Leng Yue'er watched the sun in the distance gradually tilt westward, and couldn't help but sigh that another day had passed, remembering what Natsume had said to herself last night, Leng Yue'er was speechless. What do you mean it's best for her not to go out these days, she has gone out once since she came to this demon world. But seeing Natsume's worried eyes, Leng Yue'er couldn't say anything, after all, it was still something that made her own. So on this day, Leng Yue'er stayed quietly in her small courtyard and watched the sun rise and set, Natsume didn't know where she went, Leng Yue'er hadn't seen him for a day. During this period, Leng Yue'er went to see Ju when she had nothing to do, and the little girl heard that she was going to take care of Leng Yue'er in the future, and she was so excited that she didn't know what to say. Leng Yue'er was speechless, this little girl is really simple. I don't know when I'll leave, hey、、、、、、

"Miss, it's time for dinner." A maid came over and gently called out to Leng Yue'er who was lying on the recliner.

Leng Yue'er looked up at the little girl in front of her, "How old are you?" "Leng Yue'er's visual inspection is only seventeen or eighteen.

"The slave is just one hundred and twenty years old this year." The little girl replied embarrassedly.

"You look so young." Leng Yue'er was speechless, the age of the people in the demon world really can't be estimated by the method of the human world.

"Miss said it was funny, I'm still young." The little girl was amused by Leng Yue'er's words.

"It's small, it's small." Leng Yue'er didn't know what else to say at the moment.

"How old is Natsume?"

"The second prince should be more than a thousand years old this year." The little girl thought about it and wasn't sure. It's been too long to forget.

"Uh." Leng Yue'er has a loveless face, if people don't know how many times they have died.

"Miss, are you going to dinner?" The little maid saw that Leng Yue'er didn't move, and asked again.

"Where's Natsume?"

"The second prince hasn't come back yet." The little maid was terrified.

"Is something wrong?" Leng Yue'er looked at the little girl's expression and felt that something might have happened.

"Nope." The little maid lowered her head and didn't look at Leng Yue'er's eyes.

"Tell the truth." Leng Yue'er saw the little girl's expression and knew that something must be wrong, so she pretended to look at the little girl with a cold face.

"Miss, the second prince said it, I can't tell you." When the little maid saw Leng Yue'er, she was angry and cried out in a hurry.

"Say." Leng Yue'er scolded. Hey, she doesn't want to be a bad person, but if you don't scare her with this kind of little girl, she won't say it.

"The second prince went to the Prime Minister's Mansion." The little maid fell to her knees all at once. Leng Yue'er couldn't help but be surprised.

"Get up, I don't blame you." Leng Yue'er pulled the little maid up.

"What did the second prince do when he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Leng Yue'er said softly, hey, this kind of little girl has to be coaxed. She just can't see the beauty crying, otherwise she will be distressed.

"The prime minister wants to say the law, and the second prince went to discuss with the prime minister." The little maid twitched.

"What do you want?" Leng Yue'er had already guessed it, but she wasn't sure yet.

"Miss Medusa still refuses to eat." There were tears in the little girl's eyes. A pair of misty eyes looked at Leng Yue'er.

Leng Yue'er was in no mood to appreciate her beauty at the moment. "Let's go, go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Ah, Miss, you're going to the Prime Minister's Mansion. I can't go, and if I go, I'll die. When the little maid heard this, she was anxious and hurriedly pulled Leng Yue'er's sleeve.

"It's fine. I'm just going to call Natsume to come back for dinner. Leng Yue'er looked at this poor girl, her tone softened, and she was comforted.

"No, when the second prince left, he told us to take good care of the young lady." The little maid still refused to let go.

"It's really fine." Leng Yue'er was helpless.

"Nope." The little maid pulled Leng Yue'er tighter.

"If you don't take me there, I won't eat, I'll hurt myself, I'll see how you explain to your second prince." Leng Yue'er had no choice but to threaten.

"Miss, you can't do that." When the little maid heard this, she was anxious, and her tears fell again.

"Auntie, don't cry, okay?" Leng Yue'er saw that the little girl's tears fell, and her heart suddenly softened, hey, sure enough, women are made of water, regardless of who is or who is a demon.

"Then, miss, don't go, okay, can you go to dinner?" The little maid looked at Leng Yue'er with a pair of pitiful eyes.

"I'm definitely going to make it. However, you can find a few more people to go with me, and find a few powerful people who can protect me. Leng Yue'er persuaded bitterly.

"This 、、、、、、," the little maid didn't know what to say.

"That's how nice. How good it is that you have neither acted against my will nor against the will of your master. Leng Yue'er was tempted.

"It'、、、、、、 okay." The little maid felt that what Leng Yue'er said made sense, so she let go of Leng Yue'er.

"That's good." Leng Yue'er touched the little girl's head with a smile. "Let's go."

"This is the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's domineering. Leng Yue'er arrived at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion and looked at the vermilion gate and the two animals at the door that Leng Yue'er didn't know what it was, as well as the three big characters of the Prime Minister's Mansion in black paint, it was really domineering and stylish. Leng Yue'er really sighed with heartfelt emotion.

"Miss, let's go in." The little maid came back after the briefing.

"Hmm." Leng Yue'er looked at the people behind her, there were more than fifty people, and they were all black. Leng Yue'er couldn't help but think of those gangster bosses on TV with their little brother leading people to smash other people's restaurants, and suddenly there were three black lines on her forehead. However, there are many people who have a lot of aura.

"Let's go, go in." After watching the door open, Leng Yue'er shouted very domineeringly, feeling that she had the aura of a boss, but unfortunately she missed a pair of sunglasses.

"Mom."

"Miss, be careful."

As soon as she entered, Leng Yue'er almost tripped over the steps at the door, and if it weren't for the little maid's support, she would have made a big fool.

Leng Yue'er hurriedly pretended to be very calm, pushed the little girl's hand away silently, stood up, and walked in again very calmly.

. Leng Yue'er couldn't help but tremble after seeing all the scenes in the house. This prime minister wants to do that. Looking at the demons standing on both sides, the cold sweat on Leng Yue'er's face came out. Look at the number of people in the aura, it's a piece of black pressure, these people are a fart. Leng Yue'er looked at an old man who was a little older standing next to Natsume, and she didn't have to guess that this guy must be the prime minister. However, this prime minister looks like he is in his early forties, but his aura is very strong, it belongs to the kind of demeanor that a general should have on the battlefield, this prime minister is quite handsome, but the girl in his family is not easy to say, hey, if this prime minister is a few years younger, he may chase him. Leng Yue'er looked the prime minister up and down at this moment. Over there, Mota was watching her, too. Leng Yue'er was wearing a pale pink and white-edged dress today, which made her already fair skin even whiter. Motta squinted at the human who had wronged her precious daughter. It's very ordinary, but, I don't know why this ordinary girl has a kind of magic, a kind of magic that wants people to look at it more, where is it? Mota squinted, yes, laughing, this girl has been smiling since she came in, especially the brilliant kind. Mota couldn't help frowning, he could still laugh on such an occasion, either too stupid or not simple.

In the process of looking at each other, the two didn't know that Natsume was already scared. When I heard her coming, my heart never let go and kept carrying it. And Murong Qingli, who was in the dark, almost didn't squirt out a sip of wine. What is this girl thinking, this nymphomaniac, hey, sure enough, this girl is impersonal, how long has she been separated from herself, she bought herself when she first met, and even if she bought it, she didn't ask how she was doing. Murong Qingli couldn't help but smile bitterly, and she almost didn't know herself.