Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Remember [花香 居 www.kanshushenzhan.com] in one second, to provide you with wonderful novel reading. I do n’t know how much Li Zan ’s blue jasmine wine is good. Mu Ziling has n’t said a few words yet, but the mental consciousness that finally got together has begun to fall away. Li Zhan's face realigned.

"I knew you couldn't bear to be mad at me." Seeing that Li Zhan wasn't as fierce as he was just now, Mu Zi twirled his lips, and then hit a snake stick to catch up: "Xiao Xiao, can you tell me What kind of person is my mother kissing her? "

"Is Jin Fei really a mother-in-law? And Long Xiaoyu ... Long Xiaoyu was also born in the ancient domain of Brahma, but why did he come here? Did my mother bring him? Not only So, has she arranged his life in this way, so that he lost his mother-in-law from childhood and suffered from hardships so that he can now accompany me on this road of unknown life or death. "

"Xiaoxiaozhen, tell me, is this really the case? Why is it so? It's not fair, it's not fair to Long Xiaoyu ..."

Looking at the little girl who was talking nonsense in front of him, Li Zhan's eyebrows disappeared long ago, but when he heard that the little girl was injustice for Long Xiaoyu, there was a bad temper in his heart again.

"So too." Li Zhan raised his eyebrows with a smile, and turned his eyes not far below the house, not sour in his tone: "My son also feels unfair, why is this little girl that the boy loves, All I know is that protecting an outsider is annoying her.

"Er ~~" ​​Mu Ziling sipped a wine bottle, his eyes seemed to be slumped and confused: "Foreigner? Who is the outsider? Xiaoxiao, are you drunk, how do you say nonsense?"

Li Zhan turned the little head that was drunk at himself into a direction he had just looked at: "You ask that outsider, is it fair?"

I don't know when that direction stood.

Perhaps because it was dark, and maybe he was drunk, Mu Ziling shook his head for a while and realized the figure.

Immediately, she lowered her head as if she could not recognize the figure.

Immediately after, Li Zhan heard a word that made him nearly heart attack, and spit out from Mu Ziling's mouth, "He is an insider, you are an outsider."

At this moment, Li Zansheng was afraid that the drunk girl who was already drunk would stand on the roof and fall down unsteadily. He was about to chop her down, but when he heard this, he was furious.

Li Zhan raised her fingers in a sigh of abandonment, a gesture of disappointment of "women are not staying", and pushed Mu Ling's head: "Look for your insider, you are a girl with no conscience, regardless of you."

His strength was manifested in the tone of gnashing his teeth. There was almost no strength in his hands, but Mu Ziling, who was already a little unstable, was just under his push, and the whole man was walking down Wapo. .

The face rushed too fast, before Li Zhan came to his consciousness, his arm dropped to the side of his body instantly and reflexively grabbed Mu Ziling who was stepping down on the glazed tile back down.

Although Li Zhan had been conditioned enough to reflect, he still had no choice.

Without waiting for Li Zhan to make a move in the next second, he saw that the little girl had been firmly embraced by her "inner".

Immediately I felt that Li Zan, which was a nuisance in this scene, rolled her eyes and whispered softly: "Xiu En'ai goes to another place, don't leave here to disturb my son Yaxing."

Then, like a lonely person, he lay lazily on the roof again, sipping a little wine beside him, admiring the lonely night sky with only a few stars.

Looking at the little woman with a sullen head in her arms, Long Xiaoyu strained the corners of her lips before glancing coldly at Li Zhan: "Hear that your Excellency is looking for the King?"

Although Li Zhan was Li Xinyuan's identity, the two were familiar, but Li Xinyuan was Li Xinyuan, Li Zhan was Li Zhan, and Long Xiaoyu would not confuse this person with a dual identity.

Similarly, Li Zhan will no longer respond to Li Xinyuan's stance, and his voice is lazy: "Since you know, then you should also know that your son is looking for you?"

Long Xiaoyu's brow frowned, and he didn't say a word.

"That's all." Li Zhan waved his hand, squinting at Mu Ziling, who was still sulking in Long Xiaoyu's arms, and said with a bad temper: "Look at this conscienceless man, if your son moves If I get you a sweat, shouldn't she let her die? "

Long Xiaoyu was not in the mood to listen to him joking, and opened the door directly to see: "The reason."

The two words, straightforward and simple, are full of deep meaning.

Li Zhan, who is also a "major conspirator," wouldn't he know what Long Xiaoyu really wanted to know? But he just said nothing, and rightly threw up the olive branch: "Here you invited my son, because you do n’t know why, how would he know?"

Long Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed, and he wanted to ask Lotte's remarks not long ago, but when he looked at the little woman who was still silent in his arms, he stopped.

