Leng Haoran smoothed his clothes, then sorted out the soft black hair that had grown to his waist, tied it into a high bun behind his head, and replied to Leng Rutong while tidying it up: "Mom, don't worry, he dare not hurt me."

Leng Rutong was a little unhappy: "I'm very angry when you leave me such a good thing."

Leng Haoran glanced at her helplessly: "The enemy designated to meet alone, or you can go, mom, I will keep it."

"No, you want to go ahead with this business. I don't want to go to the muddy waters. I just want to go to the show. I'll forget it. What a stinky demon, who is so timid that he dares to meet alone." Leng Rutong refused without hesitation. She didn't want to meet with the demon who killed people without blinking. She must be ugly and cruel, and maybe even a face full of pimples.

If he is so vicious, God will definitely punish him on his face, maybe he has sores on his face and pus flows out.

"Son, don't be too close to him, be careful to be touched by his demonic energy." Leng Rutong reminded Leng Haoran worriedly.

"Mom shouldn't really believe that he has been involved in the devil's path. In my opinion, he may have a last resort." It's not just for the sake of rights and territory, but simply killing people. Such people are too unreasonable. Leng Haoran is somewhat looking forward to meeting the tyrant.

Because of his high IQ, Leng Haoran prefers to deal with masters, and devils like Tyrants are more in line with his taste.

The King of Zhennan sent someone to send him a hundred meters away from the appointment. The carriage was parked in the same place and waited for him. He went to meet alone. Leng Rutong sat in the carriage and was bored, so she got off the carriage and went to find something to play with.

The appointment was a Hanshan Temple outside the city. Leng Rutong thought that such a demon who had killed countless creatures would dare to enter a temple full of Buddhas? Leng Rutong found a paddy field boredly. It might be planted by monks in the temple. There was a star measuring platform above the paddy field. Ten meters above the paddy field, there was a straight small cliff, and I had to use light skills to climb up.

Leng Rutong was bored and was just playing rock climbing to see if she could go up and see the so-called ancient star observatory.

The two countries were at war, but the monks at Hanshan Temple ignored it. The temple was peaceful and comfortable. The only thing that changed was that the good men and women who came to the temple were gone. Today, a handsome young man from white robe came to the temple. Such a monk who had always been naive was also quite surprised.

Later, when I saw Xiao Juntong, who was four or five years old, stepped in, I felt even more surprised and took more attention.

The place where he met was in front of the incense burner in front of the main hall of the temple. Ye Fengya stood on the incense burner with his hands in his arms and saw a little white dot from afar. He thought it was the little monk in the temple and didn't care too much. When the little dot walked up the steps and rushed towards the incense burner where he was, Ye Fengya half-closed her eyes.

The King of Zhennan actually sent a child to negotiate with him? Ye Fengya's eyes were instantly scarlet and dangerous murderous intent was on her side.

Leng Haoran found that the closer he got to the king above the incense burner, the more he felt his body and mind shivering. His powerful murderous intent was that his small face frowned because of this murderous intent, and he seemed a little uncomfortable. It was indeed a violent king, and even standing quietly could not hide his cruelty.

Leng Haoran remembered Leng Rutong's reminder to him. Although he was a little disbelief, he still obediently stopped five meters away from Li Ye Fengya.

Ye Fengya looked at the child in front of him with his long narrow eyes. It surprised him that he could be so calm when standing in front of him. The child lowered his head slightly and was already petite. He stood on a high place and could not see his appearance clearly.

But with that momentum, he had a little appreciation for the child. He believed that the murderous intent he exuded was enough to scare adults.

Ye Fengya looked at him quietly, without saying a word, but just stared at him like a quad. The child looked about four or five years old. He suddenly recalled the little boy he met in the woods outside Lingxiao City yesterday. Because Bai Zhi praised him a few words, he had some impression.

Could it be that child?

Leng Haoran slowly raised his head, and the sunlight shone down from Ye Fengya's head, reflecting on his dazzling, pink and jade-made face. Ye Fengya was a little dazed, and a hint of undetectable shock passed through his eyes. What a handsome child... those black eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Is it you asked me?" Leng Haoran raised his little head and asked innocently. Ye Fengya stood tall and stood against the light. Leng Haoran didn't see it very clearly, but was shocked by his tall figure. Thinking of the words of the big sister who fled, he was indeed the king of Feng Lin, who was not powerful and aggressive.

It was indeed a person sent by King Zhennan. The Guxia Kingdom was in trouble because of the exhaustion of talents. He actually let a child of four or five years old come. Ye Fengya was a person who had seen the world. When he saw this, he was not surprised or surprised to reply to him indifferently: "Is the empty city plan and the destruction of boats in the Guxia Kingdom? Is it your idea?"

