She touched her son's little hand, then turned and stroked Yan Zhuo's handsome face, "Hold on, whether you can bring your son home with his beauty depends on you!"
He then lay down on his side beside them, thinking that he would just lie there for a while, and then stand up to ask Mo Jiwei more about the situation.
Who knew that after this tilt, his brain would go blank and he would lose consciousness.
It rained heavily that night and thunder rumbled from the sky. Several times, when Kunan, who was on guard, thought that the thunder was going to strike the wooden house, it never came down.
In the early morning, the sky after the rain was clean as a speck of dust. The chirping of birds came from far away, but they were quickly driven away by the smoke from Kunan's burning firewood.
Jiang Ying opened his eyes and just heard the distant bird calls and the sound of birds flapping their wings desperately.
She stood up and confirmed that her son was getting better, but Yan Zhuo was still the same. She sighed slightly and took out the quilt from the space last night and covered the father and son carefully.
"You guys sleep well, I'm going out for a while," she said.
The sleeping father and son did not react at first, but the moment Jiang Ying turned around, their eyelids moved at the same time.
The only difference is that one moves the left eye, while the other moves the right eye.
Jiang Ying didn't notice it at all.
When she walked out, she saw Kunan making a fire and nodded and greeted him.
The other Demon Guards were either killing fish, picking vegetables, peeling sweet potatoes, or washing rice...
Jiang Ying rubbed his eyes, a little bit unable to believe it. Is such a scene full of life supposed to be seen among a group of top secret guards and killers?
Kunan saw her puzzled and teasing look and stood up. With a face slightly stained by smoke, he smiled and said, "Princess, your expression seems to be doubting that the hands that kill can't do the simplest and most ordinary things in this world? But in fact, every one of us in the Demon Guard is the most simple and ordinary. We never thought we would embark on this path, but now that we have, we have no regrets. Your Majesty is the one who reborn us!"
So they are not like other killers who completely disregard life and death.
For the prince, they can risk their lives and cherish their lives.
And now, there is no doubt that it is not a time to fight for your life, but a time to cherish your life.
Only by cherishing your life can you protect the prince. The king returns!
Hearing this, Jiang Ying remained silent for a long time. Then, he reacted and reached out to pick up the barrel next to Kunan's legs. "Let me borrow it."
Kunan was nervous. "Princess, what are you going to do? Fetch some water to wash up? Or should I…"
Jiang Ying, "No, I don't have anything. I just want to offer you some water as a thank you."
Well, spiritual spring water.
But Kunan and the Demon Guards didn't know this. They looked at each other in bewilderment. One of them walked up to Kunan, poked him, and lowered his voice, "Princess, haven't you inherited the prince's property? Are you being so stingy?"
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