MTL - My Wife Why is She So Cute-Chapter 93

After reading everything, Luo Ranfeng's eyes were moist, and she stared blankly at Yan Chuyu, who looked so fragile and lonely under the moonlight.

How much can she bear alone?

At this moment, the Holy King is quietly looking at the full moon, her simple thoughts are so easy to read.

Every thought is related to Song Nianying.

——What is Nian Nian doing?

——Did you secretly drink something cold again?

——At this time, is she thinking of me, or her sister?

…

What kind of relationship is it that can go through thousands of years and still be like this first love?

When Shenying named herself in the first place, she used the characters Nian and Ying. Everyone in the world remembered that she was Shenying, the word "Ying", but only Yan Chuyu, she used the word "Nian" forever. Branded in the bottom of my heart.

Luo Ranfeng really wanted to tell Song Nianying everything she had read, but she has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and knows that many things in this world cannot just be smeared and poured out, otherwise the follow-up may bring a lot of unexpected harm with the result.

next morning.

The Holy King immediately appeared at Song Nianying's door.

Luo Ranfeng was smiling all the time. On the way, she read about the little temper of the Seventh Princess, and she really thought it was very cute.

Who doesn't know the race, the holy king is indifferent to fame and fortune, and doesn't care about everything, but just now, when they were walking side by side, Yan Chuyuju secretly challenged her to compete with her.

Before that, Hua Bairou and Zuo Die wanted to follow, but they were all rejected by the Holy King.

Now that the vampire clan is in turmoil, as kings and great guardians, they are no longer as casual as they were at first.

The responsibility lies with them, and they can't let their temper do it.

When the Holy King reprimanded his subordinates, he was serious and serious, saying that Hua Bairou and Zuo Die couldn't even raise their heads, and they drooped their heads pitifully.

But Luo Ranfeng read her mind.

Part of the reason why the Holy King refused to let them go was related to the turmoil in Shura City.

But a bigger part... This little cutie wants to monopolize Song Nianying, and doesn't want too many light bulbs.

Song Nianying came out wearing a light pink windbreaker, carrying a suitcase in her hand, her long hair was coiled up, she put on delicate makeup, her flaming red lips were charming and enchanting.

Looking at those bright red lips, Yan Chuyu's heart beat faster, she staggered her eyes in a panic, and subconsciously looked back at herself.

——Don't show your horns and tail, don't let outsiders see it.

Luo Ranfeng tried her best to hold it back, if it wasn't for fear of losing face to the Holy King, she would really have burst out laughing.

Song Nianying came over, took Yan Chuyu's hand naturally, and shook it with a smile: "Why are you still wearing a blue shirt?"

This silly vampire has been wearing a blue shirt just because of her love at the beginning.

They were going to the most bitterly cold place in the west. Although vampires were not afraid of the cold, they couldn't wear so little.

"I bought you a blue windbreaker, and I'll show it to you on the plane."

Song Nianying looked at Yan Chuyu for a while, and frowned slightly, but after not seeing her for a day, her breath was not as strong as yesterday.

The Holy King turned his head and said indifferently, "I don't need to wear it."

Vampires are not afraid of the cold.

She said so, but Luo Ranfeng clearly read her heart.

——I really want to take a look now.

Blue windbreaker... Is it a couple's windbreaker with her?

Nian Nian really cares about me the most.

…

The few of them planned to take a plane to the southernmost area first, and then rush away together.

On the way, Luo Ranfeng told them all about Yunrou, "Although she is just an ordinary fairy who was tricked into descending to the mortal world, her fairy spirit still kept her, and her soul lingered."

"But that soul is too weak. You can only see her outline in the snowy season."

"I have tried many methods to gather her breath, but none of them worked."

"And in this world, there is no one related to her except me... I once wanted to gather her with my own breath, but it didn't work."

Luo Ranfeng's eyes were filled with sadness, and the Holy King asked her, "Aren't you her lover? Why not?"

Luo Ranfeng remained silent.

Song Nianying stroked Yan Chuyu's hair from the side, and said with a smile, "Sister and the others are very pure, so that's not acceptable."

There is no harmony between milk and water, and there are very few kisses, which are not enough to infect too much of each other's breath.

