Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Putting her white fingers on the edge of the door, she closed the front door in Yu Ji's sight in the next moment. With the sound of Yu Ji's fury, the woman quietly buckled the door mechanism, locked it, and turned into the quiet bedroom.

"Can you endure days of deception, but not a moment of shock?"

Interested in discovering the contradictory side of the child, Miss Lingshi didn't try to provoke her anymore, but stepped on the floor to the letter, counting a line of running letter with her fingertips.

"It's obviously your fault."

Yan Ce was calm.

It's not that he's going to experience the old driver of Shura Field, and he didn't do anything to her, so don't panic at all.What's more, he has no weird intentions, and his special favor is nonsense, so there is no need to panic.

The young man stood up from the wheelchair and looked at the woman who didn't care. The sound of Yu Ji banging on the door gradually faded away, probably because he knew that he couldn't open it due to his small body and gave up.

"If you can explain it well, it won't cause you and me to have such a weird relationship."

"Why should I explain?"

With her back turned to Yan Ce, the woman asked back.

"For a little girl who is completely irrelevant to me, it is unnecessary and troublesome to explain the completely fabricated friendship between me and you. Besides, will there be obscene and impulsive mating behavior between you and me? "

"No, never."

The young man replied without thinking, but as a good young man with artistic talents, the weird and indescribable shaking S picture disappeared in a flash, his face turned pale slightly, and his expression changed for a moment, which was due to the development of his friends. Fortunately, the subject's embarrassment was not seen by her.

"Quick answer." She paused her fingers between the two lines of letters, as if thinking deeply, "You must have imagined something terrible in your head, Yan Cezhong's estrus period is indeed very long, and it is extremely unsuitable. Stocking. Oh, found it..."

A roll of maps was spread out on the desk, she raised her eyes and glanced at the dazed young man, "Still thinking about it?"

"Not in the first place."

Yan Ce restrained the inexplicable strangeness that flickered in his eyes, showing a little dissatisfaction.

"For assaulting women, the sentence is ten years of hard labor, and for assaulting underage women, depending on the severity of the situation, the sentence can range from life imprisonment to death."

Miss Lingshi trimmed her hair, seriously spit out various punishment plans, and looked at the prudish Yan Ce with her chin propped up.

"Suddenly...what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing."

"...Assuming that I was defiled, how should I be sentenced?" Yan Ce raised his hand and asked.

A drop of dew squeezed through the gap in the roof and landed on her hair impartially. The woman didn't care too much, she moved her body a few centimeters to Yan Ce's side, her deep eyes were as invisible as when they first met Hiding something, after looking at the boy, she turned her gaze to the map again, her lips parted slightly.

"man?"

"Yes, it's... a ghost, how could a boy violate a boy, of course it's a woman!"

"I don't know, the law doesn't specify it."

She took off the home clothes she was wearing and handed them to the boy, while Yan Ce hung them on the hanger beside the bed.

Turning around, she just saw that she was concentrating on the preparatory work with lowered eyebrows, her hair was hanging down, and she raised her hand to hook behind her ear from time to time.

Because this bedroom is too closed, the heat is not easy to dissipate, and there is a light cherry red color on the snow-white neck, and occasionally she will make more feminine movements such as pursing the corners of her lips.

Seeing Yan Ce looking over curiously, Miss Lingshi no longer expresses any opinion on Yan Ce's disrespectful behavior. People who are not used to it are forced to get used to it. Anyway, he will definitely not change it. She can only let her get used to this idiot. .

"A scribe of the Mohist family, Mr. Mo Zhong to be precise, the head of the Zeng family is impossible to let go. Zeng Ran has already made a step back and did not stop your actions in Qi, and she has emphasized more than once in private that you and Her contract, if pushed further, may lead to conflict."

Looking in Yan Ce's direction, the woman found that the boy's silly face was staring intently at the slightly opened collar.

"Your Highness, can you take back the eyes that can be defined as infringement?"

"There's no such sentimentality. I'm just feeling that a lot has happened during this time. I don't see the horror and malice all over your body. Now when you get along with each other, you still have a normal look with a little indifference."

"yes……"

She responded noncommittally, thought for a while, and didn't know the reason for the change. It would be really bad if it was partly assimilated after staying with the idiot for a long time, but it was not particularly unacceptable.

Uncommonly, without a positive answer to the lament of the young man, nor a word or two of sarcasm, the woman returned to the topic plainly.

"Be prepared to leave in advance. If you force Mr. Mo to leave, it may not be so easy, and there will be troublesome Miss Yu Ji."

"If you condemn it in the name of imprisoning Mohist scribes."

Yan Ce remembered that this group of nobles liked the legendary fruit of face, and because of the Tweet Order, he also knew that he was promoted as the Evangelion Gundam.

"Are you... are you really from Yan Kingdom?"

Along with the questioning voice, there was a scrutinizing gaze, and she tapped the map with her fingers.

"After the three points of the Mohist school, the chivalrous branch of the various countries was very serious about injustice, but they only recklessly used force to break the law, and then escaped from the government. Today, many criminals pretend to be the Mohist family for the sake of face. People in the lower class think that the Mohist family has fallen for themselves, and even Mr. Mo would not call the Mohist family in front of casual outsiders."

"The result of public condemnation can only be counterproductive, and the Zeng family will gain the righteousness of detaining Mr. Mo. As for the matter of forcing him away, His Highness need not think about it. Zeng Ran has been guarding against this move since the first day, just to calm the nerves." The medicine powder is almost everywhere, as long as the owner wants to, he may add another medicine powder at any time to make this medicine slightly poisonous."

Miss Lingshi said lightly: "The most ideal solution at this moment is to sacrifice Mr. Mo to save other Mohist scribes. There are also so-called abandoned sons in chess."

"Abandoned sons are still sons. Uncle Mo is forced to stay here day and night with his wife on his back, sharing the bed with the Patriarch of the Zeng family, enjoying the wind and the moon with other girls. Will he be happy?"

"I have a way."

The immature girl's voice came from the gap in the roof, and a piece of tile was lifted. The girl jumped onto the beam, found a few points of support, and "accidentally" stumbled and fell to the side of the bed.

Sure enough, the boy immediately reached out to catch it, and then bumped into the bedding together.

Great victory!