I can't say what it felt like, but he did feel some vulnerability from him.

Such vulnerability can also be seen in those around him.

Although we have become "nobles" and do not need to live in fear, those painful memories are always in our minds, and we often dream back at midnight.

Chixiao lay still and sighed.

His voice seemed to alarm the people beside him, and the Nine Princes raised their eyelids to look at him, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

The 'man' here is everyone who is angry at first glance, angry at humanity, angry at life.

Chixiao was already a little tired of watching it, so he simply closed his eyes.

The people around him are still clinging to his body like coquettishness, but their eyes and consciousness are obviously completely out of the scope of coquettishness.

"Looks like you're used to it, too."

Chixiao didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for the first time, and only reacted after a few seconds, he was saying that he had no discipline and was too obedient.

He really wanted to kick this person down, but he didn't have the strength to kick it, and he didn't dare to kick it, so he could only scold a few words in his heart - dog thing!

When the Nine Princes had rested enough, he was picked up from the bed and taken down.

The maidservant led her forward.

"The end is your room, just stay at the door and don't run around, otherwise no one can guarantee that you will be able to come back with all your beards when you go out."

Chi Xiao thought to himself, but come on, he clearly knows that these orcs outside look at him very unpleasantly, and he is in a hurry to die, is he tired and crooked?

Someone behind him pushed him, and Chixiao took advantage of this strength to sit directly on the chair.

The door was closed, and he was the only one left guarding the dark hut.

It's a little lonely, a little lonely, and a little melancholy.

According to the hint given to him by the system monarch, his task this time should be to put the Nine Princes on the throne and end this murderous and bloody era.

But the question is, at the moment he is a warm bed pillow, what role can he play in this way?

He moved his chair to the window and leaned melancholy on the windowsill.

There were patrols passing by outside, and he tilted his head to listen.

"What did the prince tell us to bring that little thing back to the house? If you say it well, you are of the same race, and if you say it badly, you are actually a 'mongrel'. ”

The spirit beast clan and humans have coexisted for hundreds of years, passing down from generation to generation, and there is not much blood left in the same clan, and the so-called 'same clan' is just an 'emotional card' played by gangs during wars.

Now that the battle is over, it's time for everyone to go back to their homes to share the spoils.

These people feel that if they want their prince to get more benefits, they can't be soft on these things for people, although this 'little bastard' has some truth in what he said, but the spirit beasts and orcs who have always enjoyed the benefits of human beings must occupy a small part.

Chixiao listened to them scolding there, and when they were far away, he snorted.

"Hybrids? You're all mongrels. ”

I just finished scolding.

A pair of gray ears peeked out from behind the grass.

It's not the 'little bastard' they just picked up.

She was very clever and came to Chixiao quietly on tiptoe.

"I'll let you out."

Chixiao raised his hand slightly: "Don't." ”

"I'm not the same as your aristocratic status, I go out to give away people's heads, I don't know how many people outside are waiting to divide my five horses."