Nangong Ye knew that he couldn't get rid of her, so he glanced at her and muttered in a low voice: "A mob is a mob." ”

"What is a mob?" Zhong Ling'er looked at Nangong Ye cutely and asked.

"Praise you." Nangong said darkly.

Zhong Ling'er happily showed a golden sunflower-like smile, stood up happily, returned to his side, patted him on the shoulder very heroically and said, "Young master, in fact, you are still a good person." ”

There's no way, no one can hate a person who praises herself, he has praised her, she definitely can't hate him.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Nangong Ye's mouth, it turned out that this girl was a straw bale with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

When he was secretly feeling that he could finally move back to a game verbally, Zhong Ling'er's delicate face suddenly touched the tip of his nose.

Startled him, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhong Ling'er pursed her pink little mouth, stared at him angrily, and asked angrily: "Why do you scold me in your heart for being a straw bag with developed limbs and a simple mind?" ”

Nangong Ye was stunned, he didn't know that he felt that he had taken a step back, this feeling of being seen through was so uncomfortable, he almost forgot that this dead girl seemed to be able to hear some voices in his heart.

Facing Zhong Ling'er's questioning gaze, he felt as if he was being stabbed by something, and he was stunned for a long time, and held back a sentence, "Then do you want to watch the sunrise now?" ”

"Yes, of course." Zhong Ling'er temporarily restrained her anger, for so many years, she was all alone, and finally someone who was about her age came and could play with her, so she had better endure it.

"Then you go out, avoid it, and come out when I'm done freshening up." It's really angry with him, he, a young master of the Northern Underworld Continent, has been led by such a little girl.

What he couldn't stand the most was that he couldn't beat her, not only that, but his straw bag guards with wine bags and rice bags couldn't beat her, so he went back to Zihua Palace and changed all those guards.

"......" Zhong Linger glanced at him reluctantly, and went out, who is it, wash and wash, and still want people to avoid it?

There were no maids in Qingfeng Mountain, and Nangong Ye did not bring maids with him, so those guards had to act as maids to serve Nangong Ye to wash.

Zhong Ling'er waited for a long time on the swing frame in the courtyard, only to see those guards entering and leaving Nangong Ye's room one by one, but she didn't see Nangong Ye come out for half a day.

After waiting a little annoyingly, she got off the swing frame, ran to the door and grabbed a guard and asked, "What are you doing in and out?" When will the young master come out? ”

"We are waiting for the young master to change clothes and wash, it's almost right, it's almost good, it's not like Zihua Palace, everything is simple, and it will come out soon." A guard hurriedly answered Zhong Ling'er's words, and then went back to work.

Zhong Ling'er listened to his words, she couldn't believe it, what was that? So many people are coming in and out, it turns out that they are just waiting for that kid to wash and change clothes?

He is not a three-year-old child, is he crippled in his hands or feet, and he needs so many people to serve him to wash and change clothes?

Zhong Ling'er shook her head speechlessly, adding a point of contempt for Nangong Ye.

After waiting for a long time, he saw Nangong come out at night, and the faint morning light shone on him, as if he had a shallow transparent halo around his body.