Shark Breeding Manual

Yun Gui shook his head. Just now after Luo Weicheng left, he looked at the surface of the sea and jumped down, until he heard the battle, before he could react, he saw a person suddenly fall in front of his eyes, and the thick bloody smell instantly Spreading out in the water, he was about to throw the person on it when he saw the person's face full of disbelief.

In the pitch-black pupils was the mermaid-haired blue-haired self, who had already strangled him to death in a panic.

He was a little worried that Luo Jin would be angry, but after thinking about it, this person was here to kill them, he should be an enemy, so killing him should be fine.

Hearing Luo Jin's question, he said, "I'm fine, but who are they?"

Luo Jin frowned, the attack of the man in black just now was obviously aimed at the people in the encirclement, it felt like...

"My son said that there are assassins. You see, the evil intentions are not dead, and he almost got caught."

The little prince who had just calmed down from the danger had lingering fears on his face. Luo Jin winked at Sudan, who nodded and leaned over to comfort him:

"Don't worry, son, we will definitely protect your safety."

The little prince felt that he was humiliated by crying and howling in the assassination just now, and now, in order to save face, he put on an expression of unforgivable guilt:

"We must catch them! They even assassinated the emperor's relatives! This king wants to copy him all over the family!! Kill his nine clans!!"

Regardless of what the little prince will do after he finds the person, what makes Luo Jin strange now is that there really is an assassin.

When I heard the little prince before, I thought he was just making an excuse to get close to Yungui, but now looking at the situation, I can't treat it as if it never happened.

Sudan persuaded and comforted him for a long time before calming down the evil fire of the little prince. After returning home, he took the opportunity to ask:

"When was the first time you were assassinated?"

The little prince thought for a while: "What year do you ask?"

The sultan was speechless: "My son is often assassinated?"

The little prince had lingering fears: "A beauty is a disaster."

Su Dan thought about the young prince's provocative ability, there should indeed be many people who wanted to kill him quickly, but...

"My lord, do you think the man in black today is the same as the assassin that night?"

The little prince looked like an idiot: "How could I know this, who will tell if they are all dressed in black?"

The Sudan found helplessly that no useful information could be found on this person, and the attendant who had been by the little prince's side when he went out whispered:

"Mr. Su, this kind of thing happens often, so you don't have to worry about it."

"What's the meaning of this?"

The attendant smiled awkwardly and said:

"The prince has always liked beauties, and he often spends a lot of money, which naturally attracts the revenge of some arrogant people. If he fails once or twice, it will stop."

The Sudan was speechless when he heard the words. Although the attendant said it implicitly, the Sudan knew that this master always talked to the beauty and did not give others face. He could really attract people's hatred. Although he didn't get anything, but considering that the little prince had monopolized the title of the top card in Mingyue Pavilion before he was assassinated last time, several of them were really dissatisfied at that time and privately said that they would teach him a lesson.

Thinking that those people really seemed to be targeting him today, and there was no murderous intent in their hands, it was probably the romantic debt he incurred.

Luo Jin sighed:

"Arrange more disciples around the prince's courtyard. No matter who they are, don't let people cause trouble here. In addition, these people cooperate with each other tacitly. They should be organized. Check the recent trends of some forces in Penglian."

Sudan nodded: "Well, I know, I will make arrangements here first."

Later, Sudan went to see the young prince, but today these things happened to the itinerary he had arranged, so he had to comfort him on the face.

As soon as he entered the door, the little prince hurriedly asked:

"Well, did the murderer catch it?"

Sudan said: "The investigation is still underway. Don't worry, young master, the murderer will definitely be arrested and brought to justice."

The little prince hummed in dissatisfaction: "The murderer has not been found, how can you rest assured?"

"No, what if he comes to attack me at night while I'm sleeping? You...you sleep with me before the murderer catches you."

Sudan looked at the hand pointing at him, and was taken aback:

"I'm afraid that's inappropriate."

