Mm, it smells like a treasure suitable for collection!
(Actually, it’s the smell of Irifa’s sharp toxin. What kind of dragon filter is this? / spread your hands)
Irelix's face flushed red as he frantically tried to rescue his hair from Jingxia's grasp. He swallowed all the words on his lips before Jingxia's sparkling eyes. The only thing he could say was, "How about... I'll cut a strand for you later."
"OK!"
Yirui was helpless: It seems that he still can't escape the fate of being made into a specimen, fortunately it's just his hair.
Di Xiu in the kitchen had no idea what kind of deal Yi Rui was forced to make with Jing Xia where he couldn't see.
If one knew the content of the transaction and Yirui's inner thoughts, he would definitely laugh at Yirui, the former fragment of cosmic consciousness and the later Zerg Emperor, Ers, with joy from the bottom of his heart.
Oh, who is this the princess (insect king) of a certain country (insect race) who was almost abducted by the evil dragon?
After dinner, Di Xiu watched the two of them enter their respective bedrooms before he went to his treasure house in the villa with peace of mind to have a good rest.
In the middle of the night, the door of the deepest bedroom was gently opened by someone. The Insect King, wearing pajamas and with his hair hanging down, tiptoed to the door of Jing Xia's bedroom. After confirming that no dragon would jump out to catch him, he relaxed and gently opened Jing Xia's door.
Jing Xia, who had heard the noise a long time ago, yawned and quickly huddled into his quilt, burying his head in the crook of his neck, and rubbing it coquettishly like he did when he was a cub.
"Go to sleep"
Jing Xia patted the other's fluffy head soothingly.
"Um"
A muffled sound came from his neck, and he continued, "Why are you so wary of me, Xiu?"
Jing Xia yawned loudly and dazedly consoled him, "It's okay... If Emperor Xiu really tried to stop Nian Qing, he would have put up restrictions on my door..."
The sound became smaller and smaller. Before falling asleep, Jing Xia vaguely remembered that this was how his mother prevented his father from sneaking him out to play in the middle of the night.
It seems... the punishment for the ban is that his father has to sleep on the cold floor for a week?
"good evening……"
"Hmm... sweet dreams."
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