The tyrant's petite bag is sweet and silly

Chapter 298 Let you die and understand
Walking slowly to the luxurious carriage, the child pursed his lips, his shoulders trembled slightly, and there was an air of despair on his body.

Suddenly, a bright and agile voice came from the carriage, "Stand over here."

His eyes were slightly dazed, and he raised his eyes blankly.

I saw the corner of the curtain move slightly, and in the next second, a bright face came into view unexpectedly.

At that moment, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the sky suddenly broke.

He thought in a trance, who said that the empress's face looks like a yaksha?

This is obviously a fairy...

With a bright smile on her face, she looked over with a pair of beautiful eyes, "Children, don't be afraid, I don't eat people."

Standing in the bitter cold wind, his face felt a little hot for no reason, and he lowered his head dumbly.

But she suddenly raised a hand. Seeing this, the little beggar shrank subconsciously, and the soft touch fell on his face, and he was startled.

Holding a handkerchief in his hand, Ming Xi gently wiped off the frost and snow on his brows, and then nodded his brows, "Next time remember not to suddenly rush into the middle of the road, it's so dangerous."

He stared, his expression blank, as if frightened.

Ming Xi couldn't hold back her chuckle, her eyes drooped down to his hands covered with frostbite, and the wound had festered, a trace of complexity flashed across her eyes.

Sensing where she was looking, the little beggar quickly put his hands behind his back, a trace of embarrassment crossed his face, he bit his lip and looked at her cautiously.

The empress looks so noble, like a fairy in the sky, how can she see herself so dirty and embarrassed, she, she will definitely hate herself...

However, there was no unnecessary look in her eyes, she just calmly stuffed the handkerchief into his arms, and said softly, "Kid, go back."

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"Is that the Empress? My good fellow, you look like a fairy!"

"Who told Yasha, what does your Yasha look like?!"

"Hey, what a beautiful girl, no wonder the prime minister is a daughter slave!"

"The empress is so kind and gentle!"

……

The little beggar clenched the handkerchief in his hand, his chest was burning hot, he stared at the receding carriage, turned around and ran into the crowd.

Whoosh whoosh.

The little beggar walked through the streets and alleys as nimbly as a cat, and finally ran to a remote alley.

He slowed down, leaned against the corner of the wall, and slowly looked at the palm of his hand.

The pure white handkerchief was wrinkled and unfolded, and inside was a delicate and small flip-top round box.

The small round box was opened, and there was a white plaster inside, and a faint medicinal fragrance came over the face.

He stared, suddenly his eyes became hot.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind!
He widened his eyes vigilantly, and subconsciously wanted to slip away. The next second, his whole body was thrown against the wall with a huge force!
Sharp and severe pain spread from the back to the whole body. The child lay on the ground, gritting his teeth, with tears in his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at the past.

In the line of sight, a man dressed in black came over and ruthlessly lifted him from the ground. He was dragged by the hem of his clothes and forced against the wall. His fragile neck was mercilessly grabbed by someone who came, and slowly tightened. He wrinkled in pain. Frowning, struggling to speak, "You..."

The man sneered, "Brat, offended our empress, do you think you will be safe?"

He widened his eyes in disbelief, and shock flashed across his eyes!
The man squinted his eyes half-closed and snorted disdainfully, "I'll make you understand. For the sake of our empress's reputation, it was inconvenient to do it just now. Now there is no one around. Boy, if you want to blame, I can only blame you for not having eyes. What's the matter?" Injustice, go underground and talk to Lord Yan!"

"pat"

The round box rolled to the ground, and his eyes were full of despair.

　Do whatever you want, Calvin No.1

　　
　
(End of this chapter)