Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Then he checked the boy's physical condition in a slightly rough manner.

Facing the "accusation" of Ling Shi, Mo Zhong was in a cold sweat. If he said that Yan Ce did it voluntarily, it has nothing to do with him, and this woman might have to stew him as an extra meal for the boy.

"...It's my negligence."

Mo Zhong readily admitted that after all, he did not do his job well, and it is beyond reproach to be held accountable.

"..."

The back of his hand was placed on the side of his face to measure his temperature, and he moved so that he could rest his head on his thigh.

Seeing that his face was reddish, he was breathing the air a little hurriedly, and the hot air he exhaled was soaked in the light summer clothes, and a wet and ugly spot immediately appeared on the fabric, evaporating body temperature, revealing the faint skin under the slightly transparent fabric The color, under the slanted sunlight, creates a light and shadow effect as if it is soaked in water.

The strange body feels itchy and uncomfortable, and the hands that climbed up are touching and groping, unknowingly stretching into the warm legs to keep warm, as if enjoying a moment of stimulation in a dream.

Combining with the word Yan Ce whispered before, probably knowing what kind of filthy scene he conceived, Miss Lingshi picked up the spoon and blew, pried open his mouth, and poured down the lukewarm medicinal soup .

She said lightly: "If you dare to pretend to be asleep, I will kill you."

Chapter 580 The bird in the dream was eaten by worms

Opening his eyes, Yan Ce covered his mouth and leaned against a certain woman's thigh, looking depressed.

"If you dare to vomit, I will cut you up."

"..."

With the second sound of soul coercion hitting the top of the young man's head, Yan Ce's body convulsed for a long time before being swallowed by the unpalatable liquid. Wrapped under the quilt below her chest, she stretched out her hand and squeezed her thigh like a dead person about to be buried.

It's true that the thighs are tight, but they are a little thinner. Such a real touch is indeed not a dream.

Mo Zhong left quietly and closed the door behind him.

"Are you here to catch me?"

The boy raised his eyes and looked at the woman beside the bed.

What he looked at was a pair of dark eyes like an abyss, and his calm cheeks showed no extra emotion from beginning to end, even if he was making a terrifying threat.

She put down the bowl and said, "I believe you have sufficient understanding of your situation, and you don't need me to analyze it for you."

Yan Ce inadvertently rubbed her summer dress on her cheek, observed the woman's unmoved face, and then rested her head on it as a pillow, and said, "It's not bad to be able to rest for a few days when you're sick."

"Are you a child? Use your injury as an excuse to skip school. If you want to rest, you can roll out of bed and find a coffin."

"I'm upset..."

Yan Ce didn't care about the other party's venomous tongue, and listened quietly to Xia Feng whizzing by. This is Wang Tingwai, and they would pay attention to the size of their words when talking to each other.

"Antenatal anxiety." She said lightly.

"..."

Pay attention to what Wang Tingwai said!

Boys have a ghostly prenatal anxiety... is it the hyper-tech of the future?

If it wasn't for his physical discomfort, Yan Ce would definitely bounce up from the bed and give her an Euler punch. Just one sentence would make his blood pressure soar to the top of Qiu Mingshan. To be fair, he wouldn't dare to draw the worst plots in ghost books like this!

Yan Ce's voice trembled slightly: "I said... can boys still be born?"

She responded with very strict words: "Under normal circumstances, no."

So, is it okay for the second class?Sister, where do you put the third class?

Just when the boy was full of strange associations, she stopped her voice and looked at his expression, "So, is it the father's milk?"

"What kind of strange term is this!" Yan Ce said madly, and suddenly noticed the corners of his eyes that were slightly bent, and realized that he was just teasing him so that he could barely suppress the idea of ​​rioting.

She retracted her gaze and said, "I'm sweating, the medicine is very effective."

The young man took off his shirt and tore off the entire piece of gauze on his chest. His excellent self-healing ability allowed him to quickly recover from various injuries, but some small scars were permanently engraved near his heart.

"Yeah, you're right, thanks to you, I'm sweating all over now."

Seeing Yan Ce's relaxed face, Miss Ling frowned, wiped the wet marks on her thighs, and wrote lightly: "Don't waste my medicine, cover me with the bedding."

After staring at each other for a long time, Yan Ce finally chose to give in, lifting the quilt and wrapping it tightly tightly.

I didn't ask that the little bit on my thigh was wasted from time to time.

"Chujun is about to leave Xianyang, and he didn't tell His Majesty when he will leave, but you have been worried about Chujun for the past two days, but now you don't want to send him off."

"No more, she doesn't want to see me, so I won't say when to leave." Yan Ce calmed down, was silent for a while, and added: "I will let the Guoshang assassins escort the Great Wall Legion on the way, and the Yanzhao Great Wall in the north The city in the middle has a branch of the Chamber of Commerce set up by the National War."

"Supposing there is chaos in the Qin State and the army is unable to deal with it, Guoshang can secretly transfer Fusu to Linzi at any time."

"The Mohist fleet is always on standby in the sea area of ​​Qidi. When crossing the sea, you can go to Baiyue and go straight to Hangu through the direct road to be repaired."

After listening to Yan Ce, he almost wanted to cover all the sea, land and air routes of Fusu, as well as the alternate routes. Miss Shi was a little surprised, and said: "There will be natural disasters in Qin, or do you have a habit of imprisoning excitement? Otherwise, I can't understand you Crazy idea to try to stamp out all accidents."

"..."

Yan Ce didn't give an answer, but just smiled peacefully.

The horror of the world line is that no matter what the situation is, it will bring the changes back to the original track in different ways. The theory of parallel time and space has been speculated by countless people. How can it be regarded as reversing the direction of the world...

If the world will come to an end, then what kind of rationality will he choose to move back the line he deviated from? Accompanied by Fusu's words of "Ying Meow is too ugly", which seems to be complaining and teasing, Yan Ce thinks how cautious he is. Can't be overemphasized.