"Shuai Guo, you are a male actor, don't imitate Huadan, okay?"

Iron-clad sorrow, assembly line hero!

Leng Yuhan threw the playbook onto Murong Qiulian's head, causing the fairy to walk out of the state of selflessness and protest dissatisfiedly, "Mother, what is a 'handsome pot'? What is a 'huadan'?"

Lian'er only knows that there are iron pots for cooking rice and hard-boiled eggs?"

"

Phew! Leng Yuhan took a breath weakly.[

Currently, she feels that there is a verbal generation gap between herself and Murong Qiulian. Their communication skills do not seem to be on the same level.

"Mother, Lian'er has been practicing for a day and is so tired. Lian'er is hungry."

Leng Yuhan didn't answer a few times, and Murong Qiulian got used to each other's silence and started talking about other topics.

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to bring it to you."

Who can't starve a little fool with a broken head when he's hungry? Leng Yuhan suppressed the annoyance in his heart for the time being and asked patiently.

"No

The man's figure suddenly came towards Leng Yuhan, his arms circled Leng Yuhan into his arms, kissed her hair, nipped her lips and teeth, and groped her perfect body with his hands.

, with a little bit of eroticism that causes the ambiguity between men and women at night.

"Haha, I have to keep vigil for my father. Go to bed early at night. If you are bored, do something you like."

No matter whether Yuan Bihan's death is real or fake, as long as the superficial reality of the matter exists, Leng Yuhan will still have to shoulder a certain amount of responsibility.

Isn’t it natural for children to be filial to their parents?

If Yuan Bihan's corpse is still cold, and she is here enjoying the blessing of men and women equal to those in heaven, is she still worthy of being the king of a country?

"Mother

When Leng Yuhan spoke, his face was firm and his tone was calm and powerful. Murong Qiulian looked at the woman in front of him and asked with difficulty.

"Want you?"

Looking strangely at the longing on Murong Qiulian's face, to make sure that what he said was serious, Leng Yuhan met his gaze with extremely complex eyes, caressing Murong Qiulian's face, and a faint sourness escaped his lips: "

You are Xuan

The god of Zhao, I am the god of Dahuang. Even if I want to marry you, do you have the intention to marry you? Now you are not involved in worldly affairs, so you like me. But when you wake up in the future, you may be right

I’m going to hate it to the core of my being.”

"Hate mother? Lian'er doesn't know that. Lian'er likes mother so much."

I've liked you since very early on, silly woman.

"Haha, is that right? Qiu Lian, I don't want to hide anything from you. There are too many things for me to choose. Regardless of whether you hate me or not, I want to bring Xuan Zhao into the territory of Huang Kingdom.

Maybe you can't understand why I insist on doing this at any cost. I just want to tell you that my unification of the world is destined to be a last resort. If possible, I hope not to hurt your Xuan Zhao soldiers. My reign time

There are only ten years. After ten years, I will accept the destiny's choice and leave this world, separated from you by Yin and Yang.[

I am not a sad person, I just don’t want to waste the remaining seven years on fighting. I have too many dreams that have not been realized, I have too many debts that have not been made up, and I have too many dreams.

I have yet to give you so much love.

Ten years! I have been gone for three years, and there are still seven years left. I just want to live well with you, travel to every inch of Dahuang's land, and live a carefree fairy life with you.

We shouldn’t cherish each other’s life happiness in the hatred that has escaped! Isn’t that right?”

Regardless of whether Murong Qiulian could understand, Leng Yuhan sighed quietly.
Chapter completed!