Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The proud towering chest was pressed against the young man's back. She looked at him quietly, and there was a taste that others could not understand in her eyes. Her bare right foot naturally hung down, and it swayed slightly as Yan Ce swayed on the trail in the forest.

As for the fingers on her thighs, they were locked inwardly and fixed, so they didn't go any further.

"You don't even have any flesh on your legs." Yan Ce sighed.

An indifferent voice echoed in my ears: "What do you want to express?"

"Would you like to try to improve the recipe?" Yan Ce lowered his eyes and saw the well-proportioned and slender legs, and couldn't help but said, "It will help recover from injuries."

"No, I think you can focus on other things for a while."

"Yes." Yan Ce turned his head slightly, and asked curiously, "Why don't you talk about how you can repay me?"

"I'll sleep for a while and don't talk."

The woman rested her head on the boy's shoulder, closed her eyes calmly, her breathing became long and rhythmic.

The cold and delicate face quietly turned crimson.

After all, the summer sun is very hot...

Yan Ce: "...Shangguan, this is a lie."

There was no response, as if she was really taking a nap on the boy's back.

"Sleep, I have no objection, but you can move up a little... the back is itchy."

As soon as the words fell, a wave full of killing intent brushed the back of Yan Ce's neck.

She said lightly: "You are hopeless, can you die?"

"Sure enough, you didn't sleep, and you can tell lies."

"What's the matter, satisfying your pathetic self-esteem by seeing the inadequacy of others, you are indeed a stupid, poor creature with no survival value."

He could clearly feel her chest rising and falling from the anger on his back, and his breathing rate accelerated a little bit. Yan Ce suspected that if he talked about this topic again, she would bite her neck, and then it would be dripping with blood...

"Walking alone is too boring, talking is fine too. Are you really not going to repay me?"

"……Have."

"Break your neck."

"you sure?"

She rubbed lightly twice, and chose a slightly more comfortable sleeping position, "That's right, death will never leave pain behind."

"Is death a reward?"

"A death with a broken neck is more dignified."

"No, no, I don't think it's dignified anymore..."

Yan Ce firmly supported Shangguan's thigh, lifted it up a bit, then subconsciously tightened her arms around his neck, she glanced sideways at Yan Ce, and loosened it a little.

"Heavy?"

Yan Ce said, "Very light."

"……Um."

Miss Lingshi curled the corners of her lips, but she didn't make a sound after hearing this answer.

Unknowingly walked to the outer edge of the palace, Yan Ce went to the room where she usually rested, opened the door, and put the woman on her back down.

The time is already noon.

She leaned against the edge of the bed, threw off the other shoe, bent her legs, stepped lightly on the sheet with her right leg flat.

"Do you need to change the anti-swelling and pain-relieving medicine again? It seems that the effect of ice compress is not very good."

Saying that, Yan Ce simply made an ice pack and walked over.

Ice in midsummer is a rarity in the outside world, but in fact, more efficient ice-making methods have been developed in the research institute, and the ice storage capacity of Wang Ting is still relatively considerable. The only thing that makes Yan Ce feel bad is the improved ice-making method It was born as a by-product of a fire extinguisher. As for the reason, we have to ask the group of iron bombers who went where they went with their scientific research funds and where they exploded.

The Mohist philosophy that bombs produce all things has filled the souls of Mohist teenagers and girls. The basis for improving people's livelihood is derived from things like bombs and landmines.

Pavilions and buildings for bomb prevention, pens, ink, paper and inkstones for data recording, food production for cultivating bomb testing tools... The technology tree has been abolished.

Facts have proved that if you don't spend your own money, you really don't feel bad.

When the ice pack was applied to her ankle, she let out a slight inhalation sound, and she was a little dissatisfied with the young man who was asserting himself.

"It's too cold," she responded.

Yan Ce put two layers of cloth on the ice pack, "What about now?"

She tilted her head, looking at the swaying summer leaves outside the window, "..."

This reflection is basically equivalent to expressing "satisfaction".

Originally he went out with her in a mess, but it turned out that he took care of this woman all the way, Yan Ce touched his slightly sweaty forehead.

"Your Majesty's attitude has changed subtly since he returned to the country. I feel a little confused. Fusu has also returned to the country. The command of the Great Wall Legion has always been in her hands. This should be to train Fusu and prepare her to ascend to the throne of God."

The woman's expression was indifferent, and when this topic came up, she raised her eyebrows, "You are better than Fusu, Your Majesty's plan to let the crown prince gain prestige has completely failed, if you ascend to the throne, Mr. Fusu wants to convince the public, do you think it is possible? "

"What you are seeking is self-protection, and other ministers don't think so. They only think that you are eager to prove that you are far more suitable for the supreme throne than Fusu."