I can't believe it's you every time [Quick Transmigration]

"Then have you found the Princess of the Crystal Kingdom?" Yan Zi asked in a high voice.

Hearing the clear voice unique to young people, the aged king turned his head to look at Yan Zigao who was dressed in black, and looked at his son in puzzlement.

Fu En raised his eyebrows, reached out and pulled Yan Zigao to his side, and said frankly: "He is my little apple."

"What... mean?" The wrinkles on the king's forehead deepened, and he looked at Yan Zigao suspiciously, "Is he a goblin?"

"It's also someone I like." Fu En shrugged noncommittally, and embraced Yan Zigao with a cute face into his arms.

The old king instantly aged more than ten years, his bloodless lips were tightly pursed, his eyes looked between the two of them several times, and finally he opened his mouth and asked, "Is he a girl?"

Although Yan Zigao was surprised by Fu En's straightforwardness, when the king noticed the displeasure in his eyes, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he smiled indifferently: "I am a man, and I have nothing to do with your son. "

While turning his head to look at Fu En who was frowning tightly, Yan Zigao couldn't keep his smile, so he could only grit his teeth and said softly: "He is not the person I like."

Vaughan was indeed not his favorite person.

Unexpectedly, being together with Gong Jingxun for three lifetimes and being doted on for three lifetimes, Yan Zigao vaguely felt that this was not a coincidence, the chance of meeting Gongjingxun again was very high, so he would not fall in love with others again.

Even if Gong Jingxun did not appear in this life, Yan Zigao believed that he had been deeply poisoned by it, and only the medicine of Gong Jingxun could cure it.

It's just that when he said these words, his heart felt stuffy for a while, and his facial features were tightly covered by the quilt, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

Hearing the young man's denial of Fu En's words, the king, who almost vomited blood again, improved a lot. He patted Yan Zigao's shoulder with a smile, and said kindly, "I'm making you laugh. Fu En has been open-mouthed since he was a child."

The two people in a harmonious atmosphere spoke one word at a time, while the temperature around Fu En's body couldn't be lower, and he squinted at Yan Zigao who was talking with the old king.

Maybe there was a joking element in saying 'like' just now, but when I heard Yan Zigao's denial, I have to say that he was very unhappy.

Especially when he was unhappy, Yan Zigao, the main culprit, smiled indifferently, which made Fu En's inner unhappiness turn into anger, and his thin lips pursed in displeasure.

Yan Zigao felt Fu En's displeasure, but he didn't want to recruit any more love affairs, so he had to pretend to be a fool to the end, and showed the respect of the younger generation to the fullest.

The old king looked at the boy in front of him with satisfaction, and found that the boy was not only handsome, but also very well-spoken, so he told what had happened before.

After listening to the elderly king's statement, Yan Zigao propped his chin and fell into deep thought.

According to the old king, it should have happened that the Pocket Princess had been stolen, and the seven dwarfs at that.

It was a dumbfounding change. No matter how twists and turns and unbelievable the process is, everything seems to be moving towards the finale of "Pocket Fairy Tale: Pocket Princess". I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

According to this development, his poisonous apple will eventually be eaten.The only good thing is that he already knows the ending and can mourn for himself in advance.

Fu En clearly felt the young man's depression, pulled him into his arms, raised his drooping chin, and looked straight into Yan Zigao's eyes with deep eyes.

Such comforting eyes were not looking at ordinary friends at all, Yan Zigao nervously turned his head to look at the old king, while struggling to get out of Fu En's embrace.

The old king lowered his eyelids, and after a while he asked kindly, "What's your name?"

It was quiet for a while, Yan Zigao recalled the name of his body, but Fu En was startled—after getting along for a while, he subconsciously seemed to be very familiar with this boy, so familiar that he even forgot to ask him about it. Name up.It feels like his name has long been engraved in my heart.

Yan Zigao finally remembered what the mermaid king called him, and when he breathed a sigh of relief, he replied as naturally as possible: "Jafan."

"It's not that name." Fu En immediately denied Yan Zigao's self-introduction.

Vaguely, I remember that the boy's name should be... three words.

After Yan Zigao was denied, he turned his head to meet Fu En's eyes in surprise, but in such deep eyes, he almost lost his armor.

"Cough, maybe I know the whereabouts of the pocket princess." She turned her head in a concealed manner and said to the old king.

But Fu En didn't intend to stop there, grabbed the boy's shoulder and asked, "Why do you insist on finding the pocket princess?"

