Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

I don't know how good Li Zhan's jacaranda wine is. Before Mu Ziling could say a few words, the mental consciousness that had finally been concentrated began to slacken again. She stood up and shook her head vigorously before barely facing Li Zhan's face again.

"I knew you couldn't bear to be angry with me." Seeing that Li Zhan seemed less vicious than before, Mu Ziling twitched the corners of her lips coquettishly, and then chased after her with a snake stick: "Little uncle, can you tell me what kind of person my mother is?"

"Is Concubine Jin really killed by my mother? And Long Xiaoyu... Long Xiaoyu was also born in Brahma Ancient Realm, but why did he come here? Did my mother bring him? Not only that, did she arrange his life just like that, let him lose his mother and concubine since he was a child, and suffer hardships and obstacles, so that he can now accompany me on this road where I don't know whether the future will be life or death."

"Little uncle, tell me, is this really the case? Why is this happening? It's not fair, it's not fair to Long Xiaoyu..."

Looking at the poor little girl talking nonsense in front of him, the stern look between Li Zhan's brows disappeared long ago, but when he heard that the little girl was complaining because of Long Xiaoyu, he felt bad-tempered again.

"That's right." Li Zhan raised his brows with a half-smile, turned his eyes to not far below the house, and said in a sour tone: "I also think it's unfair. Why do you want to make my little uncle angry with the little girl I love so much and only know how to protect outsiders?"

"Uh~~" Mu Ziling hiccupped, his eyes seemed to be loose and confused: "Outsider? Who is an outsider? Little uncle, are you drunk? How can you talk nonsense?"

Li Zhan angrily turned his little head, which was smelling of alcohol at him, to the direction he had just looked at: "Ask that outsider, is it fair?"

At some point in that direction, a slender figure stood still.

Maybe it was because it was dark, or maybe it was because he was drunk, Mu Ziling shook his head and looked at it for a long time before he recognized the figure.

Immediately afterwards, as if she didn't dare to recognize the figure, she lowered her head suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Li Zhan heard a sentence that almost stung his heart, and mu Ziling uttered it in a low voice: "He is an insider, and you are an outsider."

At this moment, Li Zhan was afraid that the little girl who was already drunk would lose her balance and fall on the roof. He was about to carry her down, but when he heard this, he immediately lost his temper.

Li Zhan raised his finger angrily, and with a disgusted attitude of "female college students don't want to stay", he pushed Mu Ziling's head: "Go find your wife, you heartless girl, I don't care about you."

His strength was expressed in his gnashing of teeth tone, and Mu Ziling, who had almost no strength in his hands, but was already a little unsteady, was just at the right time under his push, and his whole body staggered down the slope.

The slap in the face came too fast, before Li Zhan realized it, the arm that was hanging to his side instantly and reflexively grabbed Mu Ziling who was stumbling backwards down the stairs while stepping on the glazed tiles.

Although Li Zhan had enough conditioned reflexes, he still missed a shot.

Before Li Zhan could make a move for the next second, he saw the little girl was firmly hugged by her "wife".

Immediately, Li Zhan felt that this scene was not to mention how obtrusive it was, rolled his eyes, and snorted softly: "Xiu En'ai is going to another place, don't leave it here to disturb my son's elegance."

As he said that, he lay lazily on the roof like a normal person, sipping wine as if no one else was there, and admiring the lonely night sky with only a few stars.

Looking at the silent little woman with her head in her arms, Long Xiaoyu tightened the corners of her lower lip, and then glanced coldly at Li Zhan: "I heard that Your Excellency is looking for this king?"

Although when Li Zhan was Li Xinyuan's identity, the two were considered acquainted, but Li Xinyuan was Li Xinyuan, Li Zhan was Li Zhan, Long Xiaoyu would not confuse this person with dual identities.

In the same way, Li Zhan would not respond with Li Xinyuan's coquettish attitude anymore. He said in a lazy voice, "Since you know, then you should also know that my son asked you to do something expensive?"

Long Xiaoyu frowned lightly, but remained silent.

"That's all." Li Zhan waved his hand, squinted at Mu Ziling who was still muffled in Long Xiaoyu's arms, and said grumpily, "Look at this heartless person, you said that if I touch a single hair of yours, don't you want her to die?"

Long Xiaoyu wasn't in the mood to listen to his jokes, and went straight to the point: "The reason."

Direct and simple two words, but full of some kind of deep meaning.

Li Zhan, who can be regarded as "cunning and calculating", doesn't know what Long Xiaoyu really wants to know? But he just didn't mention a word, and threw an olive branch as a matter of course: "You invited me to come here, and you don't know the reason, so how can I know?"

Long Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes coldly, and originally wanted to question Le Tian's remarks not long ago, but seeing the silent little woman in his arms, he gave up.

"sorry……"

The extremely subtle sounds of the three characters suddenly entered Long Xiaoyu's ears from the gap between the two of them.