Luo Ranfeng nodded silently, and the Holy King turned his head calmly, pretending to look at the clouds outside the window, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

——It turns out that this sister is so useless, she has never kissed her lover a few times.

In this regard, I must be better than her.

Luo Ranfeng: ...

Back then, Luo Ranfeng thought that if she hadn't rejected the evil **** so quickly and stayed with her for a while, maybe she could have managed to leave more of Yun Rou's aura and gather her body together again.

In Chinese myths and stories, Nezha once died and was resurrected with lotus roots.

Luo Ranfeng is the first ancestor. Although she is not as proficient in witchcraft as the ancient **** king, her mother has relevant experience, and she knows a lot about it.

The important problem lies with Yunrou.

The breath she left behind was really too little.

She has been trapped under the iron chain of icicles all year round, and only drinks the water from the melting ice and snow.

If it wasn't for this reason, her wisp of soul wouldn't even be able to survive in the ice and snow.

Luo Ranfeng asked Song Nianying for help this time because she thought that gods could create everything in the world, and maybe gods and shadows could too.

She hesitated. She knew better than anyone what Song Nianying had gone through. If she wanted to save her, she would definitely pay a lot.

But she... really used many methods, and she was desperate.

If Yunrou can be resurrected, she will repay Song Nianying as much as she does in the future.

Song Nianying listened and pondered, "I only know that my flesh and blood can save people, but I have never shaped a human body."

She thought about it, and took out the untitled one from the suitcase, which was a book about vampires that she asked for from Song Ruxi.

Inside, although most of them are related to vampires, the Dragon King also left a lot of related spells for his daughter.

See if there is anything useful.

Luo Ranfeng saw the book and moved over to read it with Song Nianying.

Looking at the two heads that were so close together, the Holy King was silent beside him.

The two of them searched page by page, but after reading all of them, they couldn't find any related spells, but there was a part of soul-calling skills, calling the dead souls to their side.

At the end of the investigation, the two of them both sighed. Luo Ranfeng was feeling lost when his eyes suddenly fell on Yan Chuyu.

The Holy King looked indifferent, as if he didn't care at all.

Luo Ranfeng grabbed her hand excitedly: "Chu Yu, is what you think true?"

In fact, the Holy King didn't know how to do it, but when he heard what Luo Ranfeng said, he got an idea.

The dragon family is good at water art, and her father has been studying related art for many years, and has done research.

The Seventh Princess was not interested in these at all, so she didn't dabble much, but there was a technique that was deeply imprinted in Yan Chuyu's mind. Just now, a sentence flashed by very quickly in her mind.

However, the holy king who lost his memory didn't know why this sentence came from.

——I want to marry her, and I want to have a daughter with her with the dew of heaven and earth.

Luo Ranfeng could read it, but Song Nianying didn't know why, so she looked at Yan Chuyu: "You know why you didn't say it?"

Shengwang said indifferently: "I see that your heads are put together, you are so close, and you are chatting so happily, you don't want to disturb so much."

Song Nianying: ...

Luo Ranfeng: ...

How considerate.

——Give birth to a daughter with dew from heaven and earth.

In this case, Yan Chuyu couldn't say it out, and she was even full of doubts, with whom did she want to have a daughter with the dew of heaven and earth?

Secretly, the Holy King glanced at Song Nianying, and Song Nianying urged: "Tell me, what did you think?"

…

When she got off the plane, the Holy King didn't say anything, Luo Ranfeng, as the ancestor, still had this insight, she smiled and didn't reveal it, looked at Song Nianying and explained: "The Dragon Clan has a way to create a new life with the dew from the sky and the earth. "

It's just that how to proceed in this way still needs detailed steps.

The Holy King's memory hasn't fully recovered yet, but Yun Rou can't wait that long.

After getting off the plane and going to the hotel for a simple rest, Luo Ranfeng looked at Song Nianying: "Right now, the best way is to ask the Dragon Clan."

The Holy King stood aside and said nothing.

Niannian and Luo Ranfeng always have an indescribable sense of familiarity and tacit understanding.

Song Nianying looked up at the Holy King, she smiled: "There is a way to summon, but sister, you have to avoid it."

