Chapter 1129： My Gentle Tyrant (11)

Seeing that Ji Rong stretched out his hands to pinch Fu Yue's neck with his eyes naked, his actions caused Fu Yue's dissatisfaction in his sleep.

To be precise, Fu Yue hadn't woken up yet.

Still in a daze.

She put her arms around Ji Rong's neck and kissed him, keeping her eyes closed all the time, "Don't make trouble, go to sleep, ancestor, I'm almost sleepy..."

After saying a word, sleep in seconds.

Ji Rong was not given a chance to react.

Ji Rong was stunned by this kiss, and even her headache seemed to be relieved a lot, and her eyes became clearer.

The beautiful emperor stared at the sleeping girl with complicated eyes.

He raised his hand and touched his lips.

The soft touch seems to still be there...

Ji Rong's sight gradually shifted.

He stared at the girl's soft red lips.

As a lofty king, Ji Rong never knew what patience was, and he didn't need to know.

In his life.

For what you want, it has always been domineering and plundering.

There is no need to consider the feelings of others.

...

Fu Yue was awake.

She felt as if she had had a nightmare, as if a mountain was pressed against her body, and she was almost out of breath, while she herself was breathing pitifully, like a dying fish.

As a result, opened his eyes.

Fu Yue found that her two hands were clasped and her wrists were pressed on the bed, so she couldn't move anything.

She opened her eyes, her eyelashes were like a fan, and the tails of her eyes were beautifully curved, and then she met Ji Rong's deep, abyss-like pupils.

"..."

Fu Yue opened her lips, feeling a soft touch and a slight tingling sensation on the lips.

Xu was stunned in sleep, coupled with the natural intimacy of Xiaotian.

Fu Yue did not hesitate to speak so much.

Instantly transformed into a drama.

"Your Majesty, you actually stole your relatives while your concubine was asleep. I didn't expect you to be like this!... Your Majesty, you are still young, how can you indulge in this matter? This fact is hurting the kidney!~"

Fu Yue's tone was very much like an old mother who had broken her heart with her hatred for iron and steel.

Ji Rong: "...what a nonsense."

He let go of the hand holding Fu Yue, stepped back, and restored the appearance of that handsome yin bird. He pulled his thin lips and said, "It seems that I am too indulgent, and the concubine is arrogant."

Fu Yue's eyes suddenly brightened.

The Dog Emperor is angry, is it time to open the Lenggong dungeon next?

Seeing Fu Yue look eager to try, her black eyes stared at him brightly.

Ji Rong was speechless for another while, "..."

"What do you mean, do you expect me to punish you?"

Fu Yue: "...That's not true. Who wants to be punished."

Ji Rong: "Then you are still so happy?"

He squinted his eyes suspiciously, then said gloomily: "It's a capital crime to deceive the king."

The threat of Chiguoguo!

Fu Yue coughed lightly: "The concubine is not happy, but just means accepting everything safely, commonly known as salted fish."

Ji Rong: "...salted fish?"

Fu Yue nodded: "Yes, it's me, I'm idle and redundant."

Ji Rong: "...You know yourself."

Ji Rong spoke again, as if he had opened some chatterbox, one question after another.

"Heh, then you are not afraid that I will kill you?"

Fu Yue hummed perfunctorily.

"Anyway, you are the emperor. If I can't beat you, I can't help you. If you want to kill me, I have no idea."

Ji Rong: "..."

This is the first time the tyrannical emperor has encountered such a.... special answer.

Suffering for a while.

He couldn't figure out how to pick it up, he was angry when he couldn't figure it out, and he wanted to kill when he was angry.

Ji Rong glanced at Fu Yue coldly.

This woman, keep it for now, don't kill.

Ji Rong turned over and got out of bed. He had slept on the outside bed before, and suddenly this one turned over and Fu Yue really jumped off.

"what are you doing??"

Fu Yue watched Ji Rong aggressively rushing out with his sword.

No need to ask.

This guy must be going to kill.

...

After a cup of tea time.

Ji Rong came back again carrying the sword, but this time blood was dripping from the sword. He was sluggish all the way, like a dead body with no emotions, and his eyes were dark and dead.

Fu Yue: "..."

At this time, Ji Rong turned his head to look at Fu Yue, and walked towards her step by step, still holding the bleeding sword, eyes gloomy, looking like a good person anyway.

Fu Yue: "!!! Don't mess around."

Don't kill, I am your wife! !