The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 47
[229! 】Lan Yao stared violently, 【Why can't I speak in this world? 】

It's fine if it's a fish, why can't you even talk?

229 shook his body, a little timid: [Host, in this world, mermaids are like this...It is equivalent to the human setting that the host needs to follow in this world...]

Lan Yao:? ? ?
What a ghost!

He doesn't agree!
Lan Yao opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

But he stopped talking, and didn't even make a sound.

At this moment, he hadn't noticed the strange and quiet atmosphere in the air.

Everyone present looked at the mermaid in the barrel with amazement and fascination.

How gorgeous is this?

The mermaid, which was wet by the water, had long black hair sticking to its body.

The white skin and black hair set off each other, with a coquettish beauty.

That face made everyone's breath stop.

A slight wrinkle on the curved willow-leaf eyebrows can make people feel distressed.

The bridge of the nose is quite clever, as if carefully carved by someone.

Under the thick eyelashes like crow feathers, there is a pair of peach blossom eyes that seem to be able to talk.

The pink cherry lips parted slightly, revealing a small lilac uvula.

The water drops slowly rolled down his forehead and hit his eyelashes, like crystal clear gems.

The water drops from the forehead slid all the way into his slender and soft neck, his delicate collarbone, and then sank deep into his chest.

The sound of "Gudong" swallowing saliva made the high-ranking emperor feel a little dark.

"Bring this mermaid to the Great Prince's Palace." The cold and majestic voice brought everyone back to their senses, and their faces turned pale.

All the servants hurried forward and lifted the huge wooden barrel.

Lan Yao's face was full of anger.

Damn the system, in order for him to maintain his character design, he simply lost his vocal cords?

Thinking about it, the wooden barrel was lifted unsteadily.

Lan Yao's face suddenly changed.

He, he gets carsick...

Lan Yao slammed into the depths of the pool.

The mermaid was carried out of the hall, and the emperor asked about Sikong's situation: "Kong'er, how are you?"

The maid was anxiously wiping the water droplets on his face with a veil.

Sikong smiled and shook his head: "Father, my son is fine."

The emperor was in poor health, covered his lips with his fists and coughed twice, before nodding his head: "That's the case, then you go down first. I want to talk to your elder brother for a while."

In Sikong's squinted eyes, viciousness flashed away.

The voice was as correct as ever: "Yes, father."

Sikong turned around and left the hall.

The other officials also left wisely.

In the huge hall, only Si Ming and the high-ranking emperor were left.

The emperor: "Ming'er, Kong'er went to find that mermaid for you this time, what do you think?"

The life-threatening silver needle on the neck has not been evacuated.

The silver needles are very small, and they are stained with colorless and odorless poison.

Can't find out, can't see.

But it can make people easily lose their minds and then go crazy.

Si Ming's voice was gentle, and the boy Lang Lang in a white robe had a face as pale as snow, with gorgeous red lips.

The sickness was full of weirdness, and there was a decadent and decaying atmosphere all over his body.

Si Ming laughed, without the slightest fluctuation in his voice: "Father, my son is very touched."

The emperor smiled lovingly, and kept going back and forth with Si Ming to maintain the picture of fatherly kindness and son filial piety.

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The wooden barrel was carried to the center of the wide hall.

As soon as the wooden barrel was put down, Lan Yao broke through the water quickly, lying on the edge of the wooden barrel, spitting out rainbows with a "crash".

The digested food was smashed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)