"Sorry……"

The extremely subtle three-character sound suddenly penetrated Long Xiaoyu's ear from the gap between the two.

Long Xiaoyu's eyes flashed slightly, and a deep cold like a cold pool was drawn across his eyes. Then he bent down, hugged Mu Ziling horizontally, and leapt off the roof.

As the two were leaving, Li Zhan's voice came out quietly, and his seeming reminder tone was ambiguous: "Why didn't you use the power of Jun Lintian directly to Pluto? You should be very clear, If the soul in it comes back to life, the girl in the middle of the prosperous period will have a lot of sweat, otherwise ... "

Long Xiaoyu looked down and stared deeply at the drunken man in his arms. His voice was soft, but with an indescribable firmness: "There is no justice in my life, you are mine. Life, I cherish my life, I cherish you. "

This remark is for Mu Ziling, and he is also answering Li Zhan.

On the roof, Li Zhan just took a sip of the mellow wine, and then he sighed with a sour toothache. He tilted his head to look at the dark night, which had disappeared, and then laughed silently.

Suddenly, he found that the lonely and lonely night sky was so beautiful.

...

On the way back to the palace, Mu Ziling was not like the drunk and turbulent state in the past, but out of abnormal silence, so quiet that Long Xiaoyu thought she was asleep.

But when he looked down at her several times, she still kept her eyes open, and her long eyelashes flickered from time to time, as if she was just drunk and immersed in her consciousness, and the whole person was surprisingly quiet.

Long Xiaoyu prefers her to be noisier than she is so quiet.

Because he knew that only in the state of drunkenness, could this little woman vent her depressed emotions.

But until she returned to the dorm, Mu Ziling, who was drunk with a drunken body, did not get upset. Even when Long Xiaoyu bathed her, she was more docile and did not resist.

In front of his own little woman, Long Xiaoyu's self-control was always zero. He strained his nerves and concentrated on bathing and dressing her, and then hugged her to the bed and covered the quilt. Then stood up.

Just as Long Xiaoyu lifted his feet, a small hand grabbed his sleeve robe and stopped him.

As long as she was in the bath, Mu Ziling had already awakened most of her drink. When she knew that Long Xiaoyu was helping her take a bath again, in addition to being shy in her heart, the rest was sadness and heart blockage.

Looking at the small hand clutching her sleeve robe, Long Xiaoyu sighed, and then looked at the little woman on the bed: "I won't go, go and get you a glass of water, huh?"

Mu Ziling did not let go, but grasped tighter. She pressed her lips hard and struggled in her heart for a while before she looked at Shanglong Xiaoyu: "Do you ... hate my mother?"

When asked this question, Mu Ziling's whole heart tightened.

Even if she is clear, whether Long Xiaoyu ’s answer is hate, or not hate, ca n’t change the fact that has happened, but she still wants to know the answer, not to seek psychological comfort, but to make up for what she can. , Make up for the damage that his mother had brought to him that he should not have suffered.

Mu Ziling held a tight heart, and stared at Long Xiaoyu for a moment.

There was no emotional fluctuation in the eyebrows of the man Xiu Xiu. The expression on his face was born with a sense of indifference and loneliness, but through his deep eyes, she saw him facing her eyes, with Full of soft colors, and distressed.

Looking at him like this, Mu Zi's heart became more and more uncomfortable. Without waiting for him to answer, she loosened his hand holding his sleeve robe, sat up, then met his eyes and looked at him seriously.

She had already said sorry to Long Xiaoyu, but she wanted to say it again ... to Murong Yu.

It was only Mu Ziling who moved her lips, and no sound was heard. Long Xiaoyu seemed to know what she was going to say. She did not give her a chance to speak, and turned away.

Mu Ziling was dumb for a moment, didn't even think about it, hurriedly opened the quilt and chased it up.

Long Xiaoyu walked not far away and poured a glass of water. He turned around and was full of Mu Ziling, who was chased behind him. He stepped back two steps without any precaution, and then the person fell into the newly poured water. On the table.

Fearing that Long Xiaoyu would just leave like this, Mu Ziling pounced on him, and the whole man hugged him tightly to keep him away.

"You ..." Mu Ziling was about to say something. Suddenly, the cheek against Long Xiaoyu's chest felt hot and humid, and she instinctively reached out and touched it.

Where is her face hot and humid, but--

Mu Ziling stayed and stayed there for three seconds before leaving unresponsively from Long Xiaoyu, and then she saw that the clothes on his chest had been wet with a large piece of water.

Mu Ziling looked at the water cup that was still held by Long Xiaoyu, and looked at his wet chest, and lowered his head a bit awkwardly and shamefully: "I don't know you want to pour water, think you want Go. "