The old attack of rebirth is a sick and tender monster

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Xing Chao's eyes were dim, and he asked seriously, "Do you have a fetish?"

Qi Muhe's heart, which had just begun to fall in love, suddenly shattered to pieces.

He restrained his smile, and said with a bland smile, "Although we have had some disgraceful experiences, but for the sake of my reputation, you don't come to me again in the future."

Xingchao was silent for a while, but he readily agreed, "Okay."

For some reason, Qi Muhe felt even more unhappy.

"This is a farewell gift." Xingchao smiled, and after handing over a wooden box, it disappeared from the spot, leaving only a lingering love sentence, which was blown into Qi Muhe's ears along the wind.

"I'll be there when you miss me."

Qi Muhe suddenly blushed, turned over angrily, covered his head with the quilt, and said to himself, "Who would miss you!"

But after a while, he turned around and opened the tightly packed box. After seeing the contents clearly, he couldn't help being taken aback.

It's a magic mirror.

Qi Muhe rubbed the frame of the mirror with his fingertips, his eyes were dark, he couldn't admit his mistake, this is his magic mirror, how could it suddenly appear in the hands of a hunter?

Even if the man is still in doubt whether he is a hunter or not, this is not something that everyone can get.

Thinking of the man's elusive appearance, Qi Muhe suddenly understood that he should be a man with powerful magic, but he was just pretending to be an ordinary person to bully him, a troubled princess.

But no matter what, Qi Muhe was grateful in his heart.

"Long time no see, Mr. Magic Mirror." Qi Muhe muttered to himself, waiting earnestly for the magic mirror to speak.

Finally, the magic mirror said to him, "Long time no see, Your Highness."

The handsome young man put the mirror in his arms carefully, and was going to sleep with the mirror in his arms. As for the incident of losing his temper because of letting Qi Guanyang go, Qi Muhe had already completely forgotten about it.

The young man was holding the mirror full of joy, with a grievance on his face, he complained to the magic mirror in a low voice: "They are all very fierce, they are trying to kill me with big and big knives, and my father doesn't want me anymore. After being rescued, I became a servant and did so much work that my hand was about to break."

Wow, that sounds really miserable, if Qi Muhe didn't artistically process this passage.

Xing Chao clearly knew that the child was talking nonsense, hearing the low, sticky breathing in his ears, the beast in his blood was aroused again.

He pursed his lips tightly, stretched out his hand to caress the cold mirror, as if he wanted to touch Qi Muhe's face, "Your Highness, if you want, someone will come to help you."

For some reason, after hearing these words, Qi Muhe suddenly thought of that hunter. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and obediently agreed, "Okay."

Qi Muhe only occasionally pretends to be a good boy, but most of the time, he is rebellious.

Recently, a big news came out of the city. A rich and handsome castle owner is looking for a girl. Anyone who can wear those crystal shoes will be his candidate for wife.

Du Sinan looked at the owner of the castle from a distance, and thought it was just like that, and he was not as good-looking as his brother. Not only did he think so, he also refused to let his brother go to the ball.

"If you get married, what should I do?!" As he spoke, Du Sinan felt aggrieved. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the water from the corners of his eyes. It's really ugly.

Feeling helpless, Du Yunchuan held up his brother's chin with one hand, dipped the rouge with the other hand, and gently wiped it on his soft lips, "Don't be angry, let alone bite your lips, the lipstick will be eaten."

Du Sinan's cheeks were hot, and he said unreasonably, "Anyway, you are not allowed to go."

"Alright." Du Yunchuan naturally obeyed unconditionally.

But their mother didn't think so. Anyway, her son was already wearing skirts, and he looked so badass. If he was spotted, then not half of the castle owner's property would become theirs.

The twins refused to die, and the countess was so angry that her mind was a little unclear. Thinking that the ball would be held for three days, she simply asked Qi Muhe to go to the ball to see what was going on.

She glanced at Qi Muhe's dusty-looking skirt, and snorted disdainfully, thinking about it, no one would look up to this kind of thing, and it was far worse than her two sons.

Qi Muhe's little prince's heart exploded in an instant because of her eyes. How can he be the most beautiful girl in the whole country in the eyes of the magic mirror, can he not be inferior to her flat-chested daughter? !

Qi Muhe was upset, and started stuffing two big buns into his clothes as soon as he returned to the bedroom.

Not to mention, when the belt was pulled, the young man in front of the mirror looked really tall, big and thin, and very tasty.

It's just that the dress is a bit ugly, but Qi Muhe, a little princess who was suddenly kicked out of the palace, where did she get her beautiful dress?

It's not a big problem, Xiao Gongju will cry.

His thin body trembled intermittently, the slightly raised corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his mouth was softly "wowing" with a misty glow in his mouth, his nose sticky, like a little milk cat acting coquettishly.

