Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 1184 Nine Tails, Never a Slave (7)

That savior-like guy is the Dragon God himself.

There were too many unclear memories in her mind. The girl rubbed the man's arm like a little animal, with stars in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Wen Lang said softly.

"A little bit, ordinary monsters have lived for thousands of years, and the earlier things have probably been forgotten, but for me, the memory of every mission world is there, and I haven't forgotten it. So many memories conflict, and I'm afraid I won't be able to adjust myself for a while... "

The previous deep sleep is probably also digesting the extra memory.

"Then you can't sleep for so long anymore, even Nine-Tails can't stand such exhaustion." Wen Lang finally warmed up the girl, and he stepped down carefully, "I'll find Mrs. Tang, and then I will tell the Imperial Dining Room Make something light and send it."

Mu An'an hugged the quilt tightly, shrinking back, "Dignified national teacher, do you care more about the queen mother?"

"It's okay, the new emperor has acquiesced, and the regent also blocked the news. People in the world only know that I have stayed in the imperial city." Wen Lang smiled, warming people like a warm spring breeze.

What a... wayward guy.

The girl fell backward, and her paper-thin body sank into the soft cotton, making a dent.

He's not dead after sleeping for so long. He's in really good shape.

sleepy.

"Master, if you don't care anymore, I will call seven aunts and eight aunts to bite, maybe I can wake you up." Xiao Hui jumped down from the beam and said helplessly.

"If I had known earlier, I would have stored more fat, and I wouldn't be so thin now." Mu An'an felt that she was a little weak, and then raised her head to look at the round little gray.

Xiao Hui shivered for a while, then turned her head, "Okay, stop talking! I don't talk to skinny people!"

The food in the imperial dining room was more delicious, but no matter how she restrained herself, she still ate a lot, and her weight entered a stage where she could not restrain herself.

"I... am abnormally thin, so you don't have to be jealous."

"Owner……"

"what?"

"go to hell."

"???"

Mu An'an felt that she might not be able to survive in this place.

Even a little fat cat has such strong hostility towards her!
Goodbye, this world.

In the middle of winter, the entire imperial city is covered with snow, but the people are happy. The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and the coming year must be a good harvest.

If Mu An'an had enough physical strength, he would fly upwards on the air current and see that the entire palace was covered in snow, covered in silver, and extremely white. It seemed that all the bloody storms had been settled in the past.

Two more months passed and Mu Anan finally regained her strength. She decided to awaken all the dusty memories with Wenlang's help.

In Longxuan Palace, Mu An'an was dressed in plain clothes and didn't wear any jewelry on his head. Wen Lang bit his finger and drew complicated spells on the ground.

"For a while, you will feel some pain, and you can't change anything, because that is already an established fact, I hope...you..." Wen Lang said, stopping his fingers, with a sad expression, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Did you forget how to draw?" Mu An'an tilted her head and teased, she had an intuition that the past experience would not be very good, and it might be a kind of torture to think about it, but memory is something that cannot be forgotten.

Maybe not so good right now.

It's ok.

One day, it will become a story of meritorious deeds to be talked about with future generations, and it will become the meat that fills the gaps on the mat.

Inseparable and inseparable.

"No, I just hope you don't hate me, when I..." Wen Lang frowned, feeling very embarrassed.

　One more.

　　New weekend, new sadness.

　　Homework is like a mountain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)