Long Xiaoyu's eyes flickered slightly, and a deep coldness like a cold pool flashed across his eyes, then he bent down, hugged Mu Ziling horizontally, and jumped off the roof.

When the two were about to leave, Li Zhan's voice came out again, and his tone of reminder was somewhat ambiguous: "With Jun Lintian's strength, why didn't you directly attack Pluto? You should be very clear. If the soul inside is to wake up, the little girl must not lose a single hair during this trip to the Central Prosperity, otherwise..."

Long Xiaoyu lowered his eyes and stared deeply at the drunken man in his arms. His voice was soft but with an indescribable firmness: "There is no fairness in my life. You are my life. I cherish my life and you."

These words were for Mu Ziling, and also for Li Zhan.

On the roof, Li Zhan just took a sip of the mellow wine, and then hissed with sour teeth. He turned his head to look at the dark night where no one was there, and suddenly laughed silently.

Also suddenly, he discovered that the lonely night sky was so beautiful.

...

On the way back to the dormitory, Mu Ziling was not in a state of drunken fuss like before, but was abnormally quiet, so quiet that even Long Xiaoyu thought she was asleep.

But when he looked down at her a few times, her eyes were still open, her long eyelashes flickered from time to time, as if she was just drunk and immersed in her own consciousness, and she was surprisingly quiet.

Compared to her being so quiet, Long Xiaoyu would rather her making a fuss.

Because he knew that this little woman would vent out her suppressed emotions only when she was drunk.

But until she returned to the dormitory, Mu Ziling, who was drunk all over, didn't make a fuss. Even when Long Xiaoyu bathed her, she was as docile as a kitten and didn't resist.

In front of his own little woman, Long Xiaoyu's self-control has always been zero. After bathing and changing her clothes with tense and focused nerves, he hugged her to the bed and covered her tightly with the quilt. Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then stood up.

Just as Long Xiaoyu raised his foot, suddenly a small hand grabbed his sleeve robe and stopped his footsteps.

As early as when she was taking a bath, Mu Ziling was already mostly sober, and knowing that Long Xiaoyu was helping her take a bath again, apart from shyness, the rest of her heart was sad and blocked.

Looking at the little hands that were tightly clutching his sleeves, Long Xiaoyu sighed lightly, then looked at the little woman on the bed: "I won't go, go get you a glass of water, huh?"

Mu Ziling didn't let go, but gripped even tighter. She pursed her lips and struggled in her heart for a while before she met Long Xiaoyu's gaze: "Do you... hate my mother?"

When he asked this question, Mu Ziling's whole heart was tightened.

Even though she was very clear that no matter whether Long Xiaoyu's answer was hate or not, it could not change the facts that had happened, but she still wanted to know the answer, not to seek psychological comfort, but to do her best to make up for the harm her mother brought to him that he shouldn't have suffered.

Mu Ziling tightened her heart, staring at Long Xiaoyu without blinking.

The man's Junxiu brows did not have any emotional fluctuations, and the expression on his face was inherently calm and lonely, but through his deep eyes, she saw him looking at her eyes, full of tenderness, and distressed.

Seeing him like this, Mu Zi's heart became more and more uncomfortable. Without waiting for his answer, she let go of his sleeve, sat up, met his eyes again, and looked at him seriously.

She had already said sorry to Long Xiaoyu, but she wanted to say it again...to Murong Yu.

It was only Mu Ziling who moved her lips, and before she could make a sound, Long Xiaoyu seemed to know what she was going to say, turned around and left without giving her a chance to speak.

Mu Ziling became hoarse for a moment, didn't think much at all, and hurriedly threw off the quilt and chased after her.

Long Xiaoyu went not far away and poured a glass of water, and when he turned around, Mu Ziling, who was chasing after him, jumped into his arms, took two steps back unpreparedly, and then fell down and sat on the table where the water had just been poured.

Fearing that Long Xiaoyu would leave just like that, Mu Ziling rushed over and hugged him tightly, not letting him go.

"You..." Just as Mu Ziling was about to say something, she suddenly felt that the cheek against Long Xiaoyu's chest was hot and humid, and she instinctively stretched out her hand to touch it.

Where is her face hot and humid, but——

Mu Ziling was stunned again and again, and finally left Long Xiaoyu's body unresponsively after three seconds, and then she saw that the clothes on his chest had been soaked in water.

Mu Ziling looked at the water glass that was still held by Long Xiaoyu, then at his wet chest, and lowered his head in embarrassment and shame: "I didn't know you were going to pour water, I thought you were going to leave."

Seeing her bewildered little appearance, and listening to her explanation, Long Xiaoyu wanted to laugh, but also felt helpless: "Have you spilled enough?"

Mu Ziling groped around on her body indiscriminately, then shook her head: "It's all spilled on you."

Long Xiaoyu laughed, he stretched out his hand and rubbed her hairy head, then turned around and poured another glass of water, and handed it to her.

Mu Ziling obediently took the water glass, raised her head and took a sip, then asked tentatively in a low voice, "Are you angry?"