Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

With the hands-free mobile phone on, Curry's voice came clearly into An Xia's ears.

He was still as loyal to Venthyr as before.

Like Tianshu, Tianji, Tianxuan, and Tianquan, they are loyal and loyal.

Wen Xier glanced at An Xia and said to Curry indifferently, "Don't worry, we will arrange it."

Others might be afraid of Emery Ann, but he was never afraid of Venthyr.

The former Emory Ann was indeed very powerful and admired.

But since he was fascinated by An Qian's mother, the wise and martial man gradually lost his ability, and finally, even the most basic judgment was lost.

Confused by women, he became more and more confused and dazed. If An Xia hadn't become a qualified heir of the Imperial Domain, the Imperial Domain might have been divided among the five great families many years ago.

The position of the Lord of the Imperial Domain will never fall into the hands of An Qian.

Curry was still very worried about his Count, and when he heard the words, he didn't know that the phone was on and he said softly, "My lord, this subordinate thinks you need to calm down."

"You have found the Emperor Lord, please invite the Emperor Lord to your castle first. If Emory Ann also knows that the Emperor Lord is still alive, the last thing you want may happen a second time."

I was so worried about his family that he forgot to do business when he was so excited.

Beauty is misleading, the ancestors of the Wenthyr family had too many lessons like this.

There is a loss of inheritance rights due to female sex.

And because of female sex, she voluntarily gave up her right of inheritance.

Some even lost their lives because of female sex.

He didn't want his own count, to lose his own life for the emperor.

Hearing this, An Xia grabbed the phone without waiting for Wen Xier's answer, and said coldly, "Curry, you haven't seen you for many years, did you eat the guts of a leopard?"

Curry on the other end of the phone was so frightened that he almost knelt down.

"The Emperor." In the direction of the hotel, Curry pressed his left chest with his right hand and bent deeply to show his respect.

After that, he said respectfully, "My esteemed lord, it's been a long time since I saw you, how are you?"

"I'll be better if you come over and take the unsightly guy away."

Curry smiled, and the familiar Emperor Lord returned.

Just like in the past, every time there was a quarrel with his family, he would order him to take the count away quickly.

Laughing and laughing, Curry's eyes also flushed red, and there were faint tears flickering.

"God bless you, my lord, everything is fine. I am looking forward to meeting you. Now, please leave the hotel with your lord immediately, Emory Ann, your father..."

After a short pause, Curry seemed to think of something, and he asked Venthyr, "Lord Count, did you tell your esteemed lord something?"

On the honorary title, Curry is clearly distinguished.

He has always called An Xia a respected lord.

Wensil was silent for a moment, and his face was a little unhappy, "I don't have time to say it at all. Now, I am very, very unhappy now that you have taken the lead."

"If nothing else, you can shut up Curry."

He also wants to perform well in front of Anxia. There are some things that he can only say, and he doesn't want Curry to say it first.

"Okay, I understand." Curry's stern face showed a deep smile, "Excuse me, esteemed lord. Hope to see you soon."

Anxia has always had a good impression of Curry. He is a few years older than them. When he was young, Curry took great care of them and cared for them like a big brother.

I still remember one time, because she was unwell, lying on the bed was very uncomfortable. It was Curry who risked being discovered by the instructor and beaten to death, and secretly sent her cold medicine and antipyretic medicine.