Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 702 Disguise as a man: My uncle is a ghost (122)

Not only do they have to be forcibly stuffed with a mouthful of dog food, but they also have to get up and go on their way!

What an injustice this is!

It didn't take long.

Everyone saw that King Heng untied the ribbon of the snow-white cloak on his body, his arms stretched forward, and he surrounded Bai Zhen in front of him.

He tied the ribbon in front of Bai Zhen's neck, still plausibly said, "The weather is too cold. It's time to wear more."

Crowd: ...

Bai Zhen:  …

This man really is.

Obviously a bunch of big guys.

Why are there a bunch of pink bubbles around?

...

The road for ten days came down.

The soldiers, who were originally in the mindset of watching gossip, were already full of hiccups.

The dog food is too full, and the high-ranking King Heng, who can defeat a thousand on the battlefield, haunts His Highness Seventh every day, and he is so tired that he can't bear to look directly.

They thought they might be blind.

Not to mention anything else.

Why does King Heng act like a spoiled brat!

This must not be the King Heng they knew!

Too Nima is fantastic!

And under the strange gazes cast by the people around him, the man stretched out his finger with a small cut on his face, and blinked at Bai Zhen.

"I saw a lot of beautiful flowers on the tree just now. They were very beautiful. I wanted to pick them for you, but they were scratched. It hurts."

Bai Zhen looked at the wound that was so thin that there was only a faint bloodstain, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "You actually told me that it hurts?"

Ye Nanfeng nodded, "It's said that the fingers are connected to the heart. It hurts more than getting stabbed. However, if you blow it for me, it shouldn't hurt."

Everyone: ... You are the invincible prince of Dayan!

How can you say that you are coquettish?

Everyone was so overwhelmed by the thunder that they began to wonder if Ye Nanfeng was fake.

The man's eyes suddenly slanted, and he swept towards them as sharp as a knife, causing everyone to shrink their necks and dare not discuss any more.

Bai Zhen held his fingers and exhaled twice.

"Is it alright this time?"

The man raised the corners of his lips in a good mood, and his long and narrow eyes curved into a pleasant arc. He didn't rush to withdraw his hand, but sent it forward again, "Blow it again, it still hurts a bit."

The girl's hand was small and soft, and when she held his fingers, it was warm and careful.

He watched her pouting her lips lightly, her eyelashes curled like butterfly wings drooping down, her little face as white as fine china, with a touch of pink.

really...

More and more cute.

Ye Nanfeng couldn't hold back, raised his hand and squeezed her fleshy face.

Seeing her face wrinkled immediately, he laughed out loud, afraid that she would chase and beat him and run away.

Although the soldiers felt that the air was filled with the sour smell of love, they were still amazed by Ye Nanfeng's brilliant smile - so bright that they swayed slightly.

Bai Zhen sighed and looked at the capital city that was getting closer and closer, and only then did she feel a sense of redemption.

**

When Bai Zhen and Ye Nanfeng returned to Beijing to face the Holy Spirit.

The emperor was indeed a few years older, and the whole person lost a lot of weight, looking a little haggard.

Nonetheless, the majesty remains undiminished.

He screened the other people in the hall, and looked down at the two people below, straight to the point, "Are you satisfied this time?"

Bai Zhen frowned and looked up, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

The emperor sneered, "Now, you are the only prince left, and you belong to this prince."