The White King rested his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

It's night, maybe it's a little more southerly, closer to the Miracle Ice Field, which is colder than Genus.

The accommodation for them is built next to the dragon field, which is built for the take-off and landing of dragons of all sizes, specially for transporting personnel and materials, even in the second half of the night, there will be the roar of the dragon from time to time outside the window.

It was raining violently outside, and the flying dragon that took off was hidden in the fire-lit buildings against the cold, like a meteor with a disappearing tail flame swooping into the endless black sky. Bands of well-armed soldiers staggered across the platforms, and the threat from farther south made them nervous, tightening every string and their cold helmets telling them not to be sleepy.

It's back here again, and it's raining.

The White King rolled back and forth, the sheets were rolled up and wrinkled, and he couldn't sleep at all, and the ticking sound outside the window was like the sound of time passing.

It can be regarded as a return to the hometown. The White King remembers all the scenery he saw on the four-legged wyvern, the wind blew on his face numb, but it was an unprecedented enjoyment, the big trees that needed to be looked up at looked smaller than the hairs of sweat, the city climbed like a huge chessboard, every city that changed every day was a chess piece, humans were the dust on it, and from a distance it looked like a sleeping dragon.

Bai Wang remembered that when he was a child, he stood in front of the window in a daze, listening to the merchants who came and went to tell how beautiful it was outside, and the people in the village would go back and brag to the family, saying that the women outside should also wear good fox furs at the very least, hold the well-behaved white tiger with their fingers, sit on the comfortable sofa with their expensive buttocks, enjoy the flattery of the waiter, inadvertently sip a sip of red wine, and talk about politics and economics with the people sitting opposite, as if one of their decisions can affect the relationship between the two countries.

The only one in the village who has ever gone out is the village chief, and the white king has also heard that he was picked up by the village chief outside when he was a small baby, and there are no more tear-stirring stories. The arrival of the merchant will arouse everyone's yearning, so they will flock to the village chief's house, and be sure to hear the story from his mouth, for the villagers, the outside world is another world, and the endless forest of traces is the gutter that cannot be crossed.

It's just that the village chief wrinkled his old face, curled up like a pot, too old, the corners of his eyes were stained with a mixture of oil and dust secreted by the huge tarsal plate, a mouthful of old teeth were notched, his speech was leaky, his white hair was like a weak weeping willow, and his skin was full of age spots.

At that time, he would bite a big pipe, and he would smoke until the house was full of smoke, and after burning the last cigarette, he would send everyone away on the grounds that he was not feeling well, and the villagers had to go home in disappointment, and they could not say anything, after all, the status of the village chief was highly respected.

But the village chief told himself, speaking of which the white king is also the village chief single-handedly brought up, but his health is not good enough to let him live in various households, the white king will also return to the old house from time to time to visit the old man, the old man has mentioned it, touch his head, so that he can live in the village with peace of mind in the future, don't listen to other people go out to school, face paralysis will definitely suffer.

It was a cold, pale hell from which there was no return.

The fashionable and well-behaved White King had to nod and promise.

But he still went, stepped into hell, and the devil's hand clutched his ankle tightly.

The white king sighed, he will be covered with his head, it is difficult to breathe air, this is also one of his stunts, the village chief who was still taking care of him at that time has always felt that he is very lazy, and he can sleep until the sun flies to the center, the village chief's head is not very bright, and he can only see the black bulging quilt when he opens a small crack in the door, and he doesn't think much about it until the candle that is lit will be lit.

Now he is different from what he used to be, maybe it was too early, only a month has passed, he has a golden knight's badge on his chest, and he is not in a carriage in a hurry, he is a handsome four-legged flying dragon, and he doesn't need to move his 10 million to eat, drink, live and travel!

It's just that something is wrong, it's very uncomfortable, like a thorn in your heart, you don't know, but it keeps bringing you pain there.

Maybe the next time I come back, I'll have to spill the blood of those sins on this land.

The white king tore off the quilt, took a big breath of air, spread his body and lay on the bed, the sudden fresh smell made him very useful.

"Can't sleep?"

The white king sat up in fright, when there was one more person in the room, he didn't notice it, it was more silent than a ghost, but the faint familiar aroma wafting from it formed a person in his mind.

