Quick time travel: Heihua Jiaojiao always wants to abduct me

Ke Lie rubbed his knees and stood up, crossed his arms and looked at Mo Xiaolin: "You can go."

There was still water on Mo Xiaolin's black robe, he didn't care, but looked at Ke Lie: "Is this the emperor's reaction?"

Ke Lie looked at him defiantly: "Otherwise, how should I react?"

Mo Xiaolin stared at him, seeing his reddish ear tips, he smiled and stood up: "Okay."

"Then the king will go back first, the emperor thinks about it carefully."

Ke Lie: "Thought it clearly, the prince abused me so much before, it turned out to be the prince's favorite, tsk tsk tsk, it's really rare."

Mo Xiaolin: "..."

He didn't abuse him much, did he? !

Let him practice martial arts, he is an emperor, and if he has no martial arts, he must not be manipulated by others?

Let him study, govern the country and the world, literary talent and wisdom are very important!

He's just a little stricter.

Because he used to come here like this.

As for the abuse...

The last time he went to the brothel was because Ke Lie was still stubborn with him after he was caught.

Those people were deliberately arranged to harm him. Where did he learn what he taught him?

A man with his arms around a woman still provokes him!

Shouldn't this be hung up by him to bask in the sun?

He was so angry at the time, and he felt distressed and helpless afterwards.

And what about him?

Like a normal person, but also accept other people's fox——

If he didn't crush the fox to death, he would feel uncomfortable!

Are these abusing him?He had never really wanted his life unreasonably, and was willing to hurt him at all!

Mo Xiaolin stared at him: "Your Majesty, think carefully, don't do anything to make me angry, otherwise..."

"Are you still threatening me?" Ke Lie looked at him mockingly.

But he thought about it for a moment, his appearance... really seems to be favored and proud.

Mo Xiaolin pursed her thin lips slightly: "This is not a threat, this is a request."

Ke Lie was very surprised, his heart was pounding, he didn't expect him to...

No no no!

I can't just be attacked by him like this.

He is going to attack!

"Ahem, that's all right, you can go now, I still have something to do."

Mo Xiaolin didn't refute him anymore, he raised his legs and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Ke Lie looked at his back, but he didn't expect him to suddenly turn his head to meet his gaze.

Ke Lie quickly pretended not to look at him, with a relaxed look on his face.

The corners of Mo Xiaolin's mouth slightly raised, and he left the hall.

Ke Lie confirmed that he was really gone, and then he relaxed. He went to the study and sat down: "He actually likes me..."

"I like the former Ke Lie, right?"

"After all, they were bamboo horses when they were young."

"Um……"

[484 Sa: Host!I took a closer look at the rules just now and found two problems. 】

Ke Lie lay on the table and gave a weak hum.

[484 Sa: Do you remember the tasks you did 70 years ago? I checked, and one of them is this world.So, you were on the restoration plane before, and now you are the restoration person...]

[484 Sa: So it's not about becoming a hero at all, but about self-growth and influence to destroy the peace of the plane. 】

Ke Lie had a question mark on his face, he couldn't remember what happened 70 years ago.

[484 Sa: So, you are Ke Lie, and Ke Lie is also you, but the difference between you 70 years ago and you 70 years later.Well, it's like you, a soul, became uniquely you here, and you are whole now. 】

Ke Lie was enlightened, and he sat up straight: "So, I'm the one Mo Xiaolin likes..."

[484 (scratching head): The point is not this, the point is our task, which is to kill those who stop us from growing up, and then influence the villain, not to fall in love...]

Ke Lie stared out the window: "As expected of you, your charm has always been great."

【484 Sa:...】

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I'm going to write another book, it seems that there is no future for this type of writing, alas.