My Empress is My Bad Girl

Toddlers are going to chase them, but they don't know where they are going. What's more, it is troublesome to meet the man's accomplices in the middle of the night.

The toddler had no choice but to return to the ruined temple first.

However, I saw that the scholar in white was still lying on the haystack, asleep, and the taro in the fire was everywhere in the fight.

"You are upset, sleeping like a dead pig!"

The toddler glared at the scholar and found a clean place to sit down.

Because of exhaustion of energy, there is no time to take care of the soaked clothes on his body.

Fortunately, Mo Tuan is spiritual, and he quietly leaned against her to warm her.

The tired, hungry and sad toddler fell asleep in a daze.

She opened her eyes when it was getting light, and she felt warm all over her body. She didn't know when the fire moved to her side.

The child glanced at the other side, and the scholar in white clothes was also yawning, as if he had just woke up.

He saw a few corpses piled up at the door, and yelled in fright: "Kill!"

"What's the name of the ghost?" The child frowned, "Such a big man, with a big needle-pointed courage. It's better to go home early and run around outside."

When the scholar saw the child, he couldn't help but smile and said, "It is human nature to have a heart of fear. Anyone can be as fierce as a girl? Hey, why did my fire get to you? And my taro!"

He yelled and picked up the taro and looked at the baby again, "Okay, I see, you must be the fierce girl who can't help but **** my taro!"

The child was so angry and funny, he kicked the taro away: "Who cares about your taro!"

She stood up, took the ink ball, and walked out.

"Hey, here is a steamed bun... Beiyu, here it is for you."

The child stretched out his hand, and the bun in his arms was gone.

She turned her head abruptly and saw that the scholar was holding a bun and sending it to his dark horse's mouth.

That's what Cauliflower left for her.

The child's anger is no small matter.

She yelled, ran to grab the steamed bun, raised her hand to slap the scholar in the face.

He raised his hand in the air, but stopped.

The scholar's face is like snow, his eyes are innocent.

Forget it.

He was just an unaware person.

The toddler put his hand down, looked at the steamed bun, and said coldly: "Take your horse to roll."

The scholar gave her a weird look and asked, "The girl is alone, where is this going?"

"Where I go, it has nothing to do with you. However, you are also a scholar, I tell you, there are two gangs of wicked people around here, you'd better take a detour. If you are caught by them, I will tell you to go and not return."

"Is it so scary?" The scholar looked at the corpses piled up at the door, "The girl is so powerful in martial arts, why don't we walk together?"

"I don't like to be cumbersome."

"I can pay."

"You asked me to be your bodyguard?" The child laughed angrily. "It's a miracle that you can live up to now if you are an ignorant and timid scholar like you."

The scholar smiled and said, "It seems that I am lucky."

"Do it yourself!"

The child collected the buns, took the ink ball, and walked out of the ruined temple.

Seeing the corpse on the ground, the young child couldn't help but wonder when he remembered what happened last night.

Originally, she alone could not beat the siege of the two men in robes, but at the critical moment, someone apparently helped her. But when she killed the last person, that person stopped him again.

Why did you kill one person and let the other go?

This makes the children puzzled and can't figure out whether the person who secretly shot is an enemy or a friend.