The old man lost his memory again

But An Qihe is not a human, he is a beast.Every time Qinshou sees the little wife, the brain of about 7.6 million terabytes is running at a speed higher than 200 yards.

Roughly speaking, there should be 5 G's "The Domineering President Jiao Wang Ye".

But if animals want to walk freely in the world, they still have to do some superficial work.

An Qihe is a popular president in modern times, and his appearance is not bad, but here he is an assassin who doesn't know the details. Innocent, he has a considerable property to support him for a lifetime.

An Qihe sighed with a wry smile, he didn't expect that something that he never considered before would become the direction of his efforts now.

The little prince didn't know what he was thinking.

The next day, they sent someone to make an easy-to-move wheelchair for An Qihe.

After sitting in a wheelchair, An Qihe's mobility became much more convenient. The little prince was still happy every day, pondering over the few story books in the room, and followed An Qihe from time to time to watch him make some desserts, completely looking like a child. A comfortable and beautiful appearance.

In the past few days of getting along, the little prince has basically stopped guarding An Qihe. After listening to him talk about his own background, he would pull An Qihe to talk more about "modern" things before going to bed from time to time.

After finally coaxing him to sleep, An Qihe closed the door, recalling the way the young prince looked at An Qihe with adoring eyes just now, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Before going to bed, I was thinking about talking to the little prince about buying a store outside to start a small business tomorrow, but before dawn, An Qihe heard a loud "crash", and a vase came from the room of the little prince. The sound of crackling.

The little prince immediately opened his eyes, and when he turned his head, he saw two tall and strong men in black clothes and hats rushing in from the window.

The vase was usually placed next to the little prince's bed. Tonight, because he heard An Qihe say that plants need to respire at night, he specially put it on the window to let it breathe properly.

Unexpectedly, when the man in black pushed it, the vase was smashed to pieces.

The man in black was also dumbfounded.

They looked at each other as if accusing each other with their eyes.

The little prince shivered and curled up in the corner, just about to try to call for help, when he heard the half-covered door being kicked open, An Qihe rushed in from the door like a swift cheetah, without making any stop or talk. Inquire directly into the two who broke in late at night.

Before the visitor could respond, An Qihe kicked him against the wall.

Seeing this, the man in black immediately pulled out the long sword from his waist and swung it towards An Qihe.

An Qihe dodged the attack, and the blade narrowly brushed against his hair.

The little prince screamed in fright: "An Qihe..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "click", and the hand that the man in black swung out was dislocated, and before everyone present could see clearly, even before the man in black understood, he was thrown An Qihe fell down, his cheeks were on the ground, the back of his neck was stepped on, and his whole body "bang" lay on the ground.

Everyone was taken aback.

"Don't move!" An Qihe exerted some force, immobilizing the man in black who was trying to get up, and turned his gaze to the other man in black, "If I try harder, his neck will be broken .”

The man in black quickly stopped his movements and stared at him closely.

An Qihe said: "My lord, come here first."

The little prince sat on the bed and stared dumbfounded.

He didn't expect An Qihe to be so powerful, and his terrified expression instantly relaxed.

As if he had someone to support him, he glanced at the intruder who was lying on the ground with disdain, then straightened his back and quickly slipped behind An Qihe.

An Qihe doesn't know martial arts.

He really won't.

He doesn't know anything like left hook, right hook, swinging sword, kicking legs and flying into the sky.

The basic theory only stays in theory, stepping on the back of the right instep with the left foot, as long as the speed is fast enough, you can go to the sky, at this level.

However, an indescribably strong internal force flowed in his veins, protecting the little prince behind him firmly.

The little prince hid behind him, his eyes staring straight.

A sense of security swept over me like sea water.

My heart was full as if it was about to overflow.

And the man in black on the wall never expected that the little prince's bodyguards would be so agile, he rushed up, raised his fist again and went straight to An Qihe.

An Qihe dodges quickly, exerts force accurately, and when the man in black is about to approach, he turns around and kicks his head.

At the moment the man in black fell down, he added another hook kick.

The man in black was instantly rubbed against the wall, unable to get up.

At this moment, No. [-] man in black, who was still lying on the ground, jumped up suddenly, and stretched out his hand to lock the young prince's neck.

The little prince was startled, and quickly called An Qihe.

An Qihe became anxious when he saw it. Just as he was about to rush up to snatch the person, he saw that the opponent took a fragment of a vase and pointed it at the young prince's neck.

Man in Black No. [-] said to An Qihe in a hoarse voice: "Get out of the way!"

An Qihe stopped his movements, not daring to act rashly.

The man dragged the little prince to the window, and the man in black No. [-] struggled to get up from the ground, and immediately jumped out of the window.

Only then did the man in black No. [-] push the little prince forward, and jumped out of the window decisively.

The window was still full of debris caused by the man in black jumping in, An Qihe Wuxia took care of the two fleeing, and strode forward to quickly catch the little prince.

But the little prince was so frightened that his legs went limp, let alone pushing away.

He felt as if he had lost his bones and couldn't hold on for a second, An Qihe hurried to catch him by the collar with great difficulty.

But the little prince was still unavoidable, and sat down on the debris.

