A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

The young man is like the demon lotus blooming in purgatory. Although the evil beauty and decadent look between his eyebrows are tainted with a bit of immaturity, he will definitely be as demonic as Wu Qing in the future.

However, these are not the main points. The young man’s eyebrows, expression, and temperament are simply a replica of Wu Qing!

Wu Qing was shocked and confused. Who would tell her what was going on? !

Knowing that he had scared Wu Qing, the young man Yanlou grabbed his disheveled hair, twisted his eyebrows in confusion for a long time, and explained with some embarrassment: "Mother, actually I am your future son..."

"Future?" Wu Qing blurted out his question. Does this son have a present and a future?

"Well, young master, I am only a soul body now. Because of my mother, I was able to condense my soul long before I was born." Yanlou searched his brain to find an easier-to-understand explanation. His hair was smooth and bright. Ze's black hair was scratched like a chicken coop.

Future, soul body, and not yet born? The more Wu Qing listened, the more confused he became. After all, this matter was a bit strange. Anyone who suddenly had a son about his own age would find it difficult to digest this fact.

Narrowing her phoenix eyes out of habit, Wu Qing carefully examined the young man who claimed to be her son.

Dark hair, crimson lips, and rosy face, no matter how you look at it, this is a small disaster. However, if you look carefully, you will find that Yanlou's body is somewhat transparent and light, and he does not have the aura that a living person should have, commonly known as - popularity.

Stretching out his hand, Wu Qing poked at the charming face in front of him that was almost carved out of the same mold as himself.

Sure enough, her fingers passed directly through Yanlou's face. That bright face was like the moon in the mirror, beautiful and unreal.

Touching his chin, Wu Qing twisted his long eyebrows and thought to himself. The soul of his future son has found his way to him. This thing sounds fantastical. However, she has seen a lot of strange and weird things, not to mention that it is not a big deal for fantasy things to happen in a fantasy world.

More importantly, this boy looked so much like her, and the throbbing blood connection deep in her heart rippled at her heartstrings all the time. That feeling of intimacy could not be faked.

Seeing Wu Qing frowning for a while, Yanlou felt a little nervous. He had been looking forward to his mother for so many years. What if Wuqing didn't believe him and didn't recognize him?

"Mom, look how much we look like. Look at these eyes and mouth. It's obvious that you have good genes!"

"Mother, look at my temperament, I am the exact copy of you! It's like a male-female killing!"

"Mother, from now on you and I will hook up and go out on the street together, and you will definitely charm thousands of girls!"

Yanlou suddenly came up to Wu Qing with a charming face, pointed at his red and phoenix eyes, tugged at his bright little face, and raised an eyebrow in a very awkward manner, just barely showing off his folding fan to show off his unparalleled figure. .

Looking at this evil young man who looked eager to be her replica, three thousand black lines slid down Wu Qing's forehead. Is this frizzy and weak guy really her son?

"Look at my fingernails again, uh, mother, my... fingers... nails..." The more Yanlou spoke eloquently, the more he felt that something was wrong with his mother's face, and he felt a lump in his throat. Choking, the voice became quieter.

My mother's face seems... not a good sign?

After all, he is a little monster from the monster family. His IQ is extraordinary. Yanlou immediately changed his strategy: "Mother, I am the little monster you will give birth to in the future. If you don't recognize me, I will, I will..."

After a long time, Yanlou, who was about to "threaten" Wu Qing majestically, got stuck again. He scratched his hair depressedly. What could he do?

Wu Qing twitched the corners of his lips, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. Why does her son seem a little stupid? And he's so cute and stupid?

"Xiao Yanlou, have you had a genetic mutation?" The difference between your Tengren level and that of hers is more than just a day or two.

"Bullshit, I'm obviously the exact replica of my mother!" Yanlou was furious. He had obviously inherited everything from his mother, including her extraordinary appearance and wisdom. But when faced with him, When I kissed my mother, I was a bit speechless. How could I say it was a genetic mutation?

"Okay, okay, mother is joking," Wu Qing stretched out her hand to smooth her son's hair, and suppressed a surging smile, "Xiao Yanlou, if mother doesn't recognize you, what will you do?"

Well, tease him after smoothing his hair.

Yanlou is even more depressed. Does his mother, who is so funny like a cat, really regard him as her son?

"If mother doesn't recognize me, I will... go find my father!" Yanlou turned his head angrily and replied in a sullen voice.

Wu Qing's smooth movements froze, and his slender, cold phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. If there is a son, there must be an father. With her temperament, she has no interest in trying asexual reproduction. And even if it was a clone, she couldn't clone anyone.

So, who is this kid's father?

Reflexively, a face as elegant and gentle as a Zelandia in bloom flashed across Wuqing's mind, and in a daze, she seemed to smell the fragrant green bamboo fragrance.

Damn it! Does she think that Huang Yin is the one who is causing harm to Qian Mao?

"Xiao Yanlou, come on, come on, tell mother what your last name is!" The monster is indeed a monster, and he has all kinds of tricks.

Hmm, that guy Huang Yin seems to be named Mo.

"Mother, my surname is..." The little monster was about to answer smoothly, but in the middle of the sentence, he suddenly became vigilant, closed his mouth, and immediately swallowed a certain word.

Wu Qing squinted his eyes. This boy looked frizzy, but he didn't expect that his thoughts were very delicate.

"Xiao Yanlou, aren't you afraid that your mother will disown you?" She was so deceptive that she came with a threat.

Unexpectedly, Yanlou was very tight-lipped. He shook his head and said, "If I told him, I might have been born a few years later!" As expected, mother and son were connected, and they accurately guessed Wu Qing's temperament and behavior.

Anyway, the blood relationship was there, and his father wanted to connect Wu Qing closely with him at all times, so it was impossible for his mother to want him. But if he is born a few years later, he will have to be a soul for a few more years.

Only Wu Qing and the mysterious father can see the soul body. Isn't it true that he can't harm the whole world like his mother? Big loss!

Raising his eyebrows, Wu Qing looked at Yanlou's face without saying anything. If it had been anything else, she might have been able to guess a thing or two, but except for his eyes as black as jade, this boy looked like her. But there were so many people in Mo Tong, and she couldn't deduce who this kid's father was from his inherited facial features.