Chapter Seventy-Two: Do You Want to Soak Me?
Huang Sixian feels that her performance is in place!
Whether it's the tone or the expression, that's professional-grade.
But the fat guy didn't react at all, and even picked up a basin from the side, nibbled on three, and stuffed the rest into his pocket, then turned his head and looked at himself with a smile and didn't speak.
"That's a femme fatale, well, one fruit can poison a sea dragon... You've eaten so much, you're definitely not going to live..."
Huang Sixian still didn't give up, blinking his big eyes and looking regretful.
If compared with Xiang Qingliu, she looks more immature on the outside, her face is not the thin melon seed face, but slightly rounded, but with those autumn water scissor-like eyes, she looks extremely cute and cute, and the flow of eye waves is even more coquettish.
Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was slightly stunned, and shook his head with a smile: "But why am I okay?"
Huang Sixian pouted, his brows furrowed tightly: "The snake and scorpion fruit is slow poison, and it will take at least thirty minutes to attack... As soon as you have a seizure, your body will begin to fester, and eventually turn into a puddle of pus!"
Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was very cooperative, and immediately exclaimed in surprise and started with a gesture: "So terrible? This is the palace of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and I can't die here... Otherwise, it will stink, and you won't want to go!"
His expression was very exaggerated, and Huang Sixian was stunned for a moment, giggling coquettishly.
Although she has a child's temper, she is very smart, where can she not see that he is deliberately amusing herself?
At this moment, I suddenly felt that this fat man was very interesting, and he didn't spend a dragon god pill on his own in vain.
Emperor Zhu Wuhuang had already inquired about what happened after he fainted, and he had always been curious about what this chick fed herself, and she could even make herself jump directly to a realm, if she could eat a few more...
This thick thigh has to be hugged!
If Huang Sixian knew about it, he was still playing the idea of the Dragon God Pill, and I don't know if he would kick this kid out...
But for now, the atmosphere is very harmonious.
One deliberately flatters, plays tricks, and the other is not deeply involved in the world, and feels that every sentence of the other party is extremely novel, and it will not take long for them to become acquainted.
Huang Sixian's seniority in the dragon clan is too high, except for the dragon king and those brothers and sisters who are already old, who sees her is respectful, when does anyone dare to play with her like this?
What did Emperor Zhu Wu do in his last life? He relied on his face to eat, and his kung fu had already been perfected.
According to his summary, sycophants must not be filmed naked.
If the fart is not good, it is called a horse's ass, if the horse's fart is well, it is called high emotional intelligence, and if it is done well, it is called the art of life.
For example, if you see an aunt in her fifties, you want to praise her for being like a flower, and it sounds awkward when you say that she is disgusting, but if you say that she has a good temperament, then everyone will be happy.
And the heavyweight sycophant pays attention to the artistic conception, it must be as light as a feather, and it inadvertently falls on the other party's heart, but it happens to scratch her itch, which is called success.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess's taste is naturally superb... How can that poison be in your bedchamber? Why should I worry?"
"I think it's nothing more than Her Royal Highness the princess deliberately trying to test her guts, so scare and scare me... I just don't know, I'm okay with this, right?"
"Well, when it comes to taste, the layout here is called elegant, and I don't know what kind of wonderful person can have this kind of vision..."
"For example, the location of the incense burner, if it is based on the prehistoric Tai Chi theory, is exactly where yin and yang meet, and this is the real finishing touch..."
“......”
Emperor Zhu Wuhuang is a grandmaster in this regard, and after a few fluttering words, none of them were the kind of naked and loud praise, but Huang Sixian listened with a smile next to him, but the more he looked at this fat guy, the more pleasing it became.
Da Zhu Wuhuang is also very strange, when he saw Xiang Qingliu, he pondered for a long time before he held back a few classic lines, why did he become so sharp in front of this chick?
It's in place!
I guess it must have been fate...
He pinched a fruit and nibbled on it to moisten his throat, and was about to talk about the long-standing friendship between the Alliance and the Dragon Clan, but he saw that the girl who had been right also picked up one, and asked with a smile while nibbling, "Well, do you want to soak me?"
Emperor Zhu Wuhuang had just stuffed the half-eaten fruit into his mouth, and he almost choked to death from the kernel and coughed.
Huang Sixian raised the small hand behind his back, holding a yellowed scroll and turning a few pages, before raising his head with a smile: "Well, this book is very clear... When a man wants to make a woman, he has to talk about it..."
Da Zhu Wuhuang's eyes were fast, and before she could turn it, she aimed at the cover of the book, and her eyes almost didn't fall off: "Love Stories? Where did you find this kind of antique... Prehistory has been more than 10,000 years ago, and this kind of paper book has long since rotted out..."
"I have a lot of books like this, which my father excavated from a ruin... Well, it took a lot of effort for him to recover..."
Huang Sixian blinked his eyes wide, as if he was thinking about something, and finally frowned and said, "Well, it's hard for you to soak me, I don't like you being so fat... Besides, my father is very fierce, and if he found out, you would have been killed... You're so funny, how sorry is it to be killed?"
She sighed, stood on tiptoe, and patted Emperor Zhu Wuhuang's shoulder with a big grin: "But you don't have to be sad, I can accept you as a little brother... Well, do you know what the little brother means? The book says that you can also call Ma Zai... From now on, I'll be your boss, and if you have something, just mention my name... Look back and see who doesn't like the eye, let's go and cut people together!"
"Return the horse... Your old man has even unearthed those books about the old boys? What do you mean by a dignified dragon princess who always talks about going out to cut people..."
Ambitious to pick up girls, but ended up as a little brother and a horse boy?
Emperor Zhu Wu wanted to cry without tears.
From the beginning of entering the Yingzhou space, he saw that the dragon clan was very unpleasant, and that kind of innate arrogance was really unpleasant.
But now that I have come into contact with this little princess, the disgust has faded a lot, her innocent appearance, no matter how good an actor is, she can't play it, and it is indeed very easy to make people feel good.
Besides, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang is a systematic person, just look at whether people give resentment or worship value, and it is easy to distinguish whether there is a bad heart.
After thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with being a little brother, with the status of the dragon clan in the new calendar world, he still climbs high.
The most important thing is that this is a beautiful boss...
Not to mention cutting people together, even if it is creating people together, Emperor Zhu Wu is willing!