"Ah!!!!" The little prince screamed, unable to speak out the pain, and the tears hung down his chin like pearls with a broken string.

An Qihe trembled with distress, quickly picked him up, and put him on the bed: "I'll call the doctor."

The little prince wrinkled his nose and eyes in pain, but he could still spare some energy to care about his face.

Pulling the hem of his clothes tightly and shaking his head: "No, no, no! I hurt...I hurt my butt!"

"It hurts...it hurts the butt!"

The little prince sniffed and cried with a whimper, but still insisted on gritting his teeth and said.

An Qihe couldn't do anything about it, so he asked people to lie down, lit candles, and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

The little prince turned his head to look at the little blood oozing from his obscene pants, and couldn't help crying again.

An Qihe comforted him: "My lord, I'll go get the medicine, you can bear it a little longer, huh?"

The little prince had an expression of trusting his family and life: "Hurry up, hurry up..."

An Qihe left the little prince and walked out of the room, stayed at the door for a while, did not hear the little prince crying in fear, and then went outside.

He first asked the other guards about the man in black, and they said that one of the more seriously injured ones had been captured, and the other one was run away by him.

So he felt relieved, and asked someone to go to the doctor to get the medicine, and went to get the wooden tweezers and medicinal wine by himself, and went back to the room.

As soon as he returned to the room, he saw the little prince's whole face buried in the quilt, only his buttocks were exposed, and he heard a tragic voice say: "You...you come!"

An Qihe carefully took off his obscene pants, and sterilized the wooden tweezers.

He put his hands on the young prince's plump buttocks to prevent the young prince from moving around in pain.

Originally, he had no distractions, but the cool and soft touch under his palm still made his heart beat faster, his eyes moved to the side unnaturally, and it took a few seconds for them to move back to their original positions.

The little prince groaned and chirped in pain, only feeling his butt burning.

It wasn't until I touched the coldness of the tweezers that I yelled a few times in fear: "Take it lightly!"

"Woo...it hurts! An Qihe, take it easy!"

"Ahhh, An Qihe, I'm afraid, I'm afraid! You lighten up!"

An Qihe's veins bulged when he called him, his palms tightened, and his voice was no longer as calm as before: "My lord, I haven't done anything yet!"

The little prince turned his head to look with tears in his eyes, and moaned aggrievedly: "Then, then you should be gentle."

Finally, after thinking about it, I seriously added a sentence: "This king is afraid of pain."

An Qihe took a deep breath.

With difficulty, she turned away from the rainy face of Pear Blossom, who seemed to have been bullied cruelly, holding back the fire in her stomach, relaxed the strength of her hands a little, and softened her tone: "Bite the pillow, don't make a sound."

The little prince was even more aggrieved, curled his lips and complained: "This prince is so pitiful and you still talk like that, are you human?"

"No."

"........."

The little prince felt aggrieved, and weighed in his heart the pain of kicking people away and the pain on his buttocks.

Then he resignedly bit the pillow, waiting for An Qihe to take out the pieces with tweezers.

An Qihe felt the trembling soft flesh under his palm, and finally took the ointment he just got from the handmaid from the side, and spread it around the wound.

After pausing for a moment, he picked up the tweezers and took out all the pieces with lightning speed.

The little prince trembled all over, and the cry that had been brewing for several hours stopped as soon as he uttered a syllable.

Hey, why didn't it hurt as much as I thought?

The little prince was trembling, turned his head to look at his butt exposed to the air, and asked with a red face, "You, have you finished taking it?"

"Lie on your stomach, you still need to apply medicine." An Qihe put the tweezers aside, just at this moment, the voice of a servant came, saying that the medicine was brought.

An Qihe fetched the medicine and rubbed it on the young prince.

The strength was neither light nor heavy, like a massage, which relieved the pain of the wound to a great extent.

The little prince was humming while being served, and he was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

Seeing that he was about to rest, An Qihe put all his things on the table, and just as he was about to go out, he heard the little prince's panic-stricken shout: "Don't go, don't go!"

An Qihe stopped in his tracks: "What orders does the lord have?"

"That..." The little prince wiped his tears, poked his head out from under the quilt, and looked at the door in embarrassment, "An Qihe, I remember you slept in a firewood room, right?"

An Qihe didn't know, so he said, "That's right."

"The firewood house is dirty and unfit for people to live in."

An Qihe thought, you rolled on my bed not long ago.

The little prince's eyes flickered, and he looked around in a tangled dodge. After a while, White Teeth let go of his tightly biting thin lips, struggling to maintain his dignity as a prince: "Just now you saved this prince again. king……"

An Qihe waved his hand generously: "I'm your personal bodyguard, I should do these things!"

As soon as the words were finished, the little prince rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth: "This king thinks you have meritorious service in guarding, so I promise you that you don't have to live in the firewood house anymore, and sleep with this king!"

An Qihe was slightly taken aback.

After the little prince finished speaking loudly, he was also stunned for a moment, then he reacted, his face exploded into a red apple, and he quickly jumped into the quilt like a fish in water.

In the silent room, An Qihe stood there in a daze, looking at the swollen lump on the bed, raised his hand to touch the red tips of his ears for a while.

Laughing heart rippling.