Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She was hesitating, and her expression was so complicated that it was difficult to describe for a second.

Silently bury the most improbable piecemeal dreams among the countless possible futures into the deepest part of the soul, and seal them forever.

Some unspeakable words were also buried, and Fusu showed a reassuring smile.

At least, the child in the dream is not surnamed Han.

Chapter 560 Three A Quiet Night

The boys and girls made their own choices. The moonlight shone on the bookshelf. Yan Ce flipped through the books stacked in rows on the bookshelf, and randomly pulled out a volume. It wasn't a tribute to great talents, strategies, ups and downs... just a very ordinary volume.

The moment the door opened, Miss Lingshi came in, put the food box on the table, faced the mirror, wiped the oily smoke from her side face, and looked down at the brazier.

"You burned pretty clean."

"You may not believe it, but the brazier moved first." Yan Ce skipped the topic with a laugh, and successfully got a blank stare.

"Eat something to fill your stomach first. You can smell the aroma of bean soup through the food box. You are good at cooking, Mr. Shangguan."

After a wave of hypocritical compliments, Yan Ce lifted the lid of the box, and his slightly expectant expression suddenly became strange, "Is this one on the plate...a lump, or a bowl?"

He used several quantifiers in a row, but he couldn't describe the twisted thing in the bowl.

It was cooked black and loose, and it was forced into the shape of bean rice, but the strength was not well controlled, and the outer layer had a layered sense of grain, which was quite the crazy art of the Western Renaissance.

Yan Ce considered his tone, "If I'm not mistaken, the raw material is beans."

Miss Lingshi's eyes became sharper, she almost killed her, and said, "It seems that I'm still not hungry."

"I'm not flattering you, this bean paste tastes really..."

Yan Ce wanted to sincerely thank the other party for the food, but when he put it in his mouth, the veins in his other hand, which had been hidden under the table, burst out.

"That's good." Yan Ce's voice became hoarse.

"If you can't eat it, don't force it."

Miss Lingshi poured a glass of water and placed it in front of the boy.

"It's okay, it's just that my throat is itchy, and I can't seem to taste the taste with my tongue."

In his line of sight, the woman's indifferent and calm demeanor did not change at all, she swiped the letter that the young man was reading to the other side with a hook of her finger, and said, "I put half a jar of honey in."

"Grumbling..."

This evil spirit...

With trembling fingers, Yan Ce drank water cup after cup to wash away the sweet taste that was about to overflow from his throat.

"Taiwan, Yin Dewen? Your Royal Highness wants to practice Taoism." Looking at Yan Ce quietly with deep eyes, she said flatly: "Prepare to cultivate a dusty temperament to confuse unsuspecting girls and achieve the goal of going to bed. Purpose? Other than that, I can’t think of the specific function of this book.”

Yan Ce was stunned, and explained: "It's a letter written by a famous Taoist. It's not about cultivating Taoism, refining alchemy, but guiding people to be good. I didn't expect you to be prejudiced against certain things. Also, in your impression, I Do you only look at dirty things that lead people to bed!"

"With your exuberant energy, as long as you don't dissipate it enough, coupled with the long-term agitation and evil thoughts you hold in your body, you will be forced to boldly choose to be seen by me deliberately in order to seek excitement, so as to get rid of sexual fantasies." She squinted her eyes. Scanning Yan Ce's embarrassed expression.

"I would like to ask His Royal Highness, how obsessed are you with women's breasts? Since I entered the door, I have been sneaking glances over from time to time. Can you restrain your sticky desire?"

"..."

Yan Ce's brain was swollen, and the standard equipment of other traversers was a cute girl who couldn't unscrew the bottle cap, but what he faced was a full-level indifferent boss who could unscrew the cap of the sky.

He didn't deny the astonishing beauty that this woman showed after she calmed down, but why should the horror factor be matched with her appearance?

"Can I stop?"

In the end, Yan Ce did not deny this, because she had already labeled the boy a pervert and perverted prince.

Moreover, a hundred and eight locks were casually added to this label, all of which are at the level of treasures of the sky lock, nailing the young man to the perverted shame pillar.

Seeing the helpless expression of the boy who wanted to refute, the woman stopped her voice at the right time, her eyebrows slightly raised. Although it was fun to put the boy in a weak position, no one else saw it after all.

But even so, it didn't put him in a difficult situation for too long.

long silence.

Yan Ce said, "Aren't you wondering why I burned it?"

"When the opponent changed from the established enemy and stumbling block to the current crown prince, the always courageous Young Master Yan Ce hesitated."

"..."

She was right, the boy didn't deny it, he hesitated.

People from the outside can really see more clearly, and there are too few people who understand his thoughts like this. The only thing that is not good is the subtle and weird relationship between the two.

"I'm full of longing for the wonderful days that I can lick every day, assuming that the prince can't handle your daily needs one day—"

"No assumptions!"

Yan Ce's blood pressure soared to the top all at once.

Take a deep breath, heart aches.

She bent down, grabbed Yan Ce's earlobe, and pulled it over, so that Yan Ce could no longer use any disguise. The slight panic in the boy's eyes was also seen by the woman, and at the second of the touch, he subconsciously dodged back After a while, the ears were pinched and became a little hot, and the body was obviously stiffer, not as flexible as before.

This idiot is not as honest as he says.

"Ha ha."