Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 142 The sickly proton turned black 50
As soon as the boy walked away, it started to rain.

Wen Yao and Wen Chengjian were trapped under the narrow eaves.

The journey down to the deck and back to the room was not far, but not close either. Wen Yao somehow felt that Zaizai would bring an umbrella to pick her up.

Just like Doctor Fu in the first life.

Sure enough, Jiang Ziyuan was seen returning after a while, carrying an umbrella... and a large group of people.

"Princess!"

Bai Zhi was the first to shout, holding an umbrella with one hand and lifting up her skirt with the other, trotting away in the direction of Wen Yao, causing small splashes of water on the deck.

Jiang Ziyuan was faster than her——

The young man raised his arms and covered Wen Yao in the umbrella first.

He didn't forget to smile at Wen Chengjian.

"The umbrella is too small to accommodate the third person. Your Highness, please let the attendants below hold the umbrella!"

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"I heard that Nanwu is an expert at observing the sky. Your Excellency and his master came from the same sect, and even though they knew everything, they couldn't predict the weather. In this regard, they are still not very good at it."

Jiang Ziyuan put down the oil-paper umbrella that was still dripping with water.

"You brat, put your umbrella away. I'm not good at observing the sky, but I'm good at observing people. I found you, this hidden gem in the ocean -"

The old man said "hey".

"Celestial phenomena? Learn it yourself."

Bei Li threw a copy of "Tianwen Zhi" to Jiang Ziyuan, with the intention of choking him.

Who would have thought that the young man actually picked up the book and looked like he wanted to read it seriously.

——Jiang Ziyuan really plans to take a serious look.

The weather has no interest in him.

But today, the feeling of covering a girl under an umbrella in the wind and rain...

It's true.

The young man gently rubbed the umbrella handle.

Taking advantage of the right weather and timing, you can sometimes create effects that are as good as the right place and people.

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A thunderstorm roared outside the ship.

The thunder at sea is deafening and can make a three-year-old child cry in fear.

"Xiao Yao'er, are you afraid of thunder? Do you want your sister to sleep with you?"

Xia Pingting slept through the night.The bumps in the sea did not affect his sleep quality at all.

She was just about to go to the deck to get some air when she realized it was raining outside.

Just in time to come see Wen Yao.

"The King of Heaven and Earth Tiger."

Wen Yao suddenly said something irrelevant.

Xia Pingting: "Huh?"

The girl tilted her head.

Don't you know the code?

Anyone who has experienced the modern plane should be able to compete.

So Xia Pingting has never been to the modern plane?
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In the narrow corridor, Wen Chengjian rolled up his blanket and met Jiang Ziyuan head-on.

Wen Chengjian was afraid of thunder. He was not used to sleeping in the cabin. When there was thunder, all the monsters and monsters in his mind made him unable to sleep.

After tossing and turning for a while, he accidentally thought of Wen Yao.

The girl has such a gentle and bright face, even the monsters and monsters are not willing to hurt her.

It must be so peaceful to sleep next to her.

"Your Highness, Sixth Prince, wants to change rooms to sleep? Looking at this direction, isn't it possible that he is going to the eldest princess's room?"

"Men and women are not allowed to sit at the same table for seven years! Your Highness, please don't lose your etiquette."

Jiang Ziyuan's eyes were dark.

The obsidian-like eyes have been quenched and cast by emotions, making them even darker and more eerie.

In the last life, because Wen Chengjian did not participate in bullying him, he did not kill Wen Chengjian when the Yan Kingdom was destroyed.

But the young man was so honest that he committed suicide on the city wall.

Jiang Ziyuan admired his courage and ordered his body to be collected and buried.

Now...he feels a little regretful.

Wen Chengjian is calm, but in the end he is just a seven-year-old baby.

"Different seats? Then what is in His Highness Jiang Er's arms?"

Jiang Ziyuan clamped the bedding in his arms tighter.

"Yes, seven-year-olds are not allowed to sit together. Your Highness, Sixth Prince, is seven years old, so he can't do it. This prince is already nine years old, so he can do it."

(End of this chapter)