My host is a playboy

Chapter 188 This Fairy Tale Is A Little Dark 22
"I know where he is." Micah lowered his eyes, his expression a little gloomy.

I really don't want to answer that place at all, but...

Going back this time may be able to end all of this.

"Okay, without further ado, let's go now." Naia made a final decision. She is a sharp and decisive person, and it is not her character to be fussy.

Yun Qing looked at Micah, with a lot of thoughts in her heart.

Micah is also secretly looking at Yun Qing, this little guy is really interesting.

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Hill originally wanted to return to the castle after finding Sleeping Beauty, but he felt that his origin was no longer in that secret room.

Hill was in a hurry at the time. Although Sleeping Beauty may be really stunningly beautiful, he still felt that it was not as good as his origin.

Or in other words...

It was his life...

When Hill saw the empty secret room, he almost went berserk.

who is it!

Who took it!
Hill's eyes flashed fiercely, if he knew, heh...

Hill closed his eyes for a long time.

Then he opened his eyes incredulously, how come?how is this possible?

Now he can't feel where the origin is.

It stands to reason that this should be impossible, Hill and the magic mirror are closely related.

Even if they are thousands of miles away, they can sense the other party's existence, but this time, they can't sense it at all.

Hill's mood was unprecedentedly heavy, and a dark cloud shrouded his heart.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Hill felt that this time... something bad was about to happen.

Three days later...

Yun Qing held a palm-sized magic mirror and looked into the mirror with a smile.

Naiya cast a spell on the magic mirror to make it smaller, and what Yun Qing is holding in her hand is a miniature version of the magic mirror.

Micah looked at the girl's face as white as jade, and helplessness flashed in his glazed eyes.

In the past three days, he couldn't count how many times this woman had looked in the mirror.

Now that he closed his eyes, he could carefully outline the delicate little face in front of him.

Yun Qing seemed to be looking in the mirror, but she was actually admiring her own beauty.

Sleeping Beauty really deserves to be Sleeping Beauty!

The skin is as white as jade, with a pair of lively eyes with watery eyes, a straight nose, and lips like rose petals with dew in the morning.

but……

Yun Qing is also committing the crime because of her beauty, how familiar she can win in Micah with her current beauty.

But it is also true that Yun Qing has been swaying in front of Micah these three days, and it is difficult for Micah not to be familiar.

What's more, it's not that Micah doesn't care about Yun Qing at all.

Arriving at the old castle, Naia knocked on the door in a charming manner.

After a while, the door opened.

"We two sisters came here to play, but we lost our way when we didn't want to. It's getting late at the moment. I wonder if we can stay overnight?" Naia said to the maid who opened the door.

The maid looked at Naiya and Yun Qing in front of her, amazement flashed in her eyes, and then it turned into pity.

"You two wait a moment, I will ask the master." The maid closed the door and sighed softly.

Two delicate flowers are about to wither.

It's a pity, but it's a pity, but if you want to help, it's absolutely impossible.

The maid went upstairs and knocked on the study door.

"Master, there are two ladies outside." The maid bowed her head and said respectfully.

"How's your beauty?" Hill asked casually while looking at the letter on the table while playing with a delicate rose in his hand.

"Top grade." The maid was already numb.

"Let them in." Hill raised his eyebrows with some interest.

Suddenly, a touch of bright red appeared on the originally white and flawless fingers.

Hill hissed.

Sure enough, roses still have thorns.

Hill threw the rose in his hand on the ground, and the bright red on his fingertips disappeared between his lips and teeth...

　Ahhh, Kawen has been stuck for a long time, I am too difficult.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)