The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 265

He found her, what is he going to do next?
She suddenly felt cold.

But the man didn't wave his giant palm this time, he just grabbed the thief by the collar and dipped his head into the big wooden bucket that was set aside for bathing!
It's just strange that when Nan Gongzheng was fighting fiercely in his heart, the thief didn't struggle from the beginning to the end, but just quietly immersed in the wooden barrel...

This Los Angeles man is so stubborn?He had always thought that there were no real men in Los Angeles, but more Confucian scholars who were good at flamboyance and flamboyance. Unexpectedly, this young man who was a thief was really masculine!

After a long while, Nangong Zheng pulled Thief's head up from the water, and found that his wet hair was sticking to his face, and he was not breathing.

He threw Thief on the *bed, and looked down at Thief's side face covered by wet hair, he was a little dazed.Then, lighting a candle, he leaned over and blew hard, mouth to mouth, until he could begin to breathe on his own.

After Thief finally recovered his normal breathing, Nangong Zheng saw blood slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth...

Nangong Zheng held his breath. He thought it was a killer sent by his opponent. After all, he didn't even bring Ling Feng with him when he traveled in low clothes this time, just to visit Su's house. This time, even if he lived in an inn, could he still be targeted? ?But, unexpectedly, what was waiting was not a killer, but a young thief with no martial arts background. Thinking of this, he couldn't help letting go of his guard.

It's fine that the thief didn't steal anything, and he was kept in the closet for a long time, so it's fine for him to teach him a lesson, and there's no need to kill anyone.

They are all his people, and maybe there are difficulties. When he thought of this, he suddenly felt that this was not him in the past, as if he had been awakened by someone. In his cold-blooded temper, there was more kindness that he shouldn't have.

Because there is a person who wants to make him a king.

Mo Ke sighed helplessly, Nan Gongzheng tore off his clothes and tried to heal his broken ribs, but even stranger things happened again!
Underneath Thief's coat, there is actually another layer of coat. After peeling off, there is another layer, and after peeling off, there is another layer!
Frowning, Nangong Zheng simply waved his hand and tore the clothes from the middle of Thief's body, and then watched the layers of clothes inside torn apart with a sound.

When Nan Gongzheng tore off the layers of tattered clothes, he was stunned suddenly, because he actually saw something that did not belong to a man on the thief.

"Woo... It's cold, it's so cold..." Thief, whose face was covered by his disheveled hair, groaned in pain.

What's strange is that when this voice sounded, Nangong Zheng's tall body suddenly shook slightly!
His body was stiff like a huge stone, yet so fragile, as if he would completely collapse if he continued to hear that voice.

It was an illusion, he missed her madly, so he took the thief he met in Los Angeles as her.

He wrapped the quilt tightly around her body, but didn't look back at her again, for fear of brushing away the wet black hair on her face, it would be another face.

He was used to waiting, so he didn't want to despair.

Even if it was really a thief who disguised himself as a man, it was only because his figures and voices were too similar that he misunderstood.

He didn't want to use that word, life without love, to describe his current life.

He also didn't know if he was more affectionate than other men, but so far, without her by his side, he has never been unwilling to be lonely.

Even a woman somewhat similar to that woman cannot replace her.

He sat at the table, and after a while, he straightened up suddenly, he could vaguely hear her breath gradually calming down, his chest was aching, but he couldn't find the reason.

He was still curious, even if he parted her hair and saw a different face, he still wanted to know.

Even in the face of an army of [-], he had never been so apprehensive.

He approached her step by step, stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and brushed aside the strands of black hair that blocked her real face. The woman's eyes were tightly closed, but her face had already occupied his sight.

He was stunned.

Probably not.

Not only the body is similar, the voice is similar, even the face is exactly the same?

Maybe it's because his eyesight hasn't fully recovered yet, now that he sees a woman, does he feel that he has the same face as her?
He waited, waiting for the night to recede, waiting for the dawn to come.

He ignored that face, still thought it was an illusion, and poured a trace of true energy into her without emotion, filled her body with warmth, healed her wounds, and prevented her from being so painful that she would continue to fall into a coma .

Morning finally arrived.

He sat on the side all night, his figure didn't change at all, every moment, every moment from night to dawn, he counted and suffered.

