Go Through My Demon Host

Chapter 4109: Respect freedom (1)

Chapter 4109 Respect freedom (1)

Ranshiro went down the mountain alone, and it was very late when he returned to the palace.

Blood Soul stood not far away, welcoming her back.

"Your Highness."

"Ok."

"he died."

Blood Soul said calmly: "Just now, I have already swallowed my breath."

He knows who he is.

"Buried, don't need to mention the funeral." Ranbai's tone was indifferent, and he didn't have the interest to torture people with ashes, and walked towards the attic.

Blood Soul said yes.

Legg is dead, no one will care about him except his little daughter, who has been petted since childhood, who will mourn for him, keep filial piety, and wear plain clothes.

You said that when he was born, he brought nothing, and when he died, he took nothing.

Come to the world, empty.

Some people will be remembered by luck, and some people will gradually be forgotten.

And since then, there is no Legge in the world.

No more is actually a very cruel word. If it is gone, it is really gone. No matter how hard you try to catch it, no matter how hard you try, you will never come back.

Phoenix swayed from nowhere. When he was a phoenix, he was bright and beautiful, with delicate feathers. When he was a human, he liked red clothes, but he couldn't be dazzling. The blood soul often disliked him that he should not be a phoenix, but a flower peacock.

He hated Legg even more, and he touched the feather he had hidden: "What do you say to Your Highness about this? It smeared His Highness's ears for no reason."

"Your Highness always needs to know who is like you." Blood Soul sneered coldly.

"Courtesy of death? I'm addicted to stepping on me, right?"

There are still a lot of things about the blood clan. The blood soul has to help the dyeing and whitening. I am not in the mood to make trouble with a flower peacock.

"I still have a name, don't you want to call me a peacock or a blood demon?" Ying Yi laughed.

"What are you fighting for with a bead and a phoenix?" The Minglai blood clan has been watching them bicker all day these past few days, and said in amazement.

Phoenix sighed: "It's all to blame that some beads have a bad face."

Ming quietly withdrew, not participating in their next battle.

...

The next day,

When Ranbai got up early in the morning, his face was depressed and his face was gloomy. Ming was reading a book outside. When he saw Ranbai's face, he snorted: "What's wrong with you?"

Dye Bai was wearing a loose and unruly red dress, with his belt buckled at will, his silver hair uncombed, his collarbone vaguely showing the edge of his collarbone, his eyebrows irritated and gloomy: "I haven't slept in a coffin for too long."

I don't know why, I thought there was something important, and asked nervously: "Then what?"

"I fell asleep."

"……"

Ming is a bit difficult to describe.

Yanbai saw that there were reclining chairs in the courtyard, and fell directly onto it, rubbing the back of her neck with her slender fingers, the sun was a little harsh, she half-squinted her peach blossom eyes, and said with a frivolous smile: "This gentle, generous, beautiful and lovely girl, can you help me? busy?"

"Don't be gentle and generous, what?"

"Help me rub it." Ranbai said loosely.

Ming sighed, resigned, and didn't quite understand: "How can you sleep in a coffin and still have a stiff neck?"

Dye Bai closed his eyes, the drooping lashes were inexplicably swaying, like butterfly wings perched, his face was so delicate that he couldn't look directly, the sun hit his side face, showing a translucent feeling, and his long silver hair was casual. Bunk down, a wrist hangs lazily at his side, the wide red sleeve slips down, enjoying the exclusive service of Ming, and calmly said: "I also want to know."

Ming suddenly felt even more unreliable, so I'm laying here now.

After all, he is also a serious blood royal highness now, so he can't be rambunctious and naive in private.

"Knead a little to the left, haven't you eaten yet?" Ranbai interrupted Ming's thoughts.

"You really treat me as a service staff?" Ming asked incredulously.

"How can you." Ran Bai snorted, "The service staff is not as good-looking as you."

I didn't know for a while whether Ranbai was complimenting her.

"Is this strength okay?" Ming sat on the edge of the reclining chair and pushed Dianbai, "You lie down inside, I have nowhere to go."

"Oh." Ranbai closed his eyes and basked in the sun, very idle, and said coldly, "I found out—"

"what?"

"Your hands are quite soft."

"thank you."

Phoenix came in with a large pot of seeds in high spirits, and saw such a scene, fried to the point of becoming a prototype: "What are you doing!! Show me your hand!! Don't take advantage of my little highness!!!"

Ming suddenly felt that he was a scapegoat, and he was wronged to death. He thought to himself who took advantage of whom?

"Is there a king's law?" She retracted her hand.

Ranbai felt much better: "The law enforcement is here, tell me, what kind of royal law do you want?"

"I don't dare to ask His Highness, I'm afraid that there will be no hair left." Ming said sincerely.

Dyeing Bai was silent for two seconds: "It won't happen."

"You have to believe in yourself." Ming said, and then explained to Phoenix's still vigilant gaze, "Your Highness has a stiff neck, I'm just helping out."

Yingyi didn't believe it, and gave Ming a suspicious look: "Stiff neck? How could your Highness have a stiff neck? Are you kidding me? Is my Highness the first-rate sleeping coffin technique?"

"..." Ranbai said coolly, "Shut up for me."

Fenghuang closed his mouth, and realized that Dianbai might be really stiff, holding the flowerpot to please him, his eyebrows were bright and unfeminine, and his eyes were bright: "No need, I'll help Your Highness! My skills are good. , guaranteed to be better than a ghost."

Ming: "?"

White: "Forget it, what are you holding in your hand for fear of being burnt by you?"

"This ah—" Phoenix said excitedly, and just as he opened his mouth, a cold and hard voice interjected.

"It's a peach tree seed." Ying Li came over, dressed in black, with a stern profile, but a gentle smile, he said in a low voice, "I told Ying Yi and the others, and I want to discuss with His Highness. , Do you want to plant some peach trees in the palace, so that you can make wine and drink later."

Fenghuang was a little upset when he was robbed of his lines, but he didn't bother with Ying Bai in front of Ranbai. He squatted in front of Ranbai, his fingers grabbed the edge of the reclining chair, his chin rested on his fingers, and his eyes were bright and moist, looking at Ranbai, more like It's a puppy that found a home, said with a smile.

"Do you want to plant it, Your Highness? I remember that Your Highness used to like to drink peach blossom brew, but His Highness is not good enough to drink. Every time you drink a jar, you get drunk. In the end, we all drink it."

"I said why so many peach blossom wines that I brewed disappeared so quickly, so it was you who drank it secretly." Ranbai sneered thoughtfully.

"……"

Omg, I missed something.

"Actually, I only drank a few jars." Phoenix scratched his head in a guilty conscience, and made changes with difficulty, "It's only a dozen jars..."

"Ok?"

"A few dozen altars at most?"

"Tell me again." Dyeing white is neither cold nor indifferent.

"Okay." Phoenix said aggrievedly, "A total of 281 altars."

"You remember so clearly." Ranbai praised him.

"My memory is good!" Phoenix cupped his face happily.

"Writing to Respect Freedom in Spring and Autumn"

——Gift to Ah Bai