Chapter 1135： My Gentle Tyrant (17)

Fu Yue didn't need to look at this person's face to know that he must be Ji Rong.

The reason is simple. The child wore a dragon robe that was extremely large and unfitting.

Fu Yue: "..."

He became smaller.

It's getting smaller everywhere.

Fu Yue walked to the child, picked him up and put him on the bed easily, and then looked at his face twice.

The child looks about five years old.

The very small one has a limp body, white and tender face with a little baby fat, but the eyebrows and eyes are extremely delicate, and the features are profoundly painted.

The lips are blushing like jelly.

Looking closely at Ji Rong in this way, Fu Yue suddenly discovered that there was a tiny mole in the corner of his eye, which added a sense of demon beauty for no reason.

This face is completely a reduced version of Ji Rong.

Fu Yue's heart suddenly wretched.

Now this person is smaller.

In the modern era...

Although I don't know what the situation is, in any case, this person can let her bully!

Ji Rong was awakened by Fu Yuerua.

He opened his eyes and saw Fu Yue stretched out his sinful hand and pinched his face desperately.

Ji Rong was stunned: "...?"

He frowned, slapped Fu Yue's hand off, "Presumptuous!"

The voice is soft and tender, not threatening at all.

Ji Rong's face froze.

His voice?

He stiffened his head and lowered his head, and found himself shrinking.

Ji Rong tentatively got out of bed, but found that when sitting on the bed, his legs could not even reach the ground.

"..."

He became a small piece.

Ji Rong looked suspicious of life, such an expression on the face of a child became extremely funny.

Fu Yue burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha."

Ji Xiaorong flew over with a knife in his eyes, with a soft but gloomy voice: "Qin Chu, please explain to me, I became like this, did you make a ghost?"

"You even partnered with that assassin to assassinate me. It's a treachery! If you commit the following, you are committing a capital crime!"

Fu Yue rolled her eyes.

She stretched out her hand and picked up Ji Xiaorong effortlessly.

Ji Xiaorong Huarong pales: "You let me go!"

It's no use struggling twice, Ji Xiaorong looks sloppy.

Fu Yue held the child to the window and pointed to the outside scene and said to him: "Look at it clearly, this is still not your Ji dynasty."

There was just a road outside the window.

Many vehicles drove away at high speed.

Fu Yue could clearly feel that the little hand of the child around her neck tightened without a trace.

Ji Xiaorong was silent for a few seconds.

Youyou asked: "What kind of monster is this?"

"And where am I?"

Fu Yue didn't mind that what she said would refresh this baby's worldview.

"This is the world after a thousand years. Your Majesty, your Ji family, is dead."

Ji Xiaorong was stunned, then recovered and furiously said: "Nonsense!"

Fu Yue threw him to the ground.

"believe it or not."

...

Ji Rong drew for two hours and finally accepted the fact that his dynasty was gone, and then fell into autism.

The child huddled on the bed.

Fu Yue played with the original owner's phone for a while, of course it was unlocked with a fingerprint, and found that the original owner had the habit of writing diaries, which were all stored on the sticky notes in the phone.

Take a look at it briefly.

Fu Yue found several important information.

The original owner is an orphan, lives alone, and does not have a small social circle of friends.

Most importantly, there is no money.

Fu Yue sighed heavily.

She glanced at the little emperor who was sitting on the bed in a daze.

"Hey."

The other party ignored her.

"Ji Rong?"

The little emperor glanced at her, but still didn't say anything.

Fu Yue grinds his teeth: "If you ignore me, I will throw you away and leave you alone!"

The little emperor was taken aback: "...threw me away?"

He suddenly smiled disdainfully: "Will I rely on you as a woman?"

...

Two minutes later.

The little emperor was carried, led and thrown to the gate.

Fu Yue tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Then, your majesty the emperor, you can do it yourself!"

Finish saying this.

The door was closed hard.

Ji Xiaorong sneered and left without hesitation.

If he walks away, he can't live on his own. ?

It's ridiculous!

As a result, Ji Xiaorong turned his head and saw a dog who was taller than others at the opposite door, slowly walking towards him.

Ji Xiaorong: "!!!"

His legs are weak, really.

Ji Xiaorong promptly knocked on Fu Yue's door, feeling very spiritual.

"Qin Chu, you should open the door to me soon, so I won't care about you like you!"

"Qin Chu, you still can't come out!!"

"Qin Chu, you save me, I was wrong, oh, the dog is terrible..."

"Speak without counting the words"

The modern sand sculpture hilarious chapter of the little emperor and Fu Yueyue, they will wear them back.

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