Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

cry?

Ye Siming was stunned for a moment.

The slender knuckles lightly wiped the cheeks.

Full of water stains.

Turns out he would cry.

He stared at the palm of his hand and said, "Why am I crying?"

Hu Ti looked at him like this, as if he had suffered a huge trauma, and was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

"Brother Wolf, are you sad? Sister Yu did not deliberately lie to you. She must have her own difficulties. You can ask her. Just make it clear for the two of you!"

Hu greasy hurriedly waved his paws.

Ye Siming's eyes were bloodshot, with gloomy eyebrows, showing a trace of the young man's sadness.

Such a fragile look should not have been seen on the face of such a powerful demon god.

But Ye Siming really felt that there was a feeling of hurt in his heart.

He has fought countless times with powerful demons and suffered serious injuries.

He also fell in a pool of blood, panting heavily, his eyes blurred.

But never once, like this moment.

The heart seemed to be held tightly by someone, and an indescribable emotion was about to come out.

He didn't know what it was.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hu Gu said cautiously, "Big Brother Wolf? Do you like Sister Yu?"

"Boom!" A thunderous sound came from the sky!

Ye Siming's palm loosened, and Hu Greasy fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

The young man raised his head, and in the dim yellow sky, the fine raindrops turned into beans.

It started raining again.

Ye Siming let the rain fall on his handsome face.

He thought deeply.

What does like mean?

At this moment, a man on a fast horse came from the hillside.

"Marquis! No, Her Royal Highness has passed out!" Braving the rain, the soldiers shouted at Ye Siming who was standing on the hillside in a daze.

Ye Siming came back to his senses: "What?"

Hu greasy only felt a gust of wind whistling past in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Siming had already flew down the hillside several meters high and left with the soldiers.

Hu Gu stood up from the ground.

Wu Liuliu's fox eyes were full of anxiety: "Why is Sister Yu faint!"

When Ye Siming rushed to the other side of the hill.

I saw the soldiers forming a circle.

Heavy rain tickly fell on this stony slope, and the water pool on the side was rippled by the rain.

"Get out of the way, Lord Hou is here!" The soldiers raised their arms and shouted.

The crowd quickly made way.

"Gu Nuo'er!" Ye Siming squeezed in.

The little guy was lying alone on the pebbled ground, his little face was pale, and his black hair was sticky on his cheeks.

His long black eyelashes covered him, as if he was asleep.

His expression was calm, and he couldn't even see the ups and downs of breathing.

Ye Siming Bo Mu was furious: "Are you dead, let her lie here?"

The soldiers knelt down in unison: "Master Hou, calm down, the princess is a daughter of gold, we dare not..."

Ye Siming was furious.

But now is not the time to settle accounts.

He hurriedly picked up Gu Nuoer, got on his horse, and galloped towards Ning'an Village.

"Boil the water! Bring clean clothes here!" He kicked the door open, and then ordered the unknown empty sleep.

Kongjue rushed forward: "What happened to Nuo'er?"

Before he could enter the room, Ye Siming slapped his shoulder and pushed him out the door.

The boy's eyes were cold and fierce: "I'll let you boil water and bring your clothes."

In Kongjue's calm eyes, there was a hint of hesitation because of his expression.

Thinking that Gu Nuoer was still unconscious, Kongjue turned around quickly.

Not only did he borrow a set of clean clothes, but he also asked Aunt Yu to pick out some hot water.

It just so happened that Lang Zhong had already entered the village and was also invited.