Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ming Qi took advantage of the story and left in a hurry.

Gu Nuo'er hugged Ye Siming's arm, blinked her round black eyes, and asked coquettishly, "Brother Siming, are you going to leave the palace too?"

Ye Siming looked away from Ming Qi.

He looked down at Gu Nuoer with a doting smile and unruly brows.

"It's about going out of the palace. Our home is almost built. I'll go take a look today."

Gu Nuo'er's eyes lit up: "Can I go with you?"

Ye Siming hesitated.

If you let the little things go, you will see black bear spirits and pangolin demons busy.

You will also see flower demons helping to build the roof, and a few spider spirits in charge of carrying bricks.

Not to mention whether she will feel distressed, he is afraid of scaring her just because of the appearance of those fairies.

Ye Siming paused and said, "I'm afraid it won't work today. I'll go to inspect the work first. If it's fine, I'll take you to see it another day."

Gu Nuo'er pouted, her small face the size of a palm, as pretty as a white hibiscus, with a touch of pink.

"Hmph, I won't go if I don't go, then I'll go to Taishi Temple today to play with Seventh Brother."

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Let's go out of the palace together, I'll give you a ride."

Gu Nuoer readily agreed.

At night, the light rain fell down.

In a secluded alley, an inconspicuous shadow passed by.

He hardly made a sound of footsteps, walking in the rain, wearing a bamboo hat.

The man stopped in front of a house and knocked on the door.

An elderly male voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Sombra didn't answer, just knocked **** the door again.

The door was opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.

He looked at the costume of the shadow in front of him, and asked suspiciously and vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Hei Ying didn't answer, but asked, "Did anyone come to you today and ask your mother about being a palace maid in the palace?"

The man wondered: "No, who are you, how do you know that my mother was a palace maid?"

Sombra took out a heavy money bag from his arms and threw it at him.

"No matter who asks, don't talk too much, don't admit it, so as not to cause death, you can use this money in case you need it."

After all, the shadow turned and hurried away.

The man took two steps: "Hey! Who the **** are you! Why give me this?"

However, the black shadow swept away and jumped directly to the roof, followed by a few light jumps and disappeared.

The man opened the purse, and inside was a heavy gold ingot.

The shadow jumped from another roof into the empty alley.

He was about to leave when suddenly, he saw a figure in front of him leaning against the wall.

The other party's long legs were against the wall, his posture was idle and lazy, and he didn't wear a hat, and the raindrops wet the ends of his hair.

A bit of broken hair covered his cold eyes, but it couldn't stop the coldness all over his body.

The shadow's gaze fell on the broken sword on the opponent's waist.

Ye Siming looked at him sideways, his thin lips provoked a wanton smile.

"Giving money so late, do you know that family?"

The black shadow's face was hidden under the shadow of the bamboo hat. He supported the brim of his hat and turned to leave.

It seemed that he didn't want to speak.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Ming Qi, if you take one more step, the Marquis will start."

Under the hat, Ming Qi's eyes suddenly turned cold!

The drizzle fell fast, knocking on the roof tiles, making a ding-dong sound.

Ming Qi looked at the long night, and he knew that he could not escape.

So he took off his hat and threw it aside.

Ming Qi smiled in a low voice: "The Marquis of Yongye is well-deserved."

He turned around and looked into Ye Siming's eyes. The atmosphere between the two was turbulent!