"Is there something inappropriate, maybe you want to disobey the king's order."

Seeing that the little prince even showed the style of a superior, Sudan couldn't help frowning, and Chang Feng who was beside him suddenly said:

"Young Master, after all, Mr. Su is a disciple of the Zongjian Sect. He has always been busy with everything, and the thief has not been caught so far. I'm afraid it would be bad to get close to others rashly."

These words meant that he didn't trust the Sudan, and the Sudan smiled lightly when he heard the words:

"Mr. Changfeng said yes."

The little prince didn't know if it was because of Sudan's performance today, he trusted Sudan so much, he didn't care at all, and said a little unreasonably:

"This king is a relative of the emperor. Your duty here is to protect my safety. Nothing is more important than my life now, you know?"

Sudan instinctively wants to refuse, he hates this kind of emotion that is out of control, which makes him feel extremely dangerous, but seeing the little prince with his little chin raised, looking domineering and unreasonable, it is hard to refuse Can't tell.

"In this case, I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obedient."

The little prince was satisfied: "Go and pack your clothes, and come right over."

After the people left, Changfeng said:

"My lord, but you don't trust Chang Feng?"

His eyes were slightly downcast, and his half-covered eyelids were a little hurt. He was with Sudan at the same time, but the young prince asked Sudan to accompany him. The young prince was worried about today's matter, so he ignored him, waved his hand and said:

"I don't suspect you, but it's safer if the Sudan is here. By the way, I'm a little hungry. Go and cook a bowl of porridge."

Just as Chang Feng was about to say more, he didn't know what to think of, so he calmed down and stopped talking.

Sudan went back to the house and packed a piece of clothes casually and came over. The little prince had just taken a shower, his hair on his forehead was wet, and the hot water was buzzing with the scent of peach blossoms.

Sudan's breath stagnated, and he calmed down and said:

"Young master, are you resting now?"

The little prince snorted, nestled on the bed, lifted the quilt and draped it over his body, holding a book in one hand, and chewing on a plate of plums in the other:

"Go and wash up."

The plum is probably a little sour, the little prince's delicate face is grinning, but he still refuses to spit it out, the shape of a round nucleus is bulging on the side of his face, it seems that he likes it very much.

The page of the book remained silent for a while, and the little prince closed his eyes half-closed, in a rare silence.

The white obscene clothes couldn't hide the young man's thin figure, and his beautiful face was even a little immature, but it was hidden under the flamboyant eyebrows on weekdays, making people ignore that he was only 17 years old.

Sudan sighed helplessly:

"My lord, do you want to chat?"

The little prince lazily raised his head and glanced at him:

"What are you talking about?"

Sudan sat over, and reached out and touched his damp hair uncontrollably:

"Is the son afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm just taking precautions."

The sultan saw him trying to maintain his composure and did not expose him.

Seeing the little prince grabbing the quilt and wrapping it tighter, he asked:

"Cold?"

The little prince nodded: "Why is it suddenly so cold these two days, you close the window."

"Well, the temperature difference is indeed quite large along the coast of Penglian. Shall I go and get a quilt?"

"Go, go."

"Well, wait a moment, son."

As soon as Sudan went out, he saw Changfeng standing outside the door holding a bowl of porridge and watching from a distance.

Sudan changed his pace and walked towards him. Only then did the visitor notice that he turned around and seemed to want to leave, but in the end he still didn't leave and stood where he was.

"It's so late, why don't you go to rest?"

Chang Feng said: "My lord is hungry, let me cook some porridge."

Sudan said: "Well, okay, then I'll go wash up first, you can do whatever you want."

Chang Feng embraced him and said suddenly:

"Mr. Su, do you still remember the story about the demigod that you told me that day?"

Sudan didn't know why, so he nodded and said:

"remember."

Chang Feng asked irrelevantly:

"Why didn't you want to see the past life mirror that day?"