Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 160 Dark Head Glory (48)

  【Host, don’t you want to meet the hero and heroine? 】

   Can I do something when I go there?

  【…】

  I want Lao Tzu to say that it would be better to just kill it.

  【…】

  【Host, do you know the way of heaven? 】

  I know, I have a deep friendship with Tiandao.

  【…If you kill the hero and heroine, you will be punished by heaven. 】

   That feeling is good, it just so happens that I haven't dealt with Tiandao for many years.

  【…】

  【Drop——】

   The demon spirit directly cut off the connection with Jiang Yu, the host is so sick of snake spirit!

   slipped away.

  Rong Fenglin saw Jiang Yu's eyes narrowed, obviously he was thinking about something and was about to speak when he heard Jiang Yu say, "Go."

  Rong Fenglin was stunned, wasn't it obvious that he didn't want to go?

  Why did Kungfu agree to go again after a while?

  Rong Fenglin paused, then raised his hand and rubbed the top of Jiang Yu's hair.

   Jiang Yutou leaned back, motherfucker, I'm still growing! I'm not too tall to find you!

   Seeing Jiang Yu, Rong Fenglin was afraid to move back, hooked his lips, and his eyes stopped on Jiang Yu's black clothes, and then he was a little annoyed.

   Forgot to prepare clothes for her.

   "I'll have someone prepare the clothes for the Hundred Flowers Banquet, and I'll also prepare a few clothes to wear on weekdays."

   Jiang Yu touched his chin, remembered the clothes worn by ancient women he saw, and shook his head, "That's what it is."

  If I really wore such troublesome clothes, I wouldn't be able to do things well.

   Even killing people can't be fun anymore.

  […] As soon as the demon spirit quietly picked up the connection with Jiang Yu, it received a series of extremely dangerous thoughts from the host.

  【Drop——】Escaped.

  Jiang Yu: "...???" Damn it, does the dog system have cat cakes?

  Rong Fenglin raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, thinking about it, let's forget it, let's make some simple clothes with good materials.

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   Two days later, before Jiang Yu got up, he was woken up by a knock on the door.

   The demon spirit sensed the astonishing murderous aura emanating from the host, shivered, and quickly shrank back.

   Jiang Yu lifted the quilt and knocked knock knock knock! Knock barren!

   opened the door and saw Rong Fenglin exuding a pleasant atmosphere, holding a dress in his hand.

   Noticing Jiang Yu's brows of restlessness, Rong Fenglin said as he entered the door, "You haven't woken up yet?"

   Jiang Yu picked up the headband, tied a ponytail casually, sat down at the table, and yawned.

  Rong Fenglin: "..." Okay, when he didn't ask.

   Then he took a few steps inside and put his clothes on the bed where the quilt was rolled up.

   "The clothes are made by me overnight, you try it."

   Jiang Yu squinted at the clothes and sighed.

   Don't think that if you come here with your clothes, Lao Tzu will forgive you for disturbing Lao Tzu's sleep.

  Rong Fenglin walked to Jiang Yu's side, and his slender fingertips stroked Jiang Yu's ponytail behind his head.

   "Can't you comb your hair in a bun?"

   Jiang Yu blinked and shook his head, Lao Tzu's hands are for killing people, not for combing hair.

   Rong Fenglin chuckled, pulled Jiang Yu to the dressing table, and picked up the wooden comb.

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  Jiang Yu stared at himself in the bronze mirror for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at Rong Fenglin, "How did you comb it?"

   Did you overcomb any goblin?

  Rong Fenglin flashed a teasing smile between his brows and eyes, took out a red hairpin from his cuff, and slowly inserted it into Jiang Yu's simple bun.

   "My father used to always comb his mother's hair in a bun. I've seen it a few times."

   Jiang Yu raised his hand and touched the hairpin, it was pretty good.

   Seeing Jiang Yu's interest, Rong Fenglin smiled, "This is given to my daughter-in-law by my mother-in-law."

   Jiang Yu looked at the sky through the window opposite the dresser, isn't his mother dead? How did you give it?

  【…】

   So saying that low EQ is a hard injury, even high IQ can't restore it.

   If it was another young lady, she would only blush shyly.

   Like a host, he still thinks about whether his mother is dead or not.

   (end of this chapter)