and respectful,

There has never been such an unpunctual situation as today, why is it suddenly late today.

"I'm sorry, Wei Chen is late."

Just when the two of them were full of depression, a deep voice of Ruokongguyoulan sounded from the gate of Yongqing Palace,

He Liansi and Yue'er coincidentally looked at the door together, but they were stunned by this look.
The person standing at the door was not the hale and hearty master with a gray beard and white hair in Yuanshen's memory.
It was a slender and tall figure in a silver and white satin gown, and beside him was a young man in green clothes holding an umbrella.

The face of the visitor was well-defined, with a straight nose, thin lips slightly pursed, waist-length black hair loose, and the most amazing thing was probably the little cinnabar between the eyebrows.

Such as the finishing touch, the posture of a fairy.

The only regrettable thing was that the man's eyes were covered by a section of silver-white silk.

"Surprised, Young Master Jinghua!"

Yue'er's low exclamation sounded, with undisguised excitement and surprise on her face, and even more excitement.

Who in the world does not know the son Jinghua of Northern Yin, who wrote poems at the age of three and recited the scriptures at the age of seven, and became famous for his articles when he was only ten years old.

However, such a stunningly talented person is born with congenital eye diseases, so he can only cover his eyes with silk and satin during the day to block out the dazzling light.

In this regard, the world can only sigh one sentence: "Heaven is jealous of talents."

After searching the original body's memory, He Liansi blinked his eyes. On his pink and tender cheeks, the pair of small eyebrows were wrinkled enough to kill a fly, and he panicked inside.
There is no other reason, as the mother of this plane, the awesome character in front of her,
She doesn't know... doesn't know... doesn't know...

This unscientific!

The original body itself is cannon fodder, and it is understandable that she has no impression of Yue'er and Xiaoquan, but it is similar to the person in front of me whose talent and fame have spread far and wide in the Xuande Continent.

As a mother, what about her!what!Can!able!meeting!No!recognize!knowledge? !

He Liansi's first reaction was to ask Folian, what kind of moth is Tiandao's father doing?

However, because I gave him such a disgusted look in the morning, Folian has not turned on this thing until now!
Seeing the handsome and tall figure walking towards him step by step, He Liansi's head was full of mmp and he didn't know where to say it.

However, when He Liansi was thinking, that clear and tall figure had already come to He Liansi, the visitor was very tall,

If He Liansi didn't raise his head, he could only barely see his long and slender legs.
He Liansi's current mood is... very sad, and he feels very aggrieved, quite suddenly.

　The male lead appears Liao~|ω)

　　Of course, the exciting ones are coming later, so stay tuned~(°з°)-

　　See you tonight
　　Ticket ticket ticket ~! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)