Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 1193 Nine Tails, Never a Slave (16)

Chacha originally went to the outskirts of the Flower Valley to pick herbs. When she saw the familiar white fox, she felt like she was crazy with longing and her eyes were dazzled.

"Chacha! Why are you here? Do you feel that I am nearby?" Mu Anan transformed into a human form and waved.

The girl in her prime waved her hand, and her figure was also somewhat graceful.

"No, I'm here to pick herbs, Your Highness, why are you here, this..." Chacha dropped the medicine basket and gave a standard salute, "I've seen Lord Dragon God!"

"Ah, don't worship him. He is an ungrateful guy. It's dazzling to see." Mu An'an picked up the former maid and turned around to glare at Wen Lang.

And Qingru Wenlang looked into the distance blankly and nodded slightly.

The sins you have committed must be repaid.

Xinyue is a girl who is always cautious, afraid of bumping into something, afraid of a wrong look in her eyes.

He seems to have set a wrong example from the start.

"Your Highness, let's go, this time I'm going to scare daddy!" Mu Anan was in high spirits, as she fantasized about possible scenarios, the smile on her lips grew stronger.

"Yeah." He replied, laughing uncontrollably in his heart, the fox king is an old Jianghu for so many years, how could he be frightened by such a trivial matter?

In the palace, Fox King Mu Nian was holding the book that Mu An'an had scribbled a long time ago, secretly lost in thought.

"My lord, Your Majesty, Your Highness is back!"

Chacha ran to the palace in a hurry, and was so shocked that the fox king threw all the books on the ground!
"What... what?"

The fox king's eyes widened, he turned around a few times, only felt headache and dizzy, and didn't know when he would drown.

Dragon Temple, are you here too?

When Wenlang took the little girl into the palace, he found that everything was different from what he expected. The Fox King, who should be dignified, elegant and noble, was rushing in without any image, holding a pile of precious paintings.

Wen Lang glanced at the little girl with surprise in his eyes.

Mu An'an smiled, "Don't panic, I used to like to sign Dad's famous paintings, but now Dad looks at me and thinks of protecting those scrolls..."

"Your hobbies are quite special." Wen Lang chuckled, and he couldn't help but began to play with the girl's hair again. It was soft and slippery, with a little coolness, and a faint sweet smell permeated the nostrils, which made people feel refreshed .

"Your Highness, your hobbies are quite special." Mu Anan tilted her head, but she didn't free her hair from the man's hands. She bared her teeth and felt a little pain.

"You are good-looking and pitiful." Wen Lang leaned into Mu An'an's ear and said softly.

There was a warmth on his ears, and a faint numbness spread out like ripples.

Mu Anan shook her head, she felt that she was probably doomed.

Her heartbeat was unbelievably fast, like a pet thrown into a cage by someone else, from resistance at the beginning to gradual habit, she has become a captive.

What else can Wenlang do!

Excessive!

"Your Highness, you..."

The girl's face turned red all of a sudden, reaching to the base of her neck, so tender that the blue blood vessels could be seen.

"I can't help but laugh, how can you be so thin-skinned?" Wenlang pinched Mu Anan's face, and the Fox King walked out just at this moment.

Mu Nian looked at this scene, and suddenly a mouthful of old blood choked his throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

The Eastern Dragon God is 15 years old, and he is only a hundred thousand years old. With this gap, the Dragon God is enough to be his father, but... unexpectedly...

An An was taken by such an old man...

Mu Nian panicked.

　Two more.

　　Very sleepy! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)