I can't blame her for being so unconfident in front of him.

A large part of her own skills were taught by this person.

"You...... Is that the child who saved His Highness Fengyang? ”

Wugui actually really felt that the moment he turned around just now, he seemed to see her.

But when he squatted down to take a closer look just now, he found that it wasn't.

It's just a kid.

In the Xuanchen Palace, the child he has not seen should be the one His Majesty brought back two days ago.

Now that he is so close, although half of his face is covered by a mask, Huang Qianqian is really familiar with him.

So it has been able to determine.

The man standing in front of her is "her".

"Yes."

Wugui raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch her head, Huang Qianqian already had a very sensitive subconscious reflex to this action of others.

But this time, before she could reflex away, he seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Your mask is so weird, why do you want this?"

Huang Qianqian asked this question in a particularly innocent tone.

No return doesn't seem to have any suspicions.

Somewhat numbly, he reached out and touched the black and white mask on his face.

His answer sounded like he was muttering, as if he were speaking to himself, and as if he was answering her question.

"It's kind of praying......"

Prayer?

Huang Qianqian was a little puzzled when he heard this result, what did he want to pray for?

A half-black and half-white mask, forgive her for really not having any imagination, the only thing she can imagine is the gossip yin and yang diagram.

It's just that no one has ever been able to guess his thoughts.

He is not dead now, in fact, it is completely expected by her.

Huang Qianqian didn't know if she had a brain twitch or something, she suddenly reached out and pulled the hem of his clothes.

Her voice sounded particularly lovely at this moment, with a very wonderful contagion: "Aren't you happy? ”

The homeless hand paused, no one had asked him that in years.

He's not happy, not happy at all.

He was never happy......

"I'll tell you a story, will you listen?"

Huang Qianqian nodded seriously, and she still pulled the hem of his clothes like this, pulling him to the highest step of the steps of this tower.

The two of them sat down side by side, Huang Qianqian's wrist moved, and he didn't know where he felt a handful of melon seeds.

No Return: "......"

This little girl is really ......

Speaking of listening to the story, really listening to the story, this guy is even ready for this melon seed.

is really like her.

Wugui is now a national teacher, and he has never made such a down-to-earth move.

He smiled shallowly as he tilted his head, but unfortunately Huang Qianqian was snorting melon seeds and didn't notice this smile.

"You say that a man likes his sister, right?"

"Their parents died when they were young, and in order to be able to protect his sister all the time, that person even pretended to be a woman from childhood to adulthood, secretly cultivating his own power, in order to be able to avenge his parents one day, do you think he is at fault?"

Huang Qianqian never expected that his identity background would be like this.

It seems that something that has been doubting for a long time has been answered at this moment.

"It's right to like someone, and it's not wrong to avenge your parents."

(End of chapter)