Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 167: The Palace Master's Unbridled Flirting (34)

Qian Lin pursed her lips and remained silent.

Yes, he is ugly.

Everyone said that he was inferior to Bai Mufeng. He used to not care about it, and he never wanted to compare. His life was killing people, and then he was in a daze.

For more than ten years, nothing can arouse his interest.

He can stay in the icy state for a long time, just lying or sitting.

Alone, accompanied only by the sword.

But the saint, the saint also likes Bai Mufeng's face.

Qian Lin couldn't help but clenched her fingertips tightly, her eyes darkened.

"But I think you look good everywhere. Do you trust me or someone else?" An Ning didn't know where her patience came from, but she tried every means to make him happy. Maybe it was because...

His fate is also like that, he was born to be manipulated by others, unable to have his own choices.

But fortunately, Bai Chi is dead, he can finally be himself completely, unlike her, huh... It may take a long, long time to overthrow the gods.

An Ning chuckled, "These eyes are especially beautiful."

From the first glance, it feels clean and clear, it is really beautiful, and it can make people sink involuntarily.

and also……

And what she has been ignoring, familiarity.

An Ning tapped his brows and touched his eyes, "I want to see it, I like it, I like to see the way you change color for me..."

She really likes it, seeing his emotion after being innocent, and after seeing him in silence.

For some reason, I fell in love with it and wanted to take it home and keep it by my side.

Unfortunately, the golden egg system never allows it.

Thinking of this, a faint resentment suddenly rose in An Ning's heart, she lowered her head, and kissed him, a little ruthlessly.

The boy's Adam's apple slipped, his eyes were ice blue, as she wished.

"Saint, do you really like it?" Qian Lin wrapped her arms around her waist, and inserted her slender fingers into her hair inadvertently, lingering in it.

"Yeah, I like it very much." An Ning leaned on his chest and asked curiously, "Do your eyes change color when you kill someone?"

"Before I met you, I never had it."

"Why?" An Ning was a little shocked.

"Because..." The young man looked at her eyebrows and gently stroked her lips, "I'm only excited for you."

A brilliant light flashed in his ice blue eyes.

Her extremely beautiful pupils reflected her, as well as the... snow and ice behind her.

Frozen to the point--

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"It's so cold!"

An Ning suddenly opened her eyes, sat up in shock, panting heavily.

When did Jingshang Palace turn into a cold mirror?

puff puff-

The sound of a teenager's heartbeat, rapid, chaotic, sudden stop, restart...

He could hear clearly, as if he was right beside him.

Since she woke up, Qian Lin never took out the Frost Sword again.

And she was actually able to enter the icy state.

The original owner's body should have been broken long ago, and died right away. Whose life is it that's wasting away now?

When will an end be ushered in?
The golden egg system does not know.

She doesn't know either.

Every time you seek death, you will encounter various accidents.

The hanging rope broke, and he jumped into the water... He was forced to float ashore.

Take pains to make poison, the medicine bottle can be knocked over by itself.

Let's not talk about punishing each other except her, let's say that she tentatively wants to suffocate herself, and the quilt can fly.

In short, all actions that endanger life will be interfered with.

Obviously no one showed up.

An Ning held his forehead and frowned.

Finally put on his clothes and quickly ran out of the Palace of the Virgin.

Chen Qing followed behind.

"Take me to see the palace lord, I want to see him, immediately, immediately, I can't wait for a moment!" An Ning said coldly.

Linjing Palace.

Protector Zuo blocked her: "Holy girl, the palace master has rested, please come back!"

An Ning quickly walked forward and opened the door, but was stopped by him again, "Saint forgive me, the Palace Master does not allow anyone to disturb you, especially the saint." He quickly covered his mouth, why did he say who he is and where he is!
"Oh?" An Ning curled her lips, "What do you mean especially me? You don't know my relationship with him, huh?"

"No, anyone..."

An Ning leaned forward and smiled provocatively, "If I kiss you here, what will happen to him?"

Hearing this, Guardian Zuo quickly knelt down, sweating nervously, "Saint, don't embarrass your subordinates."

"Okay, then don't make things difficult for me." An Ning turned sideways, "Chen Qing, I'll leave him to you."

Chen Qing touched his finger bones, "This subordinate takes orders."

……

"Chen Qing, you actually did something to me, do you listen to the saint or the palace master?"

"The palace lord has said that the saint is the first priority in everything."

"you--"

……

Zuo Hufa was entangled by Chen Qing, and An Ning was able to open the door and enter.

The room was as cold as ice, but unexpectedly, she didn't feel too cold.

She walked over gradually, and as far as she could see, the boy was indeed sleeping on the bed.

The long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, he frowned, and slept very restlessly, the veins in his hands outside the thin quilt were bulging, as if he was grabbing something.

"Didn't such a big movement wake you up?" An Ning looked at him, stepped lightly, stretched out her hand, and her fingertips were about to touch his pulse——

The young man woke up suddenly, strangled her wrist, and withdrew a lot of strength when he touched her, "You're here."

"I just..." An Ning said solemnly, "I just wanted to hold your hand."

"Yeah." He replied, holding her hand instead.

Fingers clasped, hand in hand.

As he watched, a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.

He seldom smiles, but every time he smiles, he is very pretty, and this time is no exception, it is very attractive.

"We haven't seen each other for a few days." The voice was soft, with a little grievance mixed in, An Ning tried her best.

The boy said without thinking, "Two days."

peaceful:……

She just wanted to take the opportunity to express her longing for him every day, so that he could relax his vigilance, and didn't even think about asking questions.

This, unless he just thought of it in his heart.

An Ning frowned, "Little mute, do you really like me?"

Qian Lin pursed her lips and didn't speak, just lowered her head slightly, and held her hand even tighter.

"If you don't like it, then don't do anything about it," An Ning said calmly, "No matter what."

The young man's tightly pursed lips trembled, his breath was heavy and chaotic, and a gleam of blue floated across his dark eyes.

After a long time, he paused every word, "I, like, like it very much."

Like saintess.

From the moment he knew what liking is, from the moment he heard that men are dangerous to women, he knew that in this life and in the future, he only likes the saint, or should I say, only loves her——

An Ning sighed secretly, leaned over and kissed his trembling lips, "Okay, I understand, then I will stay here and accompany you."

"Saint, go back to the Palace of the Holy Maiden." The boy raised his head abruptly, his tone full of unquestionable determination.

"Okay, I'll listen to you too. But I want to sleep here today, will you let me?" An Ning asked with a smile, picking her lips.

"Naturally..." I was full of joy.

An Ning took off her coat, climbed onto the bed, and lay beside him.

The sound of the heartbeat was still so chaotic, fast, suddenly slow, as light as soundless, as if it would stop beating completely at any time.

An Ning quietly burrowed into his arms, her ear flaps inadvertently pressed against his chest.

The weird heartbeat continued, but it didn't come from the boy's chest, but——

in her head.

(End of this chapter)