Chapter 1597 The Little Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (79)

Burn, burn, burn out.

Damn, this red line not only makes it impossible to walk well.

The side missions are all stuck because of the existence of the red thread.

Insufficient memory.

If you don't break this thing, you will cut Gogou a hundred times in the future.

Is it still alive?

By the way, what did the host do to gain fifty-five favorability points?

The system was distracted and thought about it, sell yourself?

Alas, the host has fallen.

That girl who was so pure back then, who even had to care about how much favorability she sold for her first kiss

Now...it doesn't seem to be any different from before.

After all, after selling, she still cares about how much favorability she has.

So its host is really pure and pure from beginning to end.

After the system teases, continue to burn the red line.

Back to reality, it risked being punished and burned that fortune teller.

What the hell material is made, so tough.

As the night passed, the morning light fell into the house.

Ning Jiumo opened his eyes, his arms were filled with soft warmth, he lowered his head and Bai Weiwei curled up in his arms.

His eyes softened a little, and he slowly reached out to stroke her cheek.

He didn't really care about her at all.

But he can trust her.

Because she is the most unpursued person in this palace.

Those who have no pursuit will not be polluted.

Ning Jiumo got up slowly and covered her with the quilt.

He put on the stone blue uniform for himself, and tied his hair with a jade crown.

The movements are standard and smooth.

How long has it been, such a daily and natural process.

He hadn't experienced it for many years.

Ning Jiumo remembered the time when he was the prince, it was a gorgeous and beautiful day.

Power in hand, sweet as hell.

Ning Jiumo took out the medicine to suppress the poison, he opened the bottle and poured out one.

Gululu rolled the red pill in the center of his white palm.

He looked at it coldly, then put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

A eunuch already said respectfully outside the door: "Your Highness, Your Majesty announces your audience."

Ning Jiumo curled his lips coldly, and his voice became timid and frightened, "I, I know."

It sounds like trying to stay calm, but when others hear it, they will know it.

He is still that fool's King Ning.

Ning Jiumo stood up, he was just about to go out.

Suddenly, a questioning voice came from behind, "Your Highness?"

Ning Jiumo paused, but he didn't look back.

Bai Weiwei's voice seemed to tremble, "Was it him yesterday?"

She thought he was that fool last night.

So when he hugged her, she didn't resist, she even took the initiative.

Sweet to the bone, even more fascinating than power.

There are so many foolish kings in history, not without reason.

Ning Jiumo's breathing stagnated for a while, before he finally gritted his teeth and said, "It's your idiot, I don't care for women like you, and I always look at you when I see you."

Behind her, her breathing was soft and panting.

is the joy of relaxation.

Ning Jiumo snorted coldly, "You'd better hope that I can succeed in taking the position. If that fool wakes up, remember to let him pretend to be me."

After finishing speaking, he didn't even look at her, and hurriedly walked towards the door as if he was afraid of being shaken.

He just stepped out of the threshold.

Bai Weiwei's voice sounded behind her.

"Your Highness, everything is going well."

Such a rustic and useless way of encouragement, when he was a three-year-old child?

Ning Jiumo couldn't help but glance back, only to see Bai Weiwei with her long hair hanging behind her, sitting on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, showing a pink face with a pure smile.