Mr. Magic Mirror, who regards his pretentious little prince as a god, can't stand this, and asked in his cold-sounding voice, "What's wrong?"

Those who didn't know really thought he was just asking casually.

Seeing Mr. Magic Mirror's voice, Qi Muhe pursed his lips and lifted his skirt to show it, "Look!"

Xingchao caught a glimpse of the sleeping big guy under the skirt, recalled the feeling of eating this thing into his body some time ago, and his body was still a little hot for a while, so he couldn't help saying hoarsely: "What are you looking at?"

Qi Muhe felt in his heart that this was a magic mirror that could talk, so he naturally didn't pay too much attention to his fat times and dicks being seen, and of course he didn't know that he had been made up by the other party in one way or another.

So he said unpreparedly: "The skirt is torn, I have never worn such a material before, it keeps me awake at night."

Xingchao wanted to laugh a little, why did he become Princess and the Pea?There were so many stones on the grass that day, and I didn't see you yelling...

Because of his inexplicable selfishness, Xing Chao said solemnly: "I really wronged you by wearing this kind of fabric, please wait a moment, Your Highness."

As soon as the words fell, an evening dress and matching accessories appeared on Qi Muhe's dressing table.

Qi Muhe picked it up and looked at it. It was indeed made of luxurious material, and the size was also his, but... the back was opened a little too much.

I don't know if it was his delusion, Mr. Magic Mirror's always cold voice sounded like there was a trace of expectation, "Your Highness, this is what I specially prepared for you when you put it on...it must be very attractive."

After finishing speaking, Xing Chao silently waited for Qi Muhe to change clothes in front of him.

He is looking at it openly.

When Qi Muhe took off his skirt, he couldn't help but frowned, and looked at the magic mirror on the table thoughtfully. The moment he just pulled off the suspenders, he felt the scorching gaze of peeping eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised a bright smile, facing the mirror, took off his skirt, his beautiful and slender fingers slowly slid across his shoulders, collarbone and chest, and let out a skillful moan. Wheezing sound.

Don't ask him what he's doing, he's fucking flirting again.

"Mr. Mirror, are you looking at me?" The corners of the boy's eyes were red, as if he was waiting for someone to ravage him.

Xingchao held his breath slightly, tugged at his collar a little hotly, and replied hoarsely, "I can only see you, too."

Qi Muhe smiled softly, "Can mirrors also have feelings?"

Xingchao didn't speak. If it was a mirror, of course he wouldn't have any strange thoughts, but he was still alone.

Qi Muhe wore a dark purple top hat on his platinum curly hair, and changed into that black dress, which completely covered his chest, only the collarbone was made of transparent white gauze, and the back was open. It was almost at the waist, and there was a fold from the side of the waist to the hem of the skirt, which made Qi Muhe's waist thinner and his legs longer.

He was born good-looking, so he doesn't look dusty, but has a pure and lustful taste.

Xingchao: "..." Suddenly I don't want him to dress like this anymore.

"Where are you going?" Xingchao suddenly asked.

Qi Muhe said, "The hostess here wants me to go to a dance party and let me see a man."

Xingchao immediately felt uncomfortable. His family's kind and pure little highness is worthy of others?The little Highness cried pitifully tonight, just to ask him for a skirt, or to meet other men for the ball?

Mr. Magic Mirror suddenly felt the hat on his head turn green.

Seeing that the magic mirror didn't make any more noise, Qi Muhe was inexplicably disappointed. He thought that Mr. Magic Mirror would be jealous and tell him what was right, but in the end he just asked casually...

After the young man walked to the ball in despair, he stood alone in a corner in a daze, completely regardless of whether he had become someone else's scenery.

Does the young nobleman want to extend his hand to this disappointed girl? It would be even better if he could invite "her" to dance.

They thought so, and they did so.

But Qi Muhe was in a bad mood, he was not interested in dancing with a man he didn't know at all, so when he heard the invitation to dance, he refused coldly.

After finally being quiet for a while, another leather boot appeared in front of his eyes. Not to mention, the line of that leg was quite smooth and beautiful.

"I've said it all..." He raised his head impatiently, seeing the man in front of him suddenly fell silent, and swallowed all the words of rejection.

Xingchao looked at his angry look, a little funny, "What's wrong?"

How could Qi Muhe tell him that, with expectations that he himself didn't notice: "Is there something wrong?"

Xing Chao bent down slightly, gave him a knightly salute, and asked seriously: "Your Highness, may I invite you to dance?"

Qi Muhe stared straight at this man, his heart began beating uncontrollably, thumping, which made him feel irritable.

Speaking of people, is it possible to have feelings for one thing and one person at the same time?