"You're so elusive. Bai Wang put the quilt on himself again, after all, it was a little rude to wear only one pants in front of girls, "You didn't sleep either." ”

It's weird to die, like a stubborn deer in her heart, the fawn will never talk to Zhong Ji first, but as long as Zhong Ji takes the initiative, as long as she takes the initiative a little bit, the fawn will jump and jump all the way, and the deer will step on the spring breeze under the hooves and pounce into her arms affectionately.

"yes, I don't know what's wrong, I've had many missions, but I'm as nervous as a novice, and staying up late is not good for my skin. Zhong Ji scratched her golden hair in annoyance, like a wave of wheat blown by the spring breeze, and the white cotton nightdress was worn on her like a sleeping princess locked in a castle.

"How are they in the Literature and Art Department?" the white king was simply uninteresting, and came out of nowhere.

"Uh······ I have taken care of them in the name of my family, as well as their families. Zhong Ji shrugged a little lost, firstly, because he was really sad to think of the people who died due to the Lu Mang incident, and secondly, he really didn't expect that the White King would be so unable to speak.

"That's reassuring. "The White King picked up a book from the bedside, the book was marked "Thorn Heart", which was a relatively famous novel in the Aianu continent.

The fawn is starting to be stubborn again.

Zhong Ji tilted his head and rolled his eyes, blaming Nangongmen, this stinky guy, let himself comfort Bai Wang, saying that it was a beautiful girl who was much easier to use than his words, after all, he was so handsome, maybe Bai Wang would punch him in the face when he was angry. But it doesn't seem like the protagonist of the incident, he's very happy, and he still has a book in his hand, and his eyes look like he's looking at his mistress.

"I've heard about you. "Thinking about it, I don't start and the atmosphere freezes here.

"It must be Nangong Gate. "You don't have to think about it, you can guess it with your toes," told you about my facial paralysis?"

"What??," Zhong Ji's face froze, her eyes widened, Nangongmen didn't tell her that much at all, "It sounds like a disease on the face, no wonder." ”

"Oh, what the hell was that. "Obviously, I guessed wrong.

After a moment of silence, Zhong Ji decided to say that although it may be the deepest wound on his body with her finger, it is better than tomorrow, crying and shouting and watching the wound crack bigger and bigger.

"The village that will be investigated tomorrow is Yuhuang Village. ”

"Yes, I should be ready to sew Nangong Gate's mouth with twine. ”

"Don't say that. Zhong Ji combed her long curly blonde hair, "Anyway, tomorrow you are not allowed to cry like a girl, crying dad and crying mother, annoyed to death." ”

The White King chose to remain silent.

"You may not know the importance of this mission, it directly affects whether we can make Lu Men Kaier pay enough compensation, now you are the most unstable, I warn you, if it interferes with any of our processes, Nangong Gate may not say anything, I can completely brush you down." "Zhong Ji is like a demon dressed in angelic white.

The White King hung his head for a while, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhong Jizhou's body up and down, "Are you going to fix me today, what are you going to do with men and women in pajamas?"

"Oh, what do you dare to do?"

Zhong Ji's waist twisted back and forth, and her good figure was unobstructed, "After such a miserable life, big brother, you have to think clearly, you are already much worse than others, you have to mix up your personal appearance, think about it, money, power, sisters, a lot of people are waiting for you in front, is it worth committing rape, or the daughter of the Violet family." Zhong Ji's tone was like she wasn't talking about herself.

"I'm a girl, the people who chase me can be subordinate to your bedside, if you put up a department to chase girls, I am also a lifelong professor, I have a lot of right to speak, crying every day, crying and losing my face every day, the most unpopular without spirit, but your facial paralysis is a little embarrassing, but this is not in my hands, go and ask the saint and the gold department Maybe there is a solution, and rape is not only you will suffer, you are miserable and the victim is even more miserable, if you want me to talk about it, mix a little better and chase the girl into your hands, the combination of body and body, the communication between soul and body, it's cool to think about!"

Zhong Ji blinked her eyes like a fox, leaving a scent and walking towards the door.

"Think it through, noble white knight. ”

Bai Wang froze, knowing that Zhong Ji was very wild, he didn't expect to be so open, but every sentence was more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people than the great truth that he talked about all night.

"Hey. The White King stopped Zhong Ji, and Zhong Ji turned her head with the expression she expected.

"Thank you. "Come to think of it, there is only one sentence that can be spoken.

Zhong Ji smiled, and the spring breeze was blowing.

"You should be thankful for ······"

"That's me. ”