Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4106 Respect for freedom (1)

  Ranbai went down the mountain alone, and it was very late when she returned to the palace.

  Blood Soul stood not far away, welcoming her back.

   "Your Highness."

"Ok."

"he died."

  Blood Soul calmly said: "Just now, I have already swallowed."

  He knows who he is.

   "It's buried, no need to mention the funeral." Dingbai's tone was indifferent, and she had no interest in torturing people again, and walked toward the attic.

  Blood Soul said yes.

  Leige is dead. No one else cares except for the little daughter he loved since childhood, who would grieve for him, be filial piety, and wear plain clothes.

  You said he could bring nothing when he was born, and nothing when he died.

  A trip to the world, empty.

  Some people will be lucky in their hearts, and some people will gradually be forgotten.

  From then on, there is no Legge in the world.

  Nothing is actually a very cruel word. If it is gone, it is really gone. No matter how hard you try to catch it, you will never come back.

  The phoenix didn’t know where it came from. When he was a phoenix, he was glamorous, with delicate feathers. When he was a human, he liked red clothes. He was not dazzling. The blood soul often despised him as a phoenix instead of a peacock.

  He hated Legge even more. He touched the feather he had hidden: "What else do you tell your Highness about this? It has smeared His Highness's ears for no reason."

   "His Royal Highness always wants to know who is like you." The blood soul sneered coldly.

   "I'm looking for death? I'm addicted to trampling, right? Blood soul?"

  There are still many things about the blood race. The blood soul wants to help dye the white, and is not in the mood to make trouble with a peacock, and said hardly: "I have a name, please call me to respond! Li!"

   "I still have a name, don't you use peacocks or peacocks, or just call the blood demon?" Ying Yi sneered.

   "What are you fighting for a bead and a phoenix?" The Minglai blood clan has watched them quarrel all day long, surprised.

  Phoenix sighed: "It's all to blame for some beads with a face that's not beating."

  Ming withdrew silently, not participating in their next battle.

  ...

  The next day,

When   Yan Bai got up early in the morning, his face was low in air pressure, and his face was gloomy. Ming was reading outside, and when he looked at his face, he gave a chuckle: "What's wrong with you?"

  Ranbai wore a loose, unruly red dress, with a belt buckled at random, her silver hair was not combed, her collarbone was faintly exposed, and her eyebrows were irritable and gloomy: "I haven't slept in the coffin for too long."

  Unknown, I thought there was something important, and nervously asked, "What then?"

   "I'm sleeping on a stiff pillow."

  "……"

  Ming is a bit hard to explain in a word.

Ran Bai looked at the recliner on the courtyard, and fell straight up, rubbed the back of her neck with her slender fingers. The sun was a bit dazzling. She half-squinted her peachy eyes and smiled frivolously: "This gentle, generous, beautiful and lovely girl, can you help me? A little busy?"

   "Don't be gentle and generous, what?"

  "Help me rub it." Ran Bai said casually.

  Ming sighed, admitting his fate, and didn't quite understand: "How can you sleep in the coffin and still have a stiff pillow?"

Dyeing white with his eyes closed, the arc of the eyelashes hanging down inexplicably looks like a butterfly wing perched, the face is so delicate that you dare not look directly at it, the sun hits the side face, showing a translucent feeling, and the silver-white hair is casual Laid down, a section of the wrist lazily dangled to his side, the big red sleeves slipped down, enjoying Ming's exclusive service, and calmly said, "I want to know too."

  Ming suddenly felt even more unreliable, so she just lay down here.

   At any rate, he is now a serious blooded Royal Highness, and he can't be casual and naive in private.

   "Knead a little to the left, haven't you eaten?" Ran Bai interrupted Ming's thoughts aloud.

  "Do you really treat me as a service person?" Ming asked incredulously.

   "How can it." Dyeing white, "The service staff is not as good as you."

  Ming didn’t know for a while whether dyed white was complimenting her.

  "This strength is okay?" Ming sat on the edge of the recliner and pushed it to whiten, "You lie down in there, I have no place."

   "Oh." Ran Bai closed his eyes to bask in the sun, idle very, and said abruptly, "I found--"

"what?"

   "Your hands are quite soft."

"thank you."

  Phoenix came in with a large pot of seeds enthusiastically and saw the scene. The hair was blown to the point of becoming a prototype: "What are you doing! You show me your hand! Don’t take advantage of my little majesty!!!"

  Ming suddenly felt that he was simply a man of the back of the pot, he was going to die for being wronged, and wondering who is taking advantage of whom?

  "Is there a king's law." She withdrew her hand.

  Ranbai felt much better: "Where are the law enforcement officers here, let's say, what do you want?"

  "I dare not make a request to your Highness, for fear that there will be no strands of hair left." Ming sincerely said.

   Dyeing white and silent for two seconds: "Not so much."

   "You have to believe in yourself." Ming said, and then explained to Phoenix with his vigilant gaze, "Your Highness, she's stiffened, I'm just helping."

  Ying Yi didn’t believe it, and glanced suspiciously at Ming: "Stiff neck? How can your Highness stiff neck? Are you kidding? My Highness has first-class sleeping coffin technology, okay?"

  "..." Dye Bai said in a chilly voice, "Shut up."

Phoenix closed his mouth, and realized that Dye White might have really stiffened his head, holding the flowerpot to please him, his eyebrows were bright and not feminine, and his eyes were shining: "Don't be Ming, I will help Your Highness! I'm good at technology. , Guaranteed to be better than a ghost."

  Ming: "?"

   Dyeing white: "Forget it, for fear of being burnt by you, what are you holding?"

   "This ah--" Phoenix said excitedly, and a hard voice came in just as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It's peach seed." Ying Li walked over, dressed in black, with a stern outline, but smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "I have talked with Ying Yi and they, and I want to discuss it with His Royal Highness. , Do you want to plant some peach trees in the palace so that you can make wine and drink in the future."

Phoenix was robbed of the lines, a little uncomfortable, but he didn't care about it in front of Yan Bai. He squatted in front of Yan Bai, pulling his fingers on the edge of the couch, his chin resting on his fingers, and his eyes looked brightly at Yan Bai, more like It was a puppy that found home, and said with a smile.

  "His Royal Highness, do you want to plant it? I remember that His Royal Highness used to like to drink Peach Blossom Stuffed Stuffed Peach Stuffed Peach Stuffed Rice, but his highness did not drink enough alcohol. Every time I drank one bottle, I got drunk, and we drank it in the end."

   "I said why so many peach blossom wine made so quickly disappeared, it turns out that you drank it secretly." Ran Bai thoughtfully and sneered.

  "……"

  Mom, I missed something.

   "In fact, I just drank a few altars." Phoenix scratched his head with a guilty conscience, and changed his white eyes with difficulty. "There are only a dozen altars..."

"Ok?"

   "A few dozen altars at most?"

   "Say it again." Dyeing white is neither cold nor cold.

   "Okay." Phoenix said aggrieved, "A total of two hundred and eighty-one altars."

   "You remember so clearly." Ran Bai praised him.

   "My memory is good!" Phoenix held his face happily.

  　 "Write the Spring and Autumn Respect Freedom"

  　　——Gift to Abai

This is the end of   　　 Blood Race Front Dust. Next, I want to restore my sand sculpture sweet love step by step! ! ! !

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