The group pet villain is three years old

Chapter 330 Two Thousand Words One Chapter

"Aunt Feng, Aunt Feng, what are you thinking?"

Nan Xiyin's voice brought back Feng Lan's drifting thoughts in time.

Feng Lan's expression remained unchanged, "It's nothing, let's go."

Nan Xiyin: "????"

The road is gone, where to go?Could it be that Feng Lan wanted to take the initiative to be with them.

That's good.

Another powerful helper.

"Then... let's go!!!"

Nan Xiyin was elated, and stretched out her little hand to ask Lingyuan to hug her.

Lingyuan saw through her thoughts, this ghost spirit is getting cuter and cuter!
Reaching out to hug Nan Xiyin up, they chased after the place where the smiling tiger walked.

At the same time, the palace was in chaos.

Nan Song woke up from Nan Xiyin's bed, and opened his mouth to call his concubine mother.

He has been in the prime minister's mansion for the past few days, although Nan Xiyin left him to play alone, he was very unhappy.

But the mother and concubine went back to the mansion, and took him to play around, and soon forgot about Nan Xiyin's treachery, and had a great time playing.

When Xiaojie heard the sound outside the door, she was in a bad mood.

This is the voice of the seventeenth prince, not the little princess, who hurried to find the emperor.

Nan Song didn't hear anyone coming in, so he opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw Nan Xiyin's room, he was stunned.

Jumping out of bed and opening the door, he bumped into Nanmocheng and Nanwanyan who rushed over.

"Ouch." Nan Song didn't even raise his head, and touched his little head, "Who doesn't have eyes, dare to hit..."

"Huh... what is this?" Nan Song touched the little hairband tied up in his hair, which was exactly the same as Nan Xiyin's.

From the corner of Nan Wanyan's eyes, she glanced at Nanmo City, lowered her head silently, and chose not to speak.

Nan Mocheng stared at Nan Song's face darker than the bottom of the pot, and the anger that went straight to the top of his head almost caught up with the pressure cooker.

"Father...Father Emperor?" Nan Song raised his head, saw Nanmo City, and fell in love for a second.

"Father, why are you here?"

Nan Mocheng stared at the identical appearance of Nan Song and Nan Xiyin, his eyes were breathing fire.

Nan Song was so frightened that his mouth deflated, and he wanted to cry when he opened his mouth.

"Shut up." Before crying, Nan Mocheng roared with a cold face, and Nan Song stopped crying abruptly.

Nan Mocheng glanced at Xiaojie, Xiaojie understood, immediately went into the room and took out a mirror, and handed it to Nan Song.

"what………"

Seeing himself in the mirror, Nan Song yelled, threw the mirror far away, and landed on the ground with a bang.

"I, I, I...I...Father, how did I become a younger sister?"

Nan Song panicked, regardless of whether Nan Mocheng stared at him or not, he just opened his mouth and cried.

"Sister... sister..."

Nan Song's mind is very simple, he has become a younger sister, he is in her sister's room, and her sister is gone.

Nan Mocheng frowned, he hated children crying with snot and tears, and raised his hand to tear off the human skin mask on Nan Song's face forcefully.

Nan Wanyan quickly pressed his hand, "Don't, don't, I'll come."

A child's skin is very delicate, Nan Mocheng is so rough, it will hurt Nan Song.

"Baozi, don't be afraid, Auntie will do a magic trick for you." Nan Wanyan squatted down, level with Nan Song, coaxing him softly.

Nan Song raised his teary eyes, looked at Nan Wanyan, and temporarily forgot to cry.

steamed stuffed bun?Are you calling him?
He was as fat as a bun, my sister often said so.

"Wow..." Nan Song began to cry again, and accused Nan Wanyan, "My sister and concubine are bad people."

Nan Wanyan: "????"

She just wanted to coax him, what's wrong?
"You despise me for being fat and call me a steamed stuffed bun. The concubine mother clearly said that being fat is cute, but I eat so hard, and you still think I'm fat."

Nan Wanyan: "..."

This guy can be considered a genius for talking about being uncontrollable in such a high-end manner.

Nan Wanyan had to admit that she was wrong, "No, Auntie didn't think you were fat. Auntie was praising you for being cute. Be good, turn your face around."

"What are you doing?" Nan Song felt much better after listening. Although his tone was not very good, he turned his face obediently.

Nan Wanyan rubbed Nan Song's ears, and slowly tore off the human skin mask.

"Ah...it hurts so much." Nan Song burst into tears from the pain, and his unstoppable crying became louder.

Nanmocheng was very anxious and did not have the patience of Nan Wanyan.

Xiaojie picked up the mirror, but Nanmocheng didn't even hand him the mirror.

With cold eyes, "Where's the imperial sister?"

"I...I don't know." When Nan Song saw Nan Mocheng's expression, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

"When was the last time you saw your sister?"

"Last night, my younger sister and two men came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to look for me and said they would take me to fly." Nan Song was a little excited when he said this, "Then a man hugged me and stepped on me, really He flew away and returned to the palace not long after.”

"I might have fallen asleep halfway, and I woke up here." Nan Song thoughtfully.

He couldn't figure out how he could fall asleep with such a fun thing.

"You go back to the prime minister's residence for a few days, Chang An, and send him back."

Children should stay with their parents. Nanmocheng is so devastated that he doesn't care about his feelings.

Nan Wanyan didn't say anything, she probably knew what Nan Xiyin was doing.

It's really not worrying in the past and present.

Nanmo City immediately arranged a large number of people to search for Nan Xiyin and the other man Nan Song was talking about.

At this time, Xiyin and the others had already caught up with the smiling tiger.

Those spiders can't make a sound during the day, and everyone's nerves are not so tense.

After walking along the stream for almost an hour, the surrounding scenery is almost the same.

"Aunt Feng, when you came, was there anyone living in the hut?"

Nan Xiyin was particularly surprised, how could there be a thatched hut in such an isolated place?
"No." Feng Lan has never seen anyone here.

"This is very strange." Nan Xiyin thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason.

The line of sight in front suddenly became very wide, and the small road extended into a wide and wide avenue, which was obviously built artificially.

At the end of the road, there is an open space the size of a football field.

It's just that the distance is still a little far away, and I can't see it very clearly.

Nan Xiyin excitedly pointed to the front and asked Lingyuan: "Brother, is it here? Have we reached our destination?"

"It should be here."

Shan Honghui had to frequently go back and forth between the spiritual veins, the altar, and the ashram, and the distance would definitely not be too far.

This distance has exceeded Lingyuan's original expectation, and it will not be farther.

Several people quickened their pace and walked forward.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, stood two old men in white robes.

He looked at their figures with deep and distant eyes.

Staring down from above, Nan Xiyin and the others were like ants in their eyes.

"It's finally here, after 15 years." One of the old men said.

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