Little Stupid Wolf

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the petals and the people inside just disappeared into the vast night.

"Ding Dong" the black scimitar fell to the ground, awakening everyone in a trance, and then they realized that they could move freely.

Hei Hei picked up his scimitar and waved his hand. Starting from the sword, the scimitar turned into fine smoke and dissipated in the air.

"Heihei" Feng Feiyan walked up to the handsome man, "Are you alright?"

Hei Hei shook his head, just feeling a little frustrated, as long as he roared in the Demon Palace, which one of the demons would run away with their tails between their legs?But now he can't even beat a single person.

Feng Feiyan seemed to be able to understand his thoughts, and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "As long as you are fine, as for the young master, he came prepared, and you just recovered your mana, so it's normal if you can't beat him .”

Tang Yuan'er also walked over in a bumpy manner, with her little head raised, her big eyes watery, "Uncle Heihei"

Hei Hei bent down to pick up the little thing, suddenly relieved, isn't his mission to protect the Second Highness, the most important thing is that the glutinous rice balls are intact, the handsome man smiled, "As long as the Second Highness is fine."

A battle came to an end in this way, the sky has cleared, the stars are dotted with stars, and a new moon hangs in the sky.But Nangong Ao knows that this battle is just beginning, but no matter who is behind the scenes and what the purpose is, he will definitely protect his important things and people, especially... the young man looked up and looked at the coquettish girl in Hei Hei's arms Little hairball, the look of determination in his eyes is even stronger, especially this cute little thing, he will not allow anyone to hurt him.

A gust of cold wind blew past, everyone shivered, and only then did they remember to enter the house.However, seeing the wet first and second floors, several people had no choice but to go up to the third floor. These two floors are temporarily uninhabitable.

It was quiet at night, but the big bed in a guest room was not peaceful anymore.

Nangong Ao put his arms around the young man's waist, his face darkened, "Why aren't you sleeping?" Tang Yuan'er didn't know if she had slept too much, or was too excited, she rolled around on the big bed, tossing and turning like pancakes Go, the whole Nangong Ao didn't feel sleepy at all, and there was a faint sign of waking up somewhere.

Tang Yuan'er pouted and complained unhappily, "Ao, let's go back to the original room to sleep, it's so small here." Not only is the room small, but the bed is also small, he can't even roll on it, and he tends to fall if he turns over .

The corners of Nangong Ao's mouth twitched, "Who is to blame?" The house was flooded during the Chinese New Year, and the little thing is really capable.

Tang Yuan'er bowed her head guiltily, and whispered, "I didn't do it on purpose." At that time, she only wanted to eliminate the evidence, but one accidentally flooded the house, and a group of people had no choice but to huddle on the third floor.

"Hum..." Nangong Ao didn't speak, but just snorted coldly.

Tang Yuan'er was too frightened to make trouble anymore, she obediently slipped into the man's arms, and then fell asleep obediently.

When the young man in his arms was breathing evenly, Nangong Ao got up quietly, carefully tucked up the quilt corners for Tang Yuan'er, so as not to let him be blown by the wind, then approved a coat and went out.

A figure stood quietly in the corridor, as if waiting for his arrival.

At this time, everyone in the Nangong family had already fallen asleep, and only three dim wall lamps were on in the corridor.

The two came to the second floor one after the other. The carpet was still wet. When they came to the study, Nangong Ao spoke first, "What do you want from me?"

Feng Feiyan sat across from Nangong Ao, looked him up and down, and then said, "You have recovered your memory!"

Nangong Ao didn't hide anything, and nodded calmly, "Yes, but there are only a few pictures."

"Oh?" Feng Feiyan raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face, and asked curiously, "When did you remember?" He rested his chin on one hand, and put his elbow on the table, as if preparing to listen to a story.

The corner of Nangong Ao's mouth twitched, "I remember you didn't seem to gossip like this before."

Feng Feiyan spread his hands, "Who said that, I am like this, but you, the God of Destroyer, only have Luomei Jun in your eyes, so how could you notice us as a villain." It sounds like a joke no matter what.