From south to north, from east to west, the vast and infinite land is in his hands.

In the past, he felt that such words were empty and meaningless, even if he unified the Six Kingdoms and became the Son of Heaven, it would not be as good as the moment when he held her now.

How did the development of the world become like this?

He glanced down at the sleeping girl in his arms, and couldn't help but gently stroke her hair with his hand.

"Why are you the daughter of Heavy Striker?"

This sentence, like a sigh, drifted away in the lonely wind of the night.

*******

It's tickling on the nose, something sweeping around on it.

"Ahh

"Tan, Young Master Tan Jiu?" Chongkui looked around, in the wild, how could she be in the wild?

I wanted to sit up, but suddenly I had an incredible headache, and she hugged her head and 'hissed', this kind of hangover woke up really bad.

Last night, I vaguely remember that she ran out to relax, drank a little wine, and drank a lot at the palace banquet, so she was too drunk and drunk.

Let's sleep when you're drunk, this hill is so high and steep that ordinary people can't get up at all, and she has also explored the surroundings, and there is no danger.

That's why I dared to sleep with confidence, but I didn't expect my head to hurt so much after waking up!

It's not like she's not drunk, her amount of alcohol is good, and she has never felt so painful.

It seems to be caused by drunkenness and a cold wind that blew all night......

But she is clear and not cold......

"Are you going to die?" Tan Jiu's voice sounded slowly, not jokingly, but asking seriously.

The way she looks, it looks so painful, as if it's ...... Lives are short-lived.

If the slave died, who would cook for him?

Thinking of this serious problem, Tan Jiu suddenly clasped Chongkui's shoulders and said sternly: "Slave, you are not allowed to die!"

"Who's going to die?" Chongkui frowned and slapped one of his paws away, "I just have a headache, it hurts......"

"I'll take you to see the doctor!" Tan Jiu dragged her up, without the slightest pity for the jade, and the heavy sunflower who dragged her screamed again and again.

"Let me go!"

Tan Jiu had no choice but to let go, but Chongkui, who was half-dragged up, fell to the grass with a 'poof' and fell on all fours.

What a grudge!

Tan Jiu squatted down and poked her hideous face: "If you die, Uncle Ben will make you a puppet!"

"Got it. Chongkui said depressedly, thinking about it, did something happen last night?

I vaguely felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't tell what was wrong......

She looked at Tan Jiu and asked, "When you came, was I the only one here?"

"Otherwise, are there still ghosts?" Tan Jiu asked rhetorically.

What a job! I actually learned to have a poisonous tongue!

"How do you know I'm here?" asked Chongkui, who had deliberately hidden her aura when she came, and it stands to reason that no one would know.

"You are my slave. Tan Jiu said with a tense face.

"And then?"

"The smell of slaves, I remember. He said.

"What do I smell like?" Chongkui hurriedly sniffed his body, there was no smell, it seemed to ...... There was a strange scent, not like flowers, not like incense.

By the time she was about to make it out, the aroma had already dissipated.