He closed his black eyes in pain, clenched his fists tightly, not daring to relax a bit, waiting for the strange female thief who suddenly broke into his life to wake up, and waiting for himself to wake up.

If he always had hallucinations, maybe too much incense had penetrated into his body, making him delusional, and he was already dying of illness.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and at this moment, after a night of calming down, he had already become calm.

If it is a real similar face, will it be a conspiracy?

In this world, there is also a method of deception, called disguise technique.

It will be the enemy who opposes him. Knowing who he has been looking for for more than a year, he arranged for a woman with a similar figure to put on a fake human skin mask, just to take off his defenses and approach his body , and then, give him the most painful and unexpected blow!
If that's the case, he shouldn't have saved her, and he shouldn't have any compassion, let the vicious person use Su Min's face to confuse him, this kind of person deserves to die even more.

She still felt cold, so she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the scene in front of her, and vaguely remembered everything that happened last night. This handsome man with his back to her must be the owner of this room in the inn. She still felt angry that that misunderstanding made him hurt people without asking indiscriminately.

To accuse her of being a thief, at least she should find some evidence. If she died at the hands of this stranger for no reason, she would feel wronged!
She knew she should get up and ask him to leave, but she didn't have the strength.

She was about to lift the quilt and get up to reason with him, when she suddenly realized that she was naked like a shelled shrimp!
Suddenly, her eyes hurt, she was almost about to cry, and the light in her eyes suddenly burst into flames!
What did he do when she was unconscious?
She didn't dare to think about it.

Staring at that figure, she dared to bet that this person would definitely not be a child of an ordinary family, because the figures of those young masters and brothers would never have a shocking and murderous look!

Even if he was just silent, he just turned his back to her, this feeling is definitely not wrong.

With a flash of light, the protagonist in sight turned around and looked at her coldly. He walked away, and she realized that there was a long sword on the table. The blood all over her body rushed to the ground. She was really unlucky. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came back, he ran into a disciple, who was also a practitioner!
Not to mention that her body is still a little weak, even if her body is completely healed, how can she, a woman with no strength to restrain her, resist this man?

"Don't come here." She shouted, her voice trembling and choking.

He frowned, her reaction, and the strange fear in her eyes made him feel strange, and made him believe that it should be an opponent wearing a mask. There are many people who oppose him, but he cannot allow anyone to use her , to avenge him.

If there were such an audacious enemy, he would not spare him lightly.Because in her name, the crime is even worse.

"Why can't I come?" Standing up, Nangong Zheng pulled the woman over and threw her down on the couch.

"Don't do this!" The woman shrunk her body into a ball, tears welling up in her eyes.

It's pitiful, it's easier to soften his heart with this face, but he still has a cold face, watching her pear blossom with tears in his eyes, and has panicked eyes.

He pulled out the long sword in his hand, a piece of icy iron around her neck, she didn't even dare to breathe, she didn't know why he treated her like this.

It seemed that she was his enemy in his previous life!Does she have a feud with him to kill his father?

"I didn't steal anything from you, and I didn't touch anything." She was so anxious that she couldn't finish her sentence, she pulled up the quilt on her body with one hand to avoid having a good time, and shook her hand repeatedly to try to resolve the misunderstanding between the two.

After all, the sword resting on her neck frightened her* quite a bit.

There is only one and a half years left in her life and experience, her mind is blank, she doesn't understand how dangerous and complicated the world is, but she can't shed more tears to repel his actions.

He frowned, and covered her temples with his big palm, trying to find some flaws in the position of the extension, but he groped for a long time, and even when he felt the face under his palm began to tremble slightly, he couldn't find it. There is a gap.

With a wave of his hand, the long sword suddenly went into its sheath.

Her eyes were full of tears, and she originally wanted to apologize, even if she didn't steal any of his money, and hid in his house, she seemed to have ulterior motives.But when he came into contact with a pair of deep black eyes, his mind instantly went blank.Wearing a Confucian shirt, he looked so elegant, and that aristocratic air surrounded him as if it was natural, making his already handsome face even more extraordinary...

It's just that the plain blue Confucian shirt is somewhat incompatible with his fierce and cold sword at the moment.

No, why is she still fascinated?
She suddenly felt that she seemed to have a little more speculation about his identity.

Well, whatever the situation was in the beginning, it is now different.Now the one holding the sword to force her to ask her to compromise is this man.

(End of this chapter)