The devil respects the generation guide, and my sentinel loves brainstorming.

Yu Weining's heart is sore and swollen. I didn't expect Yuanyuan to love me so deeply...

He made up his mind: "I will definitely become stronger, so strong that no one can hurt me."

"Yuan Yuan..." Yu Weining turned around and saw the guide who was already asleep. He was asleep and his hands were not honest. He saw that the guide's hands were tending to move downward. He didn't know what kind of dream he had. It was not serious anyway.

Yu Weining took the guide's hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed it: "Good night Yuanyuan."

Ning Zhiyuan tightened his fingers and grabbed Yu Weining's face directly - the middle finger poked his nostril with a slight movement on his lips.

"Hmm...my wife, your pussy is so soft~"

Yu Weining:...

"This is the face."

He smiled helplessly and put Ning Zhiyuan's hand in his arms: "What are you dreaming about every day..."

Ning Zhiyuan: "My little daughter-in-law, please give me a message for me, don't be shy~"

Yu Weining used to be shy, but now he has fully realized that shyness is useless, so he needs to put down his face, be able to act coquettishly, and know how to show weakness.

He kissed the sleeping person. If the baby asked for it personally, he would naturally satisfy it.

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Before he became invincible, Yu Weining was still a delicate sentinel who needed Ning Zhiyuan's bracelet to save his life.

"Delicate..."

While Ning Zhiyuan was carving a small formation on the beads on his bracelet, he complained about the sentinel who was at home from work: "If you are weak, how many strong ones are there in the empire?"

Yu Weining: "Whether I am strong or not depends on who I compare with. If I compare with you, I will be weak."

There is nothing wrong with this, who doesn’t like to hear good things, and so does the Demon Lord.

"Protecting Ba Ba is my duty as your old attacker."

There were many beads placed on the table. Yu Weining looked at them for a while, then imitated Ning Zhiyuan and picked up a carving knife to carve on the beads.

Ning Zhiyuan looked up and saw that he was carving in a decent way: "Concentrate your mental energy on the tip of the carving knife and try it."

Yu Weining tried and failed to control it, and the beads turned into powder with one stroke.

Ning Zhiyuan encouraged him: "Continue, this is also a good way to practice controlling your mental power."

It is much more difficult to control subtle mental power than to fight with mental power in a big way. Sweat broke out on Yu Weining's forehead.

Ning Zhiyuan finished carving a bead and raised his hand to wipe Yu Weining's sweat: "Take a rest when you are tired."

"I'm not tired." Yu Weining kissed Ning Zhiyuan's cheek: "Thank you, baby."

Ning Zhiyuan pushed the sentry's head away: "Don't take advantage of me on the pretext of thanking me. I can do this smoothly without any fatigue at all."

After carving all the beads, Ning Zhiyuan stretched his body and turned his head to look at Yu Weining.

Yu Weining has already carved out many beads, and the one on his hand is finishing the last stroke.

A very faint light flashed past, and Ning Zhiyuan was surprised: "It actually happened?"

I got it, what kind of talent is this!

Those Xian family disciples who are practicing hard every day and are jealous will go crazy with jealousy if they know this?

Yu Weining put the bead aside and picked up another bead: "I will also make a bracelet for you to wear."

"It's for couples, right?" Ning Zhiyuan strung the beads together and supported his chin with one hand while watching Yu Weining carve the beads, correcting the direction of the carving knife from time to time.

Yu Weining became better and better at carving, and more and more beads were carved on the table.

"almost."

After Yu Weining finished carving the one on his hand, Ning Zhiyuan held his hand and said, "That's enough for one string."

Only then did Yu Weining feel some swelling and pain in her temples, and some flowers in front of her eyes.

"Baby, let me lean on you."

He pretended to be very weak and buried his head in Ning Zhiyuan's neck: "It seems that his mental strength has been exhausted. Just rest for a while."

Ning Zhiyuan took out the crystal and stuffed it into Yu Weining's hand: "Replenish your mental power as soon as you have used it up."

Yu Weining: "I want to hold you and supplement."

"Hug, hug, hug, hug if you want." Ning Zhiyuan felt like he was coaxing a child.

This is not Golden Pig Ba Ba, this is Golden Pig Baby.

Yu Weining raised the corners of his mouth, holding the spar in his left hand, holding Ning Zhiyuan in his arms, and turned on the slow charging mode.

It was so slow that Ning Zhiyuan got tired of browsing the web and began to yawn: "With your time, I have absorbed all ten crystal stones... huh?"

Ning Zhiyuan came across a post from the night before Yu Weining was attacked.

The title of the post is: [Wei Ning cp advances, I have a question to discuss]

Content: [Today I heard someone from the Imperial City Guide Academy say that the Princess asked people about spiritual union. It is reasonable to speculate that His Royal Highness and the Prince are not spiritually united. So the question is: Is the relationship between the two of them real, or is it an act? of? 】

Comments can be roughly divided into three categories: 1. Those who unswervingly love the Party; 2. Those who suspect that they are acting; 3. Those who care whether they act or not, just eat sugar and be happy.

Ning Zhiyuan flipped through the comments and muttered: "Yulaosi, your attack may be related to this post."

A highly praised comment: [First of all, I believe they are in true love. Secondly, I think they may not have a spiritual union for some reason, and now they have plans to have a spiritual union. 】

Yu Weining: "During dinner in the palace, after the prince proposed spiritual union, the other party has most likely started making preparations."

Silently deploying explosives, arranging manpower distribution, vehicle preparation, etc., all take time.

The timing of the planned attack may have been decided after noticing the news online.

Ning Zhiyuan: "It's very likely."

The other party was worried about the possibility of Yu Weining's spiritual integration and advancement. In other words, what would be hindered if Yu Weining advanced.

"Are you familiar with those two SSS-level sentries?"

Yu Weining shook his head: "The two of them guard the border all year round, one in the south and the other in the north. They don't return to the imperial capital often. Let me ask my uncle."

Ning Zhiyuan: "There's no rush."

Now I don’t know who the person in the palace is who has different intentions, so I have to change the way of communicating.

Ning Zhiyuan cut a gray butterfly: "Doesn't it look good?"

Yu Weining sincerely praised: "This moth is very lifelike."

Ning Zhiyuan: "Believe it or not, I slapped you in the face. This is a butterfly."

An emperor with a fancy haircut is too eye-catching next to him, but this does not mean that the gray one is just a moth.

Yu Weining changed his mind: "This butterfly is very beautiful, really."

Ning Zhiyuan: "Hmm."

Yu Weining: "The baby is the most beautiful."

Ning Zhiyuan looked at him sideways and pushed the sentry's head away with his shoulder: "You're almost recovered, get out of the way."

Only then did Yu Weining remember that he had forgotten to continue pretending to be weak, it didn't matter, he could act like a baby.

Men who act coquettishly are the best.

"Yuanyuan, let me hold you for a little while longer, just for a little while."

Ning Zhiyuan did this: "Hold her for another five minutes, and it will be time to cook."

Yu Weining held the person in his arms and began to put on the bracelet. He put the worn bracelet on Ning Zhiyuan's wrist and put the other bracelet into Ning Zhiyuan's hand: "Yuanyuan, put it on for me."

"It's like exchanging rings." Ning Zhiyuan took the bracelet and put it on the sentry's wrist: "You are quite talented. Call me Master and I will teach you something different."

Yu Weining happened to be reading ancient novels recently, and he whispered in Ning Zhiyuan's ear: "Master."

He lifted the guide's chin and kissed the soft lips.