The system takes the poor cub to find his father

In the silent palace, the secret guards fixed their eyes on the chubby little cub.

Seeing him approaching His Majesty step by step, the secret guards began to swallow nervously.

The little boy seemed to be afraid of disturbing the sleeping Emperor, and with every step he took, he would carefully steal a glance at the Emperor. Only when he saw that the Emperor had no reaction would he dare to continue to move forward slowly.

Finally, the little guy came to His Majesty's dragon bed.

He tilted his head and quietly observed His Majesty for several seconds. Suddenly, he made a move that shocked the surrounding secret guards so much that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

I saw the little ball stretched out his white and tender little hand and touched the collarbone of His Majesty. He not only touched it, but also touched it back and forth.

"Commander, does His Majesty have mysophobia? If he knew that a little kid touched him while he was asleep, would he punish us for failing to protect the master?"

"To shut up"

The little guy had short arms and legs, and in order to reach His Majesty, he stood on tiptoe and lay on the dragon couch, with his lower body almost hanging in the air.

But after all, he was young and weak, and suddenly he could not hold on any longer. He fell into Your Majesty's arms, with his little face pressed tightly against Your Majesty's chest.

But the little guy did not give up. He flapped his little hands like a struggling duckling.

He grabbed the emperor's clothes and pulled his hair, and climbed up little by little, then turned over and sat firmly on the emperor's belly.

The secret guards were stunned by the series of actions of this little ball. They saw a handful of black hair caught between the fingers of the chubby little hand. It was undoubtedly the hair of His Majesty.

"Hiss" Seeing the amount of hair on the palm of the little ball, the secret guards couldn't help but feel a pain in their scalps.

The secret guard at the side couldn't help but poke the commander, with an indescribable expression on his face, and silently lip-synced:

"You're even pulling out His Majesty's hair. Does this count as an insult to His Majesty's majesty?"

The leader of the secret guards glared at him fiercely and gestured:

"Look again."

But the little guy seemed to have suffered a blow and just sat on Your Majesty without moving.

A moment later, to their surprise, the little guy paused for a few seconds, then actually lifted up His Majesty's arm, and the whole cub fell into His Majesty's arms. His chubby face with a little baby fat was pressed tightly against His Majesty's chest, and his short arms were around His Majesty, and then he closed his eyes.

One of the secret guards couldn't help but whisper to the commander:

"Commander, is he asleep? Did he come to your Majesty's bedroom just to sleep with your Majesty?"

The leader of the secret guards was also speechless. He also couldn't believe what he saw.

However, not long after, the sound of the little cub's steady breathing was heard in the bedroom, which was originally quiet to the point of death.

When they looked again, the little ball was smacking his lips, and it was obvious that he was sleeping even more soundly.

Ming Jiang originally saw the little tail and wanted to catch it back.

Unexpectedly, after the little guy noticed Ming Jiang's presence, he hid even deeper in Ming Yunqi's neck.

Ming Jiang tried very hard but failed to pull off the little tail that was clinging to Ming Yunqi. Instead, she lost her balance and fell on Ming Yunqi.

When he finally got up, the stinky tail hid even deeper, with no intention of going with him at all.

The little cub sat on the man's belly angrily, glaring at the stinky tail that buried itself tightly, and sulking alone.

After a moment, the little cub suddenly felt something strange.

The soul, which was originally in some pain, seemed to find a moment of peace after coming into contact with this strange man.

The little cub was a little confused. It tentatively lay down on the man's body. Sure enough, its soul, which was feeling a little painful, seemed to be wrapped in a warm breath.

The colorful little beast, which had been curling up in pain in its sea of ​​consciousness with its head buried under its tail, actually slowly stopped twitching and even opened its belly in comfort, letting out a comfortable sigh from its mouth.

Ming Jiang had never expected that in such a comfortable feeling, he actually fell asleep in an unfamiliar environment, and slept very soundly.

In his dream, Ming Jiang seemed to have come to a place he had never been to before.

Behind the layers of white curtains, there was a vaguely visible giant object struggling, making clanging sounds.

Ming Jiang stood there vigilantly, holding a small red sword tightly in his hand, staring straight ahead.

If it appeared in its original form, perhaps we would be able to see a little beast with its fur standing on end, staring with round eyes and looking ahead in a fierce manner.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, gently lifting the layers of hanging curtains, and the scene behind was finally revealed.

Ming Jiang's round and lovely eyes suddenly became deep, his white and tender fingertips, which were holding the small sword with such force, turned white, and a hint of gloom flashed across his face.

The layers of curtains were lifted, revealing a man with loose hair, whose neck below was tightly wrapped in a black cocoon woven with heavy black silk threads.

There was some unknown mucus on the black thread. Once the mucus touched the man's skin, it corroded instantly and emitted a burst of white smoke.

The man was tall and was trapped inside a huge black cocoon, leaving only a head covered with black hair, which looked weird and terrifying.

Ming Jiang knew that once the cocoon woven with black silk threads wrapped around the man's head, the man would be soaked in the corrosive mucus produced continuously in the cocoon, and his whole body would be corroded. In the end, the whole person would be digested without leaving any residue.

It was such a vicious method again. Looking at the tall man struggling in front of her, Ming Jiang thought of herself in an instant.

At the beginning, he was like a blood bag, trapped for a thousand years by the Jiang family using vicious means.

Ming Jiang walked forward with a cold face. The black threads seemed to sense someone approaching and their spreading speed suddenly slowed down.

Several black silk threads actually attacked Ming Jiang.

Ming Jiang's eyes turned cold. He now saw clearly that these silk threads were actually made up of small black insects, and the corrosive mucus was their secretion.

"Hmph! You're looking for death!" Ming Jiang swung the dagger in his hand, and a red light suddenly smashed towards the giant black cocoon.

The moment the black silk threads touched the cub's dagger, flames suddenly burst out, and the entire cocoon was engulfed in fire, making a sound of insects falling.

Seeing that the situation was not good, some insects wanted to escape, but it was too late. They were all sucked into the flames, letting out unwilling screams.

At the same time, in a dilapidated house in Dayu City, a young man suddenly vomited blood and fell down, his eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.

Who is it?

Who broke his curse?

And he burned all the poisonous insects that he had cultivated with great difficulty?

He will never let that guy go, definitely!