When the Golden Finger Lands in the Hands of the Villain

My son, how low your IQ is, even the people under you hate you!

His face was full-faced: "Naturally, His Highness did not think of it. This is what I thought of. His Highness agreed, too. I wonder what your wishes are."

Everyone looked at each other: "This is not bad, but ... the dead **** said that we would all kill us when we ascended the throne."

There is a blank expression of confidence: "Relax, with me, no one will touch you."

Another sighed and sighed, "But I just gave up. My tunnel wasn't dug in vain, and it was done in vain. The most important thing is to just let that dead **** relax easily? I'm so angry."

Kongwuying didn't take Feng Gong's safety in mind at all: "Drag it over, put a sack and fight."

"Just beat it up."

"Ten times."

The middle-aged man flashed in front of his eyes, and patted his shoulders, "I believe what you are saying now, we have our style of conduct."

Gongwuying showed a smile: "It is inconvenient to show up as Your Highness, and I will be responsible for delivering the message to you in the future."

I won't let you have a chance to meet him. Little eleven, do your homework. Your men will take over for you as fathers.

After the people's situation was roughly resolved, Wuying silently slipped back to the palace wearing a cloak.

Put on your pajamas and go to bed.

then……

His fingers froze slightly.

Because he seemed to touch a soft body.

The first thought of Wuwuying was: That madman Feng Fang threw people into his bed again?

Who is this time?

He was about to kick someone, and suddenly his arms were tangled up like this, with a half-sleepy and half-wake husky voice.

"Master, you are back."

"I'm back. I miss you so much."

Empty baby!

Nothing but felt his head exploded.

The next second, the empty baby flew out with the quilt.

The lights are empty.

Climbing out of the quilt was an empty baby with silver-haired purple eyes, more precisely called Ling Lingying who didn't know what the ghost's name was.

Kongwuying looked at his glorious face and sneered silently: "Pretend to be so long, can't help it? Xiaoling?"

Empty baby yelled "Xiao Ling, who is it?"

Kongwuying continued to sneer: "Your vest?"

The empty baby smiled sweetly: "Master, look at me."

He looked at him blankly and expressionlessly.

The empty baby smiled sweetly: "I'm so cute, do I need to wear a vest?"

He stepped forward slightly, purple eyes shining brightly under the light.

"There are urgent matters at this time, so I have to leave you temporarily, my master. I swear, from now on, I will never be separated from you again."

Lips are empty and silent.

The empty baby tilted her head: "Master, why are you mad at me? If it is for me to say that your twelve sons have a crush on you. Then I apologize, I said wrong, and your sons treat you It ’s the purest kind of father-son affection. There is nothing else but my heart. "

Nothingness: "..."

Empty Eleven is still in the room to do the questions? Pure ass!

"Master!" The empty baby cried affectionately, the purple eyes were soggy, it seemed that people could not help but want to bully.

"I am really ... I miss you so much."