"Then we have to trouble little Gafan to show us the way." The old king didn't give Yan Zigao a chance to speak, he glanced at his son warningly, and said, "Our country doesn't intend to fight against the Crystal Kingdom, and it is very Maybe the Pocket Princess is likely to be your wife."

Fu En found that Yan Zigao's face suddenly turned pale, and was really dissatisfied with the old king's repeated attempts to break up the relationship between the two, so he forced Yan Zigao into his arms in front of the old king, domineering and unresistable Announced: "My wife can only be someone I like, only in my arms."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Yan Zigao's struggle, he lowered his head and kissed his lips fiercely.

Yan Zigao put his palm on the back of Fu En's hand with all his strength, but he couldn't break the big palm on his shoulder. He could only surrender in this lip battle, and was pressed tightly into the man's arms by the hand at his waist, almost He died in Fu En's lips with a faint smell of tobacco.

At this moment, he forgot who he was, and was overwhelmed by the fierce kiss and insisted on finding Gong Jingxun. He could only deeply feel the heat of the man in front of him, and he could only remember the feeling he gave.

Is it him?

Yan Zigao guessed drowsily.

So Johnson...

at dusk.

The miniature princess in a light blue princess dress was sitting in front of the wooden house, watching seven little people emerge from the distant horizon, and came back laughing and laughing.

He turned around and entered the house with a smile, and when he came out again holding the food plate, the seven dwarfs had already arrived in front of the house.

"Little princess, what's in the food plate?" The seven dwarfs looked at the things on the food plate and looked at each other.

The pocket princess' lips like cherry blossom petals evoked a sweet smile: "This is the biscuit I made, thank you for helping me escape the snake's den."

Although her face is still green, but this smile already shows that she will be a great beauty who will overwhelm the country and the city in the future.

At the beginning, because of the beauty of the Pocket Princess, she couldn't bear to be eaten by snakes, and the seven people worked together to save her.Now the brave seven dwarfs couldn't refuse the sincere smile of the pocket princess, scratched their heads and each took a biscuit and swallowed it whole.

Seeing the bright eyes of the little princess, the dwarf in the head felt that he should say something, so he smiled and praised: "That's great!"

The first person to eat crabs is often the most difficult, but someone did the first one, and the next person was much easier.

"That's right! It's very delicious!" Then, led by him, the other dwarves also praised it one after another.

"Look! We hunted a rabbit today." The dwarf proudly held up the bound rabbit to the little princess.

Pocket Princess heard the words and turned her head to look, only to see the rabbit with red eyes and pitifully shrugging her head, her heart suddenly softened into cotton.

"Let's let it go, it's so pitiful." The sympathetic pocket princess made a merciless request.

For a moment the seven dwarfs couldn't believe what they heard.

"This is the fruit of our day's labor." The dwarf in the head had no choice but to explain, "We are all kind, but if we don't cook it, we will only be hungry at night."

"We still have biscuits." The pocket princess said, but looked down and saw that there was only one biscuit left on the plate.

Her face rubbed against the ground, and it turned red. There was not enough flour in the noodle bowl.

The rabbit's ears trembled, and the rabbit's head drooped even more.

The little princess is in a difficult situation. She really doesn't want the little rabbit to be the food in the pot, but the seven dwarfs plan to have it for dinner.

Feeling sad, the Pocket Princess bit her lower lip aggrievedly, tears filled her beautiful eyes.

At this moment, an old woman came shamblingly not far from the path.

Opening the fence gate tremblingly, the wrinkled woman's old voice sounded: "Lovely princess, what made you frown your beautiful brows?"

The people at the door turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw an old woman in a black robe, with a kind smile on her wrinkled face, holding a fruit basket on her elbow, stumbling closer step by step.

Under the loving gaze of the old lady, the little princess said sadly: "If we don't cook the rabbit, we will go hungry."

The old woman glanced at the little rabbit who gave up struggling, smiled and lifted the flower cloth on the fruit basket, and said with a hoarse voice, "I have some fruits here, if you like, you can have them for dinner."

The fruit basket was full of fruits, and the seven dwarfs felt a little thirsty. The little princess was overjoyed, but she politely declined: "No, if we eat these fruits. What will you eat?"

"Don't worry about me, I've already eaten it." The old woman enthusiastically picked up a pear and stuffed it into the dwarf's hand, and then the dwarves picked up the fruit with half a push.

With a benevolent smile, the old woman took the apple from the basket seemingly casually, and approached the princess who stood aside.

"This is for you, beautiful princess."

Looking at the attractive apple in the palm of her hand, the pocket princess felt a little thirsty, so after gratefully thanking the old woman, she scooped up water from the water tank, washed it clean and brought it close to her lips...