Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The young man buried his head in her quilt and changed several positions. He could faintly hear the sound of rapid breathing. The somewhat painful sound made Miss Ling Shi's anger drop by a percentage point. She still couldn't do anything about the young man in front of her. To achieve peaceful coexistence, do not want to get close at all.

then.

The idiot rubbed back and forth on her bed, the surface of the quilt was covered with unsightly wrinkles, and gradually, the soft sound of a young man came from inside.

next moment.

The temperature in the room seemed to have been visited by a blizzard.

Chapter 290 The Four Days of Fighting Each Other

A touch of warmth surrounds every corner of the body.

Just like the cold and distant early winter, the morning sun rises, and the soft bedding blocks the cold outside, leaving only the dreamlike comfort of another world.

As time goes by, the illusory utopia is outlined under the influence of the subconscious, from the beginning of glory to the last moment of disillusionment.

Crossing the distance between the mountains and the sea, tearing off a pair of scorched hands stretched out from the ground, seeing the fire in the land of enlightenment in the dream soaring into the sky, accompanied by the heart-piercing Qin Opera...

In an instant, Yan Ce opened his eyes.

Damn it, I dreamed of the fire at Xiang's house in Chu State again...

Recently, he was overwhelmed by the two perverts from Chu State. He had never been so impressed when he saw Jing Ke, a big man in a red suit.

Somehow, he inexplicably felt a sense of crisis in the quilt, as if he was being targeted by Godzilla.

Although the whole body is wrapped in the quilt, it is warm, and it smells good, like the spices after the petals are ground, so light that it is almost nothing.

Suddenly, the faint sense of crisis began to intensify.

It was as if being stared at by a big cat creature from behind, with its sharp claws hidden, waiting for the second when the boy opened the seal, and gave him a frenzied [-] rounds of scratching.

Yan Ce was in a trance, immersed in chaotic reveries, for example, the bedding was too clean, with a strong personal color, it was by no means like Yan Ce's informality, with a little light that came in, he could see To this familiar sheet, this familiar pillow.

With a flash of thought, Yan Ce showed a dazed expression, lying sideways in the quilt, and had a clear judgment on the current situation.

He was sleepy when he came back, and now he is in a dream, what a real dream!

The ancients said: everything in a dream is real.

Yan Ce rubbed his sore eyes and yawned. The sequelae of physical exhaustion hadn't passed yet. He stretched out a hand from under the quilt to test the horror of the nightmare.

I don't know if it suddenly appeared on TV, or crawled out of a dry well, or is it a ghost press that most people have encountered?

The teenager struggles to escape reality and proves it is an illusion.

Without reaching far, he felt the thin fabric.Through the fabric, the index finger seems to poke the cool and soft skin, and the touch of the small and exquisite belly is passed back along the fingertips without reservation. The rubbing is accompanied by a slight trembling, and one can vaguely feel that it is about to touch it when it goes up. To two balls full of elastic softness.

This dream is so smooth!

Yan Ce's firm eyes flickered with panic, this out-of-standard situation provoked the boy's already confused nerves.

"woke up?"

The almost cold female voice echoed in Yan Ce's ears.

"No, sleep a little longer."

Yan Ce said so perfunctorily, retracting his hands, cold sweat gradually protruding from his head, the sense of crisis of ten plus signs lingered in his heart, and now his mind was full of Fusu running around, panicked.

She asked, "Well, do you want a lighter breakfast?"

"That's really troublesome." Yan Ce tried to keep calm, laughing.

"It's okay, do you want some sauce?"

"It's fine if you like it. I'll sleep for a while. Don't make noise. I'm really sleepy today."

Then, a plain white arm locked Yan Ce's wrist, pulling the boy out of the quilt at once, and the next moment, Miss Lingshi pointed the boy's usual kitchen dagger at Yan Ce's forehead.

Well, not a dream.

Yan Ce knew that the dream was not that soft, and calmly looked up at Miss Lingshi who was close at hand. He didn't think that justifying would reduce her hostility towards him.

For some reason, today she is dressed differently than usual in a more capable dress, with a snow-white sleeveless top and light green skirt paired with high boots, the top was accidentally lifted by Yan Ce just now, revealing her fair and smooth skin.

Her charming long eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a biting murderous intent faintly flowing between her brows.

"Wang, was assassinated jointly by assassins from Yan and Chu countries, and Yu Yuanhan was seriously injured." Miss Lingshi said, "Now, one copy of Wang's letter has been sent to His Royal Highness Fusu, and the other is on the case table."

"!!!"

The news as if the doomsday was coming made Yan Ce wake up from the bewilderment in an instant, and the calm eyes disappeared, replaced by the shock that cannot be described in words, staring blankly at Miss Ling who threw the heavy bomb.

"impossible……"

Miss Ling Shi leaned against the bed, put down her dagger, and said coldly: "The letter is on the table, it is the news that the Yan-Chu Alliance assassinated Qin Wangzheng in Xinzheng. I also nodded in agreement due to the situation."

"But the prime minister's decision is to kill son Ce, to eradicate the remnants of the Yan Kingdom for righteousness, and to prevent accidents from happening."

"..."

Yan Ce's drowsiness faded away, his eyes began to widen, and he turned his head, just in time to see a volume of letters placed on the table.

"After breakfast, can you ask the young master to make a decision?"

The woman's expression was indifferent, and the killing intent in her eyes did not fade away because of Yan Ce's shock. Seeing that the young man hadn't regained his composure for a while, she got up and picked up the dagger that was considered sharp.