night

Xie Mo slept groggyly.

The whole body is very hot.

The man suddenly raised his eyes, looked around, and looked carefully, his brain was in confusion, and he didn't know what year it was.

He was in front of a molten flame, hanging high in the air, on the top of a mountain, and the raging fire behind him was suspended in front of him.

If you take one step further, you will fall into the abyss and fall into the molten lava.

Rao is Xie Mo, a person who has experienced a lot of wars, is still shocked into a cold sweat.

Where is this?

The wind was blowing, and the man's long hair was scattered and scattered in the air.

Just when he was in a dilemma, suddenly a soft and delicate voice sounded.

The unique softness of the daughter's house drifted in the air and spread in the wind.

"Aiqing, look at me."

Aiqing!

Hearing these two words, Xie Mo's eyebrows twitched subconsciously, he couldn't help but reach out and rub his eyebrows, forcibly calm down, and looked around.

The next second

There was an extra pair of small hands on his neck, and his skin was soft and warm, close to his neck, and there was an extra layer of pressure on his back.

The man turned his head suddenly, but he was facing a pair of bright eyes, and the little girl was stared at, a little shy, her head lowered, and she buried her little face in his neck with a smile.

Warm lips brushed against his neck.

Xie Mo felt that the world was a little crazy, and this face was very familiar to him.

He is even more familiar with that Aiqing.

The tyrant pulls his sleeve every day, one bite at a time, how can he not be familiar.

Is this a tyrant?

The man only felt incredible in his heart.

How can this be a tyrant!

No matter what, he still couldn't subconsciously accept that the tyrant was a woman.

She is a delicate, soft woman.

"Impossible!"

Xie Mo suddenly roared, his voice was full of fear, I am afraid that he didn't even realize it.

He was scared.

The little girl naturally can, she blinked with a smile, leaned over and leaned over to his ear, "Aiqing thinks there is something impossible in this world?" ”

"Your Majesty is a man!"

He roared in horror, as if to convince himself.

"But I'm not your majesty, Aiqing." The little girl seemed to be quite aggrieved, her eyes were red, and the dots of tears were showing in her eyes.

Teardrops were hanging from the eyelashes.

Shermerton froze.

"You think I am your majesty, I am your majesty, and I am what you think I am. Aiqing, sometimes, dreams are not dreams. ”

After saying that, the little girl smiled meaningfully, lay on his neck, leaned over and kissed his delicate and handsome side face.

Slobby on the face.

The little girl nodded in satisfaction and disappeared from his back.

Neither is a dream

Xie Mo's body trembled, and he suddenly realized what this sentence meant.

It was his preconceived notion that the little girl was a tyrant.

It's that he has always had bad intentions.

It's that he has always refused to admit it.

In fact, he is just careful about tyrants.

This kind of thinking has always been well concealed by him.

I don't know why, since the tyrant appeared, he felt that everything around him was slowly starting to change.

He has always been indifferent to women

Could it be ......

Thinking of this, the man's face instantly changed from fair to pig's liver color.

Even some purple.

Looks weird

Could it be ...... What does he like about the Nan people?

It's worth it

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Twenty years of being single and waiting for a tyrant?

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^