Bird Raiders

The prince lived for 1000 years, roughly half the lifespan of a fairy.

Everyone in the world says that life is a dream, but this dream is too long.

He has always been amazed that his feelings for Artin can last for so many years, 1000 years, which is an unimaginable length of time for ordinary people.

He suffered humiliation when he was young, and experienced life and death several times as an adult. He had no expectations for life, let alone love.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet Artin, a colorful bird.

Ah Ting is stupid, he smiled at him when he was bullied, and timidly called him a prince, he didn't need to lie, he just handed over himself completely, and even found the medicine of immortality for him regardless of life and death, so that he could be born in this life. The unfortunate have a taste of this coveted taste.

Before taking this magical medicine, the prince asked Ah Ting: "If I don't take it, what will happen to you when I die?"

"I will go with my husband." Ah Ting said seriously, holding a teacup.

"does it worth?"

The prince always likes to ask whether it is worth it or not. In his world, everything can be weighed on a scale. Giving and rewarding, loving and being loved should all be equal.

He used a lie to deceive a little monster. This little monster was still his little wife, a little servant, who laid eggs for him, and called her father-in-law all day long. distract him.

does it worth?The prince doesn't know.

But this issue is really nothing compared to the thousands of years of staying together.

Mr. Ah Ting said with a smile, "Sir, I feel so happy."

The prince actually wanted to say: "He is the happiest person."

But he only said it twice over the years, once in front of Yi Xuan and Jin Yu, and once after Ah Ting fell asleep.

He is used to bullying Ah Ting, and he has always been arrogant. He can't be as gentle as Yi Xuan, and Ren Jinyu can play tricks on him.

Occasionally, he realized his conscience, held A Ting in his arms, and asked, "Do you think I'm too much? I always bully you."

Ah Ting held the prince's face, kissed it, and said: "No, I like it if my husband likes it. Besides, my husband didn't really bully me."

"Then what is real bullying?"

A Ting thought for a long time, then shook his head with a bitter face, "I don't know."

The prince grabbed Ah Ting's face and asked, "Is this really bullying?"

Artin shook his head.

The prince pulled Ah Ting's trousers and pulled them off, revealing Ah Ting's round buttocks. Ah Ting felt cold, so he shrank into the prince's arms, but the prince held him down and prevented him from moving, "Is this really bullying? ?”

Ah Ting lowered his head and blushed, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"I want to see you angry. I see that your sister is like a powder keg every day, burning at one o'clock, but you are a stuffy pot."

Ah Ting wondered: "But I have nothing to be angry about."

The prince raised his eyebrows, threw A Ting on the bed, then bent down to pull A Ting's pants, and said deliberately: "I can't even get angry, it can only be used to lay eggs for me."

Ah Ting immediately begged for mercy, "Sir, I don't want to lay eggs, Mr., don't..."

The prince ignored him and continued to play tricks, stripping A Ting's pants clean, and A Ting could only resist stubbornly.

"Do you still dare to hide?"

Ah Ting stopped suddenly, looked at the prince with tears in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth drooped little by little.

The prince thought that Ah Ting should be angry this time, laying eggs is what Ah Ting hates the most.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The prince plans to tell Ah Ting after this time that he doesn't need to be too obedient and let himself be wronged.

But Ah Ting sat up, half-knelt on the bed, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the prince's neck, put his cheek on it, and complained softly, "Sir, don't make trouble with me."

"What if I have to make trouble?"

Ah Ting pouted, the lord thought he was going to drop the golden beans again, but he just turned around, lying on the bed, raised his butt towards the lord, and said with a stuffy face under the quilt, "then come on, my lord."

The prince's heart moved and he sighed.

Going up to hold Ah Ting in his arms, rubbing his legs, rubbing Ah Ting until his face was flushed, and screaming in a low voice, he put his hands on the prince's chest and touched wherever it was cold.

While biting A Ting's earlobe, the prince said, "You little monster."