Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

Logically speaking, Wang's reaction at this time should be quite cold.

It's normal to be angry, and it's not bad if he didn't give him a severe punishment for trespassing on the king's bedroom, let alone——

The white-haired kid who barged in with disrespect was not ordinary.

Before Wang Lian could say a word, the little ghost looked at him stupidly, and suddenly he shuddered, and began to cry.

"..."

Wang and the white-haired kid who seemed to be shivering in the cold wind looked at each other in blank dismay.

Yes, Wang has never doubted his supreme majesty.

But coming down face to face, scared the cowardly kid to tears on the spot - I have to say, this is the first time.

Wang was not in a good mood when he was soundly asleep but was woken up, and the kid would be in a bad mood even if he was crying and making noise.

The blond man's face was full of coldness and irritability.

It's not that Jinjian has never seen such a majestic person, but this man's feeling is even more different.

At this time, he still didn't know that this man was neither a general nor a general, but a genuine ancient tyrant.

The compelling coldness was engraved deep in the bone marrow, coupled with the displeasure floating on the surface caused by the noise, the shock was even heavier.

Jin Jian: "Shen Shen, Shen Shen, Shen——"

After "interviewing" for a long time, he couldn't finish the three words of the "interrogator", but even if he asked, it was useless.

The scary blond man would not answer him, and the interrogator he was looking for for help was not here at all.

This is a completely unfamiliar world that Jinjian does not know.

He is afraid.

He panicked.

He subconsciously wanted to back off.

Cocoa is—

No, no, no, no, no!

Jinjian thought of Mikayue who was lying in a pool of blood, even though he felt that he was in danger from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't leave Mikayue who was both a companion and a brother.

Want to ask this man for help?I have already begged, but he didn't respond at all and gave a super scary look——Imaken thought so.

It doesn't matter if it's scary!

He was about to go all out and work up the courage to ask for help one more time.

Sudden.

"Very scary man" moved.

When Jinjian noticed, he stood up.

The man who stood up appeared taller in front of him, and also inexplicably felt more dazzling.

He glanced at Jinjian, but it was still in an ice cave.

Then, he ignored him.

Withdrawing his gaze indifferently, under Imamu's bewildered stare, the blond man walked straight past him.

Ok.

For Wang, although the white-haired kid was indeed loud and noisy, he still wouldn't bother with a kid.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand what the kid is yelling anxiously.

The first time Wang glanced at him, he saw that he was not a human.

Another sword spirit.

With this information here, but still unable to guess who the culprit who disturbed his rest is, the king—huh!The possibility of not guessing this does not exist at all!

Wang didn't forget it, he drove the knife, which he was used to staying by his side, to the side hall, and he could walk there at most dozens of steps.

That disobedient knife secretly made another knife behind its master's back, what the hell is it doing behind the scenes?

Thinking of a face that always seemed to be wearing a soft smile, but the warmth never really entered Shen Jing's eyes, Wang just wanted to see what kind of tricks that guy had made.

then.

After about 1 minutes.

Seeing a certain arrogant and self-willed knife dying in a pool of blood, the surrounding scene was really messy, Wang raised his eyebrows involuntarily under the premise of expressionless: "..."

After about a second.

Wang: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stupid bastard, you're really overconfident!"

Don't say that the king is secretly gloating.

This is obviously just gloating.

King Gilgamesh, even if he gloats, is frank and frank, and he doesn't feel that he is wrong at all.

His eyesight is so sharp, he immediately realized that this scene was just scary.

The knife just exhausted the magic power in his body, and he couldn't recover for a while, so he passed out.When his little bit of magical power, which the king doesn't like at all, slowly recovers, people will naturally wake up, and Yuanyuan will not suffer the slightest harm.

However, Wang saw this, and after a glance, he planned to let the knife continue to lie in the pool of blood and go back to sleep by himself.

But Jinjian couldn't see it, and didn't know anything.

He had just been intimidated by the terrifying blond man, and his heart was still in shock.It was only because he found that the man seemed to be planning to help (illusion) that he had the courage to follow.

As a result, something seemed wrong.

The man looked at the poor Sanriyue, but he didn't intend to help, and he-hahahahaha laughed, not to mention how happy he was.

Jinjian: "Wait a minute, what kind of strange development is this?!"

He was dumbfounded again.

Seeing the man finished laughing, he turned ruthlessly to leave, and Imam, who was in a daze, suddenly had an intuition to go online.

Intuition told him that the blond man was the only one who could help.

So, so... for Sankayue.