Some kind of restricted-rated images began to play in Song Nianying's mind like a movie.

They all looked like Yan Chuyu.

The veil skirt that was pushed aside, the apron scattered on the ground, the blurred eyes, and the fingertips that turned white from the force.

Even though the first ancestor was well-informed, she was caught off guard by such a sweet message, and Luo Ranfeng blushed and left.

The door was shut heavily.

Song Nianying stared at Yan Chuyu for a while with a half-smile, then she got up and walked towards her slowly on her high heels.

"Boom boom boom".

The crisp sound of high heels is connected with the heartbeat of the Holy King.

The Holy King tried his best not to show his panic. As Song Nianying approached, she smelled the tempting breath of blood again.

The Leng Yuezhu in her body instinctively wanted to be close to warmth, which made the Holy King arouse a desire that he had never had before.

I want to bite her, take a sip, even a sip of blood...

"I warn you, don't get too close."

The Holy King leaned back and stared at Song Nianying sternly. Song Nianying looked at her with a smile, put one arm around her slender waist, pulled her towards him, and said softly, as if coaxing a child: "I told you all about it." , my sister is an old friend, why are you still angry?"

The Holy King remained silent, she wanted to ask Song Nianying why she had so many sisters.

Song Nianying moved her hand up slowly, feeling Yan Chuyu's violent heartbeat, she rubbed her eyes and said in a nasal voice, "Help her, okay?"

A spoiled woman is the best life.

The Holy King's legs were a little weak, she bit her lip, restrained and showed indifference: "How can I summon the Dragon Clan?"

Why not?

Song Nianying put her head on her neck, curled a strand of Sheng Wang's long hair with her fingers, and drew circles on her collarbone, "As long as you agree."

Her fingertips seemed to be carrying a ball of fire, instantly igniting the Holy King, causing her to lose her helmet and armor, and her defenses completely collapsed.

Yan Chuyu's whole body tensed up, as if she was being tortured. She wanted to end it quickly, but she didn't want Song Nianying to take her hand away. Mao Dun was struggling, and she said with restraint, "I... agree."

It's easy to promise.

Song Nianying smiled and nodded her toes. She wrapped her hands around the neck of the Holy King and kissed him tenderly.

This is the kiss I have been waiting for for a long time.

It seems like centuries.

Song Nianying used her tenderness to talk about love and lingering, the holy king's pretty face flushed, and his body was limp and weak, leaning against Song Nianying's body as if his strength had been drained.

According to ethnic records, for the vampire family, the temptation of blood is the most irresistible.

But at this moment, the hot body of the Holy King announced to her that the desire in his body did not come entirely from blood.

No... no!

"Bang bang bang."

As the Holy King pushed Song Nianying away in panic, blushing and panting heavily, Song Nianying's eyes burst into a sweet smile, and it was done.

She bent down, looked at the lovely dragon tail behind the Holy King, and touched it gently with her hand.

That moment, that moment.

The Holy King's body trembled violently, unable to control the broken voice in his mouth.

Song Nianying looked at the cutest Longwei in her memory at that moment, and was very excited, but now time is urgent, she can't be disturbed by emotions.

She gently touched the dragon's tail, curled her fingers, and tapped three times on the shiny dragon scale.

Holy King: ...

Seeing that there was no response, Song Nianying tapped lightly three more times, her red lips parted slightly, as if calling for something, "Come on, little thirteen."

Holy King: ...

Following a burst of purple mist, Princess Long Shisan appeared in front of them in an instant. She should be busy attending some formal occasion. She was wearing a long dress that dragged the floor with a strong aura. Her eyes were full of tears. He looked at Yan Chuyu happily, "Sister!!"

Her sister Longwei recovered, right?

Different from the thirteenth princess's excitement, the holy king's face was as cold as ice skates. She looked at Long Shisan with a sullen face, her eyes were full of anger. The thirteenth princess was frightened by her sister's eyes, and she backed away. One step, tears were hanging on the cheeks, not daring to fall.

The Holy King once heard the saying that there are tool people in the world.

So... Madam didn't really want to kiss her just now.

Xiao Jiaojiao was sad.

Xiao Jiaojiao was sad.