Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 929 Young Prime Minister: Princess, First Favorite (3)

  Dyeing white leisurely leaning on the chair, the green jade fingers tore the rice paper into shreds and threw it into the trash can next to it.

  Then, what is the mission this time?

  Dye Bai holds his white chin with one hand, watching the tasks displayed on the blue screen of the system update

  1. Objects of hatred value: outsider Huang Xixiu, rebirth of Shen Momo, male protagonist Leng Ting.

  2. The cold country cannot die.

  3. Become the emperor of the cold country.

  4. Massacre the enemy country and let the enemy country pay the price of blood.

  Yan Bai blinked and looked at the screen, then gave a light tweet.

  The original master’s dream of empress still exists.

  The Empress? Sounds fun, well, you can try it.

  The cold country cannot be king, slaughter the enemy country...

  Leng Bai still cares about Leng Guo, huh

   "Your Royal Highness." A maid in the Princess's mansion stood at the door and whispered: "The Prime Minister has already arrived in the hall, is the Princess going to go there?"

  Ranbai pressed her lips slightly when she heard the maid's words.

   Prime Minister, Mu Ye.

  Above the court, power overwhelms the sky.

  He is only 19 years old now, but he is already an extremely dazzling existence.

  The original owner has been close to Mu Ye many times, but he also wanted to make Mu Ye fall in love with him and stand on his side.

  It's a pity that the boy in white clothes looks cold and careless to everyone.

  This time, the original owner used his identity as the eldest princess to let Mu Shen come to the princess mansion.

  Dyeing white and hanging her fingertips slightly, with a thoughtful look.

  He in every world is the best-looking one, so Mu Ye, he wouldn't be him.

   "You let him come directly to the study." White dyed voice said softly, the smile on the corners of his lips became a little deeper.

   "Yes, Your Royal Highness." The maid blessed her body, and then closed the study door and walked out.

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   "His Royal Highness." A clear and distant indifferent voice came over.

  Yan Bai raised her eyes slightly, and saw a young man approaching.

  He wore a white robe, like an immortal, with ink hair scattered behind his shoulders, like a waterfall.

  His figure is slender and beautiful. The moon-white brocade robe outlines his Xin-long figure, revealing a long white porcelain neck and translucent white skin.

  The facial features of the juvenile are so beautiful, it seems to be a perfect work of art crafted with great care. The delicate eyebrows are beautiful and handsome, revealing a quiet and far-reaching atmosphere.

  A pair of beautiful eyes that are as pure as black jewels, as black as ink, with a layer of carelessness. The crimson slender lips were pressed lightly, and the bright red color was alluring.

  The teenager is very delicate and has a beautiful sense of beauty.

  White shirt and ink hair, cold like a moon.

  The slender figure has a pure and clear breath, just like a clean and beautiful ink painting.

  The white and pale pink lips are slightly hooked, and a strand of blue silk hangs down on the side of the porcelain white jade: "Mu Prime Minister."

  A beautiful and exquisite young man stood aside, with a clear and cold attitude, and his thin lips lightly opened: "His Royal Highness specially invited her from the Prime Minister's Mansion. I don't know why."

  There is a rumor in Beijing that everyone knows.

  White-clothed boy, cold as a month.

  White shirt and ink hair, the son is like jade.

  Smart and close to the demon, peerless.

What    describes is the young man in white in front of Ranbai.

   Knowing no one would have thought that the prime minister in white, who covered the sky with one hand, was only 19 years old.

  Juvenile prime minister, retired in white.

  Dyeing the corners of the white lips with a squishy smile, and he looked at Mu Ye with one hand on his slender chin, and said in a lazy voice: "The main hall is looking for the prime minister. There is indeed a very important thing to ask the prime minister."

  The young prime minister stood aside as cold as a moon, his eyes as clean as ink narrowed slightly, "His Royal Highness, please speak."

  The girl chuckled, her purple robe was even more noble: "I want to know, when will the prime minister like this temple?"

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