Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Actually, I have nothing to ask..."

Although King Qin's exquisite face was still calm and indifferent, the helplessness in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and he gave a faint "hmm".

"Fusu, in the afternoon follow Fu Xi to make arrangements for the coming-of-age ceremony. As for the rest of the time, it will be as usual, studying with Mr. Fei in the school."

The woman forced a gentle smile at Mr. Fei who was saluting, then smoothed the slight curvature of her mouth, turned to Yan Ce who was guilty of helping Su, and pointed at the boy with cold and threatening eyes.

"Yan Ce is now coming out with the widow, I have something to ask you."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Before Yan Ce saw the girl's strange expression before leaving, he thought it necessary to advise Ying Zheng about Fusu's mother-phobia, so he didn't ask any more questions.

When Fusu watched her mother and her ex-fiancé go away in despair, she turned her head sadly and looked at the always scary Miss Ling.

"Ling Shi... does Young Master Ce live in Qin Palace?"

Qin Palace?

Of course not.

Since it was left to her to arrange, how could it be possible to let that dangerous boy live with King Qin.

Miss Lingshi already made it a prerequisite for Fusu to know about the cohabitation. She understood what the young master meant, and she just wanted to secretly ask the child if he would continue to sleep with King Qin in the future.

She bent down respectfully and smiled, "Your Highness, of course not, it's the Nuan Pavilion not far from Qin Palace."

Fusu's mood dropped below zero and gradually returned to above zero. She knew that even though this talisman smacked of danger every day, she would never lie to her and her mother, and of course there was no need to lie .

Fusu covered his beating heart, excitedly said: "Really?"

Miss Lingshi nodded with a smile.

"real."

Chapter 79 Young Master Ce is an Assassin!

However, Ying Zheng didn't say a single word to Yan Ce during the whole time he walked out of the school, the boy didn't know why he made her angry, or whether she was just in a bad mood. "

"What's wrong?" Yan Ce couldn't help asking.

Ying Zheng glanced at the young man. No matter how puzzled he was, he still failed to give an answer as usual. Along the way, the two of them listened quietly and clearly to the soft crow of the cuckoo, and finally stopped at Qinjiange.

Ying Zheng waved his hand calmly, and the guards stationed outside the pavilion immediately saluted, exchanged eyes secretly for a while, pretended not to see Yan Ce, and patrolled elsewhere.

"come in."

Ying Zheng stepped into the pavilion the moment the lingering sound fell.

Since Yan Ce's swordsmanship has gradually matured, she has tried her best to avoid close contact between the two of them. She is happy that this child has never forgotten her advice.

The state of Qin favors martial arts, and boys must know how to use swords.

The boy closed the door and asked seriously, "Are you okay?"

The King of Qin's attitude is too strange, giving people a feeling of being completely unhuman, and he refuses to answer no matter how much he asks.

"The widow wants to see your results."

Looking at the figure of the young man, Ying Zheng's eyes were no longer indifferent and gentle as before, and some of them were only as cold as winter, and slowly pulled out the Tai'a sword.

The buzzing sound of the friction between the blade and the scabbard was extremely ear-piercing, and the running water pattern engraved on Tai'a's sword reflected a compelling color under the illumination of the palace lantern.

She raised her hand, pointing the cold sword point at Yan Ce.

Ying Zheng said indifferently: "This period of time is not too short. I want to know how much you have grown."

"The widow only uses his right hand."

"You're not serious, are you?"

Beads of sweat dripped from the corner of Yan Ce's forehead, and he raised his hand to ask.

"Guess what?"

In an instant, the Tai'a sword swung down from above.

Yan Ce didn't have time to stay in a daze, and suddenly pulled out the bronze sword on the weapon rack, and collided with Ying Zheng's Tai'a sword, but the woman just increased her strength lightly, and the tip of Tai'a sword almost touched his forehead .

Yan Ce turned his head, pulled away to the right and used a standard invincible magic skill - rolling, barely escaped from Ying Zheng's attack range.

Her eyes are clear, like a dragon seeing a snack stuffed between its teeth.

"Nice response."

Respond slowly, and you'll be hacked to death.

What exactly happened, this king actually wanted to beat him up in this name, and which bad guy with no conscience framed him, a good boy in the new era.

Yan Ce swallowed his saliva, and stared at the woman's movements, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, his soul would return to Jiuquan.

Now it seems that the other party definitely didn't end with a single move. Occasion of death.

next moment.

Tai Ah waved again, Yan Ce stared fixedly, quickly sketched out the trajectory of the blade falling in his mind, tilted his head, the blade slid past his ear, and a few strands of hair fluttered down .

However, Yingzheng slashed down with the sword in one hand, and his trajectory was deflected at an angle just right when it was difficult to control the retraction force, picking up the bronze sword that Yan Ce was holding tightly.