Although you didn't believe it, Ye Fengya still asked.

Haoshun was very angry. Leng Haoran lightly pointed his head: "That's it."

Ye Fengya unconsciously curled the corners of her lips when she heard this silly answer. She was obviously a little kid, but she was so calm. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his beloved face, and there was always a sense of familiarity between his eyebrows.

Ye Fengya jumped down gently, tapped the ground without making a sound, Leng Haoran secretly praised in his heart: What a profound skill.

Ye Fengya wanted to see him more clearly, so she took two steps forward automatically. The two looked at each other at the closest distance and frowned at the same time. They were not surprised, not admiring each other's astonishing face, but frowned...

Because both sides saw a very familiar expression between each other's eyebrows.

Ye Fengya frowned because of shock. Did she ever imagine that a four or five-year-old kid could have such confident eyebrows? He even looked straight into his eyes, showing a somewhat annoyed expression, and was not afraid of himself at all?

Leng Haoran frowned because the expression between Ye Fengya's eyebrows was somewhat similar to that of himself, and there was a sense of familiarity inexplicably coming from the bottom of his heart. He stretched out his little arms and said coquettishly: "Uncle, you are so beautiful, I want to hug you."

A hint of surprise flashed through Ye Fengya's eyes, thinking in his mind whether this little ghost child was testing his courage or had any other intentions? He didn't know that this little ghost child just wanted him to hug him.

"I hate children." Ye Fengya stood with her hands on her back, a hint of disgust slid across her handsome and innocent face, and a horrifying coldness appeared in her eyes.

"Uncle, I'm not a child. I have the control of your 100,000 troops." Leng Hao's mouth showed two rows of small white bones, and his smile was extremely cute.

Ye Fengya looked at him sideways. Where did the child look so cute? A sense of inexplicable familiarity arise in his heart. The child always feels like someone. He stretched out a long arm and hugged him up. Looking at his tender red mouth, he asked lightly: "You really did the scheme of Gu Xia Kingdom?"

Leng Haoran stretched out his long arms and hooked his neck and nodded happily: "I won't lie to you."

"Are you from the ancient Xia Kingdom?" Ye Fengya asked impatiently. The more she looked at the child, the more she felt that she looked a little like someone.

Leng Haoran shook his head: "No."

"Then why help them?"

"Because I don't want to see you kill innocent people." Leng Haoran blinked at him, then put his little face on his chest, and heard his calm heartbeat. What a powerful uncle, facing such a surprised scene, he was not confused at all, and his mentality was still so stable.

"Everyone has his own fate. If they were killed by me like this, it was the fate God arranged for them." Ye Fengya was not at all concerned about his own random killing.

Leng Haoran nodded: "Uncle's chest is so warm, I'm going to sleep." His voice was lazy, and he really put his eyes on Ye Fengya's chest, and his long curly eyelashes were covered with shadows.

Ye Fengya twitched in a rare way. What's going on? Isn't this a negotiation? Is this a place to find a place to sleep? The damn sleeping place is still his chest. 13acv.

It’s really annoying for a child!

What to do? Could it be that I will stand here with him in my arms? Wake him up? But he lowered his eyes and saw the cute face that was sleeping quietly, but he couldn't bear it... Yes, he couldn't bear it, even Ye Fengya would have times?

But why is it wrong to look at this face more and more? Ye Fengya is afraid that this little kid can use a trick. Since he can come up with a way to trap him, how could he be so innocent?

Should I take him away, stand here, or wake him up and talk about things?

Ye Fengya has been so entangled for the first time in so many years.

Leng Rutong finally climbed onto the observatory platform after spending all her might. Standing on the ten-meter-high jumping platform, looking from a distance, the paddy fields were green, the waves were rippling in the sun, and the scenery was pleasant. When she turned around, she found that Hanshan Temple was close to her eyes.

A hundred meters away, you can see the temple inside. Leng Rutong quickly looked into the Miliga in front of the observatory. Wow, you can see the situation inside the temple clearly. Who said that the ancient times were backward? The Miliga invented by others is just like a modern telescope?

Wait, what's going on... Isn't the little p-child that the man in a white robe holding in a beautiful and elegant man holding is his son?

Leng Haoran! He actually asked other strangers to hug him! Leng Haoran, who hated others hugging him the most, actually lay on the chest of a stranger. Leng Rutong opened her mouth in shock, and her pupils narrowed infinitely and wanted to see clearly what the little p-child was doing.

Wait, isn’t the murderous devil who meets the little boy?

Why did he hold Leng Haoran? Could it be that his son was knocked unconscious by him, and he wanted to rob him? Thinking of Leng Rutong's hands, sweat broke out. This stinky devil was such a despicable villain? Aren't he afraid that the 100,000 troops would die of thirst from water?
Chapter completed!