Chapter 1161： My Gentle Tyrant (43)

Ji Rong only got down to be honest after taking a note.

...

Fu Yue quietly complained about this person's bad kissing skills.

There is no endurance, no need to endure.

She hammered him down with her backhand, pinched Ji Rong's face smoothly, and patted him frivolously twice, "Are you a dog?"

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows and pressed Ji Rong to the ground with one hand. Her slender fingers began to spin from the top of his eyebrows and then slowly moved down, across the bridge of his nose, chin, and then the slightly raised apple knot... The uncle of the building looks like.

Frivolous and charming.

"He looks so handsome, come and have fun for the uncle?"

Ji Rong, the attribute tyrant: "..."

Even if he was pressed on the ground, he was even molested by a woman.

Have fun? ? ?

Ji Rong felt that this woman Qin Chu was going to turn her head, looking at her proficiency... This dead woman must have secretly gone to the bar to tease her guy behind her back! ! !

Otherwise, how could it be so skilled!

Fu Yue watched Ji Rong's face sink at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and she was faintly greenish. Before she could react, she was picked up.

Due to the height problem, Fu Yue was just a little boy in front of Ji Rong. She was grabbed by the back collar by this man and held it easily in her hand.

"...You let go, Ji Xiaorong, are you itchy?"

It is a pity that Ji Rong is not the baby who is only as high as her waist now, and does not listen to her at all.

Feng Shui turns around.

This made Fu Yue feel a trace of worry.

Ji Rong said gloomily: "Did you go to the Die Di with your back? Did you seduce a man when Di Di?"

Fu Yue: "...Fart."

Dancing at your dog emperor’s grave?

Ji Rong relied on his height and long legs, half-carried and half-carried Fu Yue and walked out. Before taking a few steps, he saw a man leaning on the artificial mountain pass holding a sword.

Swordsman in black.

The man looked over with silent and cold eyes.

When seeing Ji Rong carrying Fu Yue's slightly weird posture, a slight difference flashed in Yu Li's eyes.

He was silent for a moment.

The thin lips moved.

"Still pay attention to the image, this is in the palace after all."

Ji Rongliang whizzed: "You also know that this is in the palace, then do you know that Qin Chu is my woman?"

He didn't forget the assassin's idea of ​​beating Qin Chu.

Yu Li dropped his eyes and said nothing.

He turned around holding the sword and left without saying a word.

The moonlight stretched the back of the black-clothed swordsman, and spilt it coldly, becoming thinner and lonely.

Fu Yue: "???"

She squeezed Ji Rong's waist sharply: "What nonsense are you talking about? Somehow they have worn us to modern times. How can this be considered a revolutionary friendship? What is your yin and yang?"

Fu Yue was staring at him.

Those eyes rolled fiercely.

Ji Rong: "..."

Ji Rong: "Qin Chu, have you forgotten who I am? I am the emperor. The charge of assassinating me is enough for him to die for hundreds of times. It is fine if I don't pursue him now. Now, what else do you want me to look good on him?"

Fu Yue said angrily: "! You have no heart!"

The emperor's face was so beautiful that it was nearly sharp, and he leaned slightly, and took a deep look at Fu Yue.

...Not to mention that he still misses you.

In the second half, Ji Rong didn't say it because he knew that Fu Yue didn't realize Yu Li's feelings for her.

And he did not intend to clarify.

Because he was afraid.

The monstrous and beautiful emperor, with half-dangling curled eyelashes, his eyes were extremely beautiful, like a broken star. At this moment, there was a bit of fear in it, and obvious fragility.