Imamu took courage again, raised his arm, and grabbed the man who was passing by——

pants.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, he pulled up the man's trousers, using a little... a little bit of strength.

The men's trousers were strange, with slits on the sides.

Now that the sword was pulled like this, it actually pulled the trousers wider, exposing most of the legs that were covered before, and the trousers were almost pulled off.

Unpredictable Wang: "?!"

Shocked Jinjian: "?!"

"you--"

"Wow, I was wrong, I, I, I, I didn't mean it! But, but, but... Sankayue, that..."

Indifferently looking down at the whirling head of the white-haired imp, Wang seemed to ponder whether he had an indissoluble bond with Dao.The previous knife made him angry, but the new one didn't realize it, and it caused a lot of trouble.

Ima Ken, who feels that the disaster is imminent: "Woo! QAQ"

The ending before him is probably either thrown out, beaten or broken...

In trembling.

Jinjian let go of his hand in a daze, which was also a subconscious move.

The man who brought him a huge mountain of pressure still ignored him and walked forward.

But he took a few steps forward without slowing down, and the opposite direction he was walking was not leaving.

Instead, being annoyed by the little ghost who seemed to be scared to death could not be more annoying.Wang stopped, and once again set his gaze on a surprisingly quiet person.

Quiet, it really needs to be compared.

The blue-haired young man was lying on the ground, his clothes were messy, and his blood-stained forehead hair covered his eyes and eyebrows, revealing more of his neck that had been hidden in the past.

Such a beauty like him, even if he was in a mess with his eyes closed, he showed such grace.People can't help but want to see the clarity in his eyes when he opened them, so that his thoughts wandered for a while, and then suddenly retracted after a while.

"idiot."

Wang scoffed.

But he stared at him uncertainly, and after a long while, he condescended to reach out his hand.

He pulled him up, and because he didn't intend to be polite, his movements were not gentle at all.And because he really didn't care, with such a pull, the blue figure hit him in front of him, his hand slid down, and it happened to be fixed on the other's soft waist.

As a result, it became the posture of Wang holding the unconscious young man's waist with one hand, letting him lean on his body.

Let me explain in advance that Wang did not have this idea.

At least, before that, he never thought of hugging him.

It was purely a coincidence, this person who was unable to stand still had this virtue when he was awake, and he sat on the king's lap on his own, and it was still the same when he lost consciousness, leaning limply on the king's shoulder.

The two are about the same height, and there shouldn't be much difference in figure.

Since Dao woke up for the second time, he has been wearing the cumbersome hunting clothes he brought, not only in sharp contrast with the cool Uruk people, but also covering himself tightly, only showing his face.

The king pressed the belt around his waist, and there was only a self-consciously absurd idea inexplicably popping up in his restless mind: This bastard is indeed slimmer than him as the king.

At least the waist should be thinner.

However, before the king could get annoyed at having such a silly thought, he paused imperceptibly with his index finger that was still pressing on the blue-haired young man's waist.

"..."

Except for the arms around the waist, there is no other support.

The head of the knife hung down, and just as Wang was thinking wildly, it slid down again.

The tip of his nose touched the king's forehead first.

Then came the ends of the eyes, and after that, the side face with a little blond hair scattered.

The strange feeling aroused at this moment made Wang's eyes widen suddenly. When he moved this way, the knife leaned against him, and also shifted a little bit of direction softly.

This, then, produced a result that would probably annoy the king even more.

He subconsciously turned his face away, wanting to speak.However, the face of the other party was so close, and with a slight shake, Dao's face slid down.

In the meantime, there seemed to be some redundant, soft collision between the lips.

Wang was stunned for the first time.

After a few short seconds of sluggishness, Wang's gaze moved down and stopped at the face of the young man who had finally settled down and was resting on his neck.I saw that his eyebrows and eyes were softer than ever before, and the blood stains that hindered the eyes were really like embellishments falling on the snow, especially the ones around the lips, which were even more eye-catching.

Whether Wang's gaze is deep or not is difficult to define.

In short, after he was stunned, he only felt that the absurd thought in his heart trembled and stabbed.

Very subtle.

Perhaps it was because of the sudden astonishment that he forgot about being angry, so he didn't say anything.

——It’s just that I forgot.

——The bastard is an ornament, and this king can't understand his dying appearance, so he gave him a little magic power so as not to be an eyesore.

Afterwards, Wang only made up for the thoughts that should have come up with confidence at that time, I don't know if he was trying to cover up...

No, no.

How could the king want to cover up the truth!