[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

An Zixuan felt that hand tightly grasping her shoulder like a pincer, as if it wanted to penetrate her lute bone, so strong that she couldn't take a step forward, one can imagine if it was her neck that was pinched by this hand , I'm afraid she's already decapitated by now.

Being held in the palm of someone's hand like a rat, An Zixuan's whole body was stiff, and she didn't dare to take a breath, fearing that if she moved, she would die, so she had to stand where she was, praying that this guy would take the things and leave as soon as possible.

"Wh...what?"

"mask."

The voice behind him continued to be air-conditioned without asking for money.

mask?

mask!

It's the fourth prince!

An Zixuan trembles when she thinks of this name. She was on the verge of life and death that night, and she still feels scared when she thinks about it. Now that the god of death is standing behind her again, her heart is open and her life is controlled by others. She is so unlucky that she can't even drink water. Gap between teeth.

But where did she throw the mask?

An Zixuan racked her brains to recall what she did when she came back that day. She even remembered a few words of Cui Zhimeng who hadn't shown her face a few times in the past few days, but she couldn't remember what she had ripped off. Where did the mask go.

"I don't know." An Zixuan replied tremblingly, "Maybe it was lost?"

That day she was dragged out from behind the bookcase by the tenth prince, and then fell asleep with a complicated mood. Could it be that she left the mask halfway?This is not possible.

There was no sound behind him for a long time, but judging from the strength on his shoulders, the man was probably angry.

Damn it hurts!

Just when An Zixuan made up her mind to fight this guy to the death no matter what, the hand on her shoulder suddenly loosened.

Killing God put down the butcher knife?

An Zixuan ran away without even thinking about it. Before she could take a step, she was grabbed by the shoulder again.

But this time the strength was obviously not as strong as last time, but An Zixuan who was pinched by someone still did not dare to move. Now she has no backpack, no flashlight, and no self-defense guy. depressed.

But obviously she was no longer in a depressed mood, because she saw from the shadow cast on the wall that the person behind her was reaching out to her chest!

"Foot... hooligan!"

An Zixuan blurted out without thinking, and Cui Zhimeng, who had just woken up and was climbing to observe the stars, stepped on the air and fell, just in time to see the scene in front of her.

"The fourth prince..."

Cui Zhimeng didn't care about the cracked stairs, and watched Wang Zhao's targeted hand take out a mask that was crushed in two from An Zixuan's arms with wide eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while...

An Zixuan rubbed her sore shoulder, hehehe smiled and walked away.

Wang Zhao held the mask in his hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, put it in his arms for a long time, picked up the burden on the ground, and glanced at An Zixuan who was hiding in the corner with the mice: "Your map is just a map. The tip of the iceberg of the palace, there is no way to escape."

After saying that, she twitched her lips and let out a cold snort, and continued to go upstairs, leaving An Zixuan holding her topographic map in place.

"Hey fourth prince!"

Cui Zhimeng rushed to catch up: "What are you doing? You can't live in the magnificent room of the Prince's Mansion, but you want to squeeze this place with me!"

what?

An Zixuan, who was still analyzing her escape plan from the palace just now, was not thorough enough, and decided to hang out with the old master for a while, suddenly turned her head.

The fourth prince wants to live in Zhanxingtai!

Living under the same roof as this devil?

Another bolt from the blue.

An Zixuan ran up the stairs, dumbfounded.

The devil was resting his hands behind his head, with his legs crossed, lying leisurely on her bed, watching the night view outside the window, and the burden he brought up was being thrown beside the pillow, as if the doves were occupying the magpie's nest.

"This is my space, it's mine!"

Cui Zhimeng hopped to tell Wang Zhao that he was dissatisfied with the occupation of his personal space, and in return Wang Zhao gave him a sharp look: "Do you mean that in His Royal Highness's palace, there are things that belong to you?"

"That...that's not it."

One sentence made Cui Zhimeng, who was walking sideways just now, stupefied, but the hatred in An Zixuan's heart, this old magic stick is also a servant of orders, the old emperor's confidant, how could he be frightened into such a virtue by a young prince ?

What's wrong with protecting your legal rights?Straightforward!

However, what Wang Zhao said next blew An Zixuan's hair off again.

"But don't worry, I won't sleep in your bed."

Yes, yes, you don't sleep on Cui Zhimeng's bed, but aren't you already lying on my bed?

"you……"

An Zixuan took a step back and calmed down the feeling of wanting to go crazy. She felt that she still couldn't be straightforward. After all, if someone hit the explosive point in the force value report, her evasion skills were insufficient, and her blood recovery skills were zero, so she would definitely die. Or... …still……

An Zixuan was scared...

However, the form cannot be flinched anymore, because a word she blurted out has already attracted the devil's attention...

"Anything else?"

Seeing An Zixuan standing in front of him like a tree, Wang Zhao was obviously very surprised. An Zixuan was also very disturbed by the attention of the devil. An Zixuan cleared her throat and squeezed her neck: "Hey, this is my bed!"

"Oh, I know."

Wang Zhao didn't even roll his eyes at her, and continued admiring the moonlight outside the window.

"If you know, go somewhere else, snatch a bed with a woman, and be so unrespectable as a prince?" An Zixuan was speechless. Is the devil so thick-skinned?

"Are you a woman?"

This time Wang Zhao gave her a supercilious look: "Your kick kept me from getting out of bed all day, is this the strength a woman can have?"

"It was you who wanted to kill me first." When An Zixuan mentioned that day, she became furious: "I was acting in self-defense, and you deserve to be kicked and crippled."

"Yes, yes." Wang Zhao burst out laughing, "So the young lady who kicked out the prince can use her own bed as compensation. Is there any objection?"

This sentence has a deep meaning, the lady who kicked the prince, kicked the prince, is he a waste?

Feeling that the people around him had been silent for a long time, Wang Zhao looked back and found that An Zixuan was paying attention to him with a sympathetic look, and suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"Hey, you..."

"You don't need to say it!" An Zixuan interrupted him quickly, rubbing her forehead with her hand, shaking her head and sighing: "Although you said you wanted to kill me first, but you really did it because of me for the rest of my life. Ren, Boren died because of me, I also want to make up for it, forget it, I have a lot of adults, so I will give you this bed."

After that, he turned around at a 45-degree angle and looked up at the sky: "Don't thank me, I know I'm too soft-hearted."

"Hey, I'm not..."

"Okay, I don't need to explain." An Zixuan shook her head again and interrupted, pretending to be deep. As a man, face is the most important thing. I must have slipped my mouth by accident just now. Now I react and want to make up for it. I understand.

Wang Zhao helplessly looked at An Zixuan with the expression that you don't need to say anything, I understand very well, and opened his mouth anyway.

"From my room in the Prince's Mansion, I cannot see the sky."

An Zixuan's footsteps stopped abruptly.

"You can't see the stars that only rise in Goryeo."

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I'm here to update, does anyone not appreciate Gu Fang?How about it, if it's good, I'll follow it up too, not for the actors, but for the lines of the plot, it won't be that kind of brain-dead drama again, right?