The Anarchic Consort

Helen Weiwei’s fingers stiffened: “I know.”

"Get started." The voice of the fire unicorn gradually weakened.

A large piece of snow fell from the sky and whitened the eyelashes of Helen Weiwei. She reached out and patted her face, but she never felt sorry for her heart. She slid down the wall and shook her shoulders.

The north wind whizzed past.

This night the little boy slept very unsteadily.

He had a dream. In her dream, she said that she was very cold and looked at herself pitifully.

As a qualified owner, you can't let your prey get frozen.

He remembered that he was in the mane coat in the palace, and he ran to the back room, but because he was too small, he couldn't reach the high place.

He was in a hurry and turned around. He didn't care about anything. When he moved the chair, he climbed up and his fingers stretched out enough.

Finally, the mane coat was finally picked up by him.

However, there has been a figure in her side.

With his appearance, but more mature than him, tall and high, it is easy to hold her in her arms and use her body temperature to help her warm.

She licked her mouth, completely without the usual pride, only in the arms of the figure, obedient like a well-behaved fox.

Small, he stood in the back room of a door, looked at this scene with a sly look, stupid like a little nerd.

When I put on the mane coat on my hand, when I put it down, I found that my knee was broken.

Probably when I climbed the chair, I got a wardrobe...

The sudden pain spread from the leg to the chest. He felt painful even though he was breathing, but he still wanted to look at her.

For the first time in his life, he hated that he was younger than her. He hated that he was not tall enough, and he hated to die.

However, what is the use of this, she did not even look at him.

Little, he tightened the mane coat in his hand and asked, "Why..."

Why do you have to choose that person?

Can't he?

He asked the voice to be hoarse and didn't get any echo...

"His Highness, Your Highness..." is a shadow. The wound on the medicine can't be touched, but after the highness of the temple, it has not been quiet. The shadow is worried that he will touch his forehead.

The little boy finally woke up, and after he realized that everything was a dream, he was relieved.

Then he stood up from the bed, coughing a few times, and his face was still unusually red.

He thought that as long as he went to find her and let her see his wounds, she would definitely care about her.

So he didn't care about anything at all, so he ran out.

But...the room next to it is empty.

The little boy’s hand was stiff there, clenching his hand against the doorknob and shouting back: “Shadow, what about her?”

"She?" After a glimpse of the shadow, and then realized who the little boy said, he said: "After returning from you, Wei sister has been in the room, not coming out. She thought she had slept, so she... ..."

Before he finished talking, the little boy ran away and went straight into the Phoenix Temple. He looked at the Queen with a chilly look: "Where is she? Where did you get her?"

"Who?" The Queen squinted: "Do you know what you are doing? You dare not report it, you will come in! Where are you going to be the ceremonies of the princes!"

Hey!

The little boy slammed the lantern on his hand to the ground with red silk in his eyes: "She is gone, what kind of etiquette you told me! Where is she!"

"I don't know who you are talking about." The Queen looked at the red-eyed eyes and looked uneasy: "The palace has not moved people around you."

The little boy actually knows that it is impossible to be a queen. He just wants to look at it with hope, even if there is a possibility.

But in fact, she could not be found anywhere.

She is like never having ever existed.

The feeling of panic that could not be stopped was like a tide, drowning him all over.

The little boy returned to the original room, and the world was a little scary.

He stared at the bed and his eyes trembled softly.

Then he raised his hand to cover his eyes and took a strong breath.

There is only one person left in the entire space, and all the news that comes back is showing, she is gone!

The little boy's fingers clenched hard and forced a red mark on his palm.

Just as his fingers slowly loosened, something slipped from his eyes...

He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the ground.

Maybe it's an hour, maybe two hours...

In the end, he smiled low, and cracked one after another under the soles of his feet. At that moment, it seemed that the whole room was trembling!

A small figure walked out of the darkness, and his delicate face was still bloody. Behind it was a house that collapsed, with snow dust that had vanished, and soaked the entire palace...

......

"Cough, cough!" When Helen Weiwei opened his eyes again, he was worshipping the palace.

Nan Gonglie of the juvenile version is looking at her with a look of monsters, and even pokes her face with a sacrificial cane in her hand, and looks like a wave: "Hey, are you a human or a ghost? How can it appear? Here?"

Helen Weiwei held down his temple and couldn't help but wonder if the fire unicorn sent her the wrong place.

"Is it a dumb?" Nan Gonglie's youthful face, slowly approaching, suddenly laughed and said: "It's really interesting, I just helped the Ajue to count, go out, and come back. You appear in the imagery, hey, is it that you are the red dragonfly that is destined for the title?"

After Helen Weiwei heard the words of Ai Jue, there was a pain in his heart.

Nangong Lie touched his chin: "The long one is good, but how to see how to feel familiar, as if I have seen it..."

"Where is he?" Helen Weiwei let go and interrupted him.

Nan Gong Lie raised his eyebrows: "It's a shame, it's a pity. Ajue doesn't like people who talk too much."

Helian Weiwei smiled: "I don't like people who talk too much. It's better than the young master to tell me where he is actually."

"He? Ajue?" Nangong Lie looked at her with a playful look: "Don't you deliberately appear here? You don't have to waste your mind, except for the one of Helian's family, Ajue will not look at other women's eyes... ..." Speaking of here, Nangong had a pause, and seriously stared at Helen Weiwei: "Wait, you are long... It seems, will it be too much like it? You won't be her? Hey, you The jokes that were opened this time were too much. How do you feel that you are a few years old? Do you know that Ajue is looking for you everywhere?"