Yiyu Mengxiubai

"Miss?! Miss!" Chu Shang seemed to have just recovered, Chu Dong repeated again, "The prince will be back in the afternoon, I will change clothes for the lady."

The dream from yesterday was all in his mind, he agreed a few words indiscriminately, and then changed his clothes in early winter. "Look! Miss, how is it? Isn't it beautiful?" In the room, Chu Dong asked Mu Chushang in the bronze mirror.

"Ah, early winter, this dress is pretty, but it's so heavy, and... it's too tight." "Miss,... if you didn't eat so much in the morning... could it be so tight. ...and... When the prince is back, the family will go out to greet him, so the young lady will naturally dress more grandly."

'. . .Really. .Long'zhong'ah' "Chudong...you should change me to another one, this one is too uncomfortable..." "Ah...but miss looks really good in this." Chudong said regretfully.Mu Chushang stood in front of the closet, picked up a piece of clothing, and asked, "How about this one? You can try it on for me." "Ah... yes"

"What do you think, I think this one is also pretty" (the important thing is...it's light...and it's light) "Well, it's very pretty... this red one really suits the lady. Then I'll comb it for the lady Let's do some hair"

In the mirror, a heroic figure in a red dress, with her hair tied up, a little black hair hanging down on both sides, her palm-sized face seems to have baby fat, white and tender, she looks like a beauty (classic beauty stalk... yes, I am an old stalk) king)

"Miss, you look really good-looking like this..." "Well... Chudong, let's go for a walk." Chu Shang walked to the bed and picked up Mingbai, "Hey, miss, when did you hug a little fox? Come back. What is this, a spirit beast, a demonic beast?" Chu Dong asked beside him chirping,

"Xiao Chudong, are you chattering? You haven't stopped talking this early in the morning. I picked it up in the back mountain. It's called Mingbai. As for what it is, I don't know. Okay, this Come on, let's go."

Chu Shang smiled helplessly and walked out first.Chu Dong who was said to be a chatterbox:. . .What is chatter. .Insincere?The name is so strange. .But, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah the lady in red and holding the snow-white Mingbai is so beautiful.

Ding!Your friend Chu Shang's idiot Chudong is online. "Miss, miss, huh, you walked so fast, why did we come to this fire shop again?" "I haven't got all the metal back last time, and I still need to find someone, but this time Go back to Xiaochudong and bring storage rings." "Bring it." Chudong replied with a look of fear.

Chu Shang looked up at the signboard of the fire refining shop——Yan, and remembered the letter she saw from that cheap father:

Chu Shang personally said:

I don't know what happened to you when you read this letter. Maybe I haven't heard from you for a long time. Then, you can live a good life. Don't worry, there will be an old guy to protect you.You are the direct bloodline of our Emperor Demon Clan, if something happens, let that guy take you to the Demon Clan, your Uncle Yunzhi is from the Emperor Demon Clan, and is my best friend.You can rest easy on him. . .Maybe, you have fully regained consciousness, then, I think, my Chu Shang is finally back, don’t be afraid, just wait for your father at home, oh, yes, there are secret guards arranged by me by your side, whoever bullies you, You let the dark guard teach him a lesson.

Mu Kuangyun

"Miss, you are here, miss. I need something to introduce you." The guy said flatteringly. Mu Chushang looked at him and said lightly, "I'm looking for your boss." "This... this girl , my boss..." "Heh~ the little girl came here very quickly

, your father is back? "Chu Shang raised his head and looked at Yun Zhi, "Well, father will be home at noon, so he came here specially to tell his uncle, and he came here to get back the metal that his uncle gave Chu Shang last time. "". . . "'You really didn't come here to get the metal.'

"Okay... I'll let someone prepare it. It's not too late to come upstairs and have a cup of tea." Chu Shang followed him upstairs, still in the Bizhu Pavilion, the tea was still fragrant.

"Uncle, what can I do for you?" "Well... just wanted to ask, have you read the letter?" "Yes." "How? What did he say?" "...Father said there would be a 'Old guy protects me'." "...is there anything else?" "Nope."

The author has something to say:

In the early stage, it was mainly about the heroine, and the heroine was happy. The main perspective of this article has changed terribly. Anyway, the three protagonists will definitely not be bloodthirsty. . . .