Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"..."

Yan Dashao, a master of the cold field, successfully made the world quiet.

By the time he reacted after losing too much blood, it seemed to be too late.

The woman suddenly turned her head, gritted her teeth like a cold aristocratic cat, and let out a very irritating "heh-" sound.

The eyes staring at Yan Ce were dangerous and full of killing intent.

"Thanks for the reminder."

There was a distance of about two meters, but the horrified expression of looking back made Yan Ce feel the sting of being in the cold winter of Siberia.

Is this the Chakra of the Dou Zun? It's so terrifying!

"Okay, can you bring me a piece of normal cloth?"

"Okay, do you have a favorite color?"

"No!"

"Well, then it's fine."

This is a conversation that is so normal that it can no longer be normal, if the constant ups and downs of emotion in Miss Ling Shi's voice are ignored.

She turned her back to Yan Ce, stretched her palms back, her fingernails seemed to touch his hand through a layer of cloth, her fingers retreated a little, and she picked up the cloth and pulled it over, wiping her long hair.

The calm cheeks became more and more cold.

Yan Ce, who had a wonderful expression, had a "dangerous" engraved on his forehead. He always felt that if it happened late at night, he might have written the word "positive" all over his thighs.

Seeing her sitting on the other side of the bed naturally, with her legs crossed, combing her hair quietly, Yan Ce looked at her upper body wrapped in gauze and smelling of medicine.

Last night, wouldn't it be the same room again?

Yan Ce raised a question in his heart.

But observing Miss Lingshi's indifferent face for a while, he resolutely suppressed this serious topic.

"I'll go find the assassins and get down to business."

Just as the boy was about to escape from the strange bedroom, she put on her coat and looked sideways at Yan Ce.

"No need, they have already been here before you woke up, and they already know the task to be completed next."

"Ok?"

Yan Ce blinked, and the premonition that something was wrong in his heart became more and more intense, "When they came in, I...you, um, is it the current state anyway?"

Lonely man and widow, with half-undressed clothes, is still a thought-provoking scene after the event, not to mention the spread of fame will kill the society, and there may be life-threatening fears, for example, the little classmate Fusu is very wrong now Light melanization.

Miss Lingshi calmly said: "No."

Yan Ce breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my reputation, Yan Xiaoce, was not ruined at the most critical juncture.

"When you fell asleep, you were covered with a women's coat to cover your injuries. Now, you rubbed that coat on the ground. By the way, remember to let the people from the State Guest House take it away and clean it when you go out."

"..."

This can have a ghostly effect of eliminating misunderstandings, fall!

A discerning eye can see that it is a tragic scene where a weak person is pushed into a coma by a big-breasted iceberg sister. It can omit [-] words of harsh description, and the intimacy of your brain-filling process probably needs to be typed so thick that it cannot be thicker. The type of art film that can only be played.

Yan Ce stared at the ceiling, a little desperate.

"Your Highness, are you awake? The outline of the picture is roughly drawn, would you like to take a look first?"

At this moment, the voice of the national martyr girl Hu sounded outside the door.

"Well, wake up, you come in."

Yan Ce was depressed, put on his black formal suit, turned his eyes and saw those big white legs, and hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, don't come in!"

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his voice to the woman: "I said, can you put on the bottom? It's all exposed!"

She said coldly: "The few clothes you brought were either burnt or wrinkled when you slept. Are you sure you want me to wear those now?"

"...Is there no spare?"

"Excuse me, who told me to pack lightly all the way?"

With a calm expression, she picked up a delicate dress with irregular creases next to the pillow, and let Yan Ce look at it, and didn't stop until the boy showed an embarrassed expression.

Throughout the night, all the quilts were placed on his back, so as not to worsen the wound, and the clothes acted as a temporary quilt, but what he didn't expect was that Yan Ce fell asleep in the middle of the night with advanced ADHD, tossing and turning those clothes.

Yan Ce also knew that he had a tendency to move around, so embarrassed that he didn't know how to speak, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed.Opening the door a little bit, Yan Ce immediately walked out and dragged the girl away before the girl of the National Martyr could take a look inside at the white and dirty scene.

"There's nothing to see in it. Here's the picture, give it to me."

"Here, Your Highness. When I sneaked into Baiyue, I chose a blanket search and rescue due to a lack of information. The terrain is roughly correct. But the distance estimated by the naked eye, so there should be errors."

"Get people together and have a meeting."

"promise."

Seeing Yan Ce's flustered but clumsy pretending to be calm, Miss Ling raised her eyebrows, spread the clothes on the bed with her hands, stretched out the folds, smoothed and folded them carefully, facing the golden morning light, her eyes softened a little.