MTL - Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort-Chapter 690 Hardcover is not as good as the original

Mu Ziling hadn't responded yet, and the whole thing turned round and round, the whole person fell steadily into Long Xiaoyu's arms and sat on his lap.

Mu Ziling raised his hand, held Long Xiaoyu's neck, looked at him with a pretty tired face, and a little apology in the soft tone: "Woke you up?"

Long Xiaoyu gave a faint "um" with a nasal sound, and suddenly it was a languid look of sleepiness.

He tightened her waistline and pressed his head against her soft body, preparing to continue to sleep.

Mu Ziling twisted subconsciously: "How do you sleep like this? You—"

"Don't move." Long Xiaoyu circled her tighter and buried her face in front of her chest, snoring with dissatisfaction: "It's you who wakes up, you have to take responsibility."

What is responsible? Responsible for sleeping?

Mu Ziling twitched his lips, and suddenly became depressed.

She didn't mind being responsible for coaxing the demon to continue to sleep, but how could he sleep like this? How can you sleep comfortably?

Mu Ziling moved her lips and wanted to say something, but when she thought about the fact that he had been busy with official duties these days, it looked like he was really tired and tired. She reluctantly sighed and chose to cooperate properly. He's gone.

however--

At first Mu Ziling was able to maintain a motionless posture, held by Long Xiaoyu, but persisted for a long time. Not only did she sit uncomfortably on her buttocks, she even climbed up with her body and mind. No crispy feeling.

Because she was sitting quietly, but she was holding and sticking to her, but she was not restless. She rubbed her hands around her slim waist, and seemed to want to rub them out. Here comes a flower.

That's it.

The head he stuck to her suddenly took her soft chest as a pillow, and then he didn't know if he was uncomfortable or too comfortable, and he slaps it from time to time, from time to time, and finally It was her heart of anger and anger.

"Long Xiaoyu, are you enough!"

Mu Ziling couldn't hold his breath anymore, raised his hand to slap at the messy head, but at the critical moment changed to lift with both hands, directly raised his head fiercely, facing her .

Long Xiaoyu's deep eyes shone like stars, flashing touching soft waves, and enjoyed without a look: "Well ... so sleepy, not enough ..."

This is the softest and sweetest pillow in the world. How can it be? How could that be enough?

Long Xiaoyu was full of joy and thought, but now his head had slipped uncontrollably onto Mu Ziling--

"You!" Mu Ziling was both ashamed and annoyed, clenching his head that he was about to stick over again, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Go to bed and go to bed to sleep, get me up without sleep, write Spring Festival couplets! "

Said, Mu Zi pushes away Long Xiaoyu in a spirited manner, stands up, puts the red paper of the Spring Festival couplet that he brought before the table, and urges: "Hurry up, I still need to paste it."

This was her first year in the world, and they were together. Even if it was not a trivial matter, she wanted to do it herself and be self-sufficient.

Originally writing such a trivial matter of the Spring Festival couplet could not keep up with us, the noble and incomparable King of Prayer, for eight lives. Whoever told her to write the writing ugly could only call him to write.

Long Xiaoyu didn't even look at the red paper on the table, but leaned lazily against the back of the chair, like a grandfather, but said in distress: "What should I do?"

Mu Ziling frowned: "What should I do?"

She had a faint feeling that the evildoer was going to be a monster again.

as expected!

"The word of this king's title is worth a thousand dollars." Long Xiaoyu pulled her back to sit down again, then glanced calmly at the red couplet paper on the table, and the voice of the opening voice was lazy: "These Do not say a few dozen words on paper, but pray for the princess to bring enough capital and interest? "

Mu Ziling rolled his eyes silently: "Who said it before, his pockets and those who brought him belong to me, and now I want to calculate this unreasonable account again, what's the matter?"

"Some things need to be clear, and the king can't let himself suffer, aren't he?" Long Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow, and rightfully said, "Furthermore, how can you get money and vulgar things when you make a deal between me and you? Measurable? Naturally, meat compensation is justified. "

She knew that this demon shouldn't give him sunshine, it could brighten you up if you didn't care, and it was still the kind with no bottom line.

Write a few words and you have to pay for it ... it's pretty beautiful.

Looking at the uncle in front of him, Mu Ziling took a deep breath, and then took another breath. The fists creaked, and he sent a fierce force, screaming at his deceptive appearance .

As if not looking at Mu Ziling's proud chest together, Long Xiaoyu glanced up and down at her glance, giving her a generous discount: "Look at your performance, the interest is halved, Do you think this is OK? "

OK your uncle! Mu Ziling shouted inwardly.

I just ate a handful of tofu on her body.

Mu Ziling despised her heart, but smiled at Long Xiaoyu with a frown. She nodded and motioned to him: "Since you've figured it out, what else can I say? Hurry up and write your words ... "

The words did not end, Mu Ziling faintly felt that the place where his buttocks were sitting was a bit wrong.

Stiff, stingy, hot ...

"You, you ..." Mu Ziling looked at Long Xiaoyu, first blinking blankly, and then the whole face seemed to be burning, and the man rushed out of his leg.

However, she hadn't moved one step back, and Long Xiaoyu was pulled over again.

For a time, Mu Ziling was so upset that it was burning.

She closed her eyes and swallowed a spit, as if it took a lot of courage to force herself to make a sound, but her tone seemed incoherent: "Long Xiaoyu ... if that ... OK ... I, we ... "

Where would Long Xiaoyu not know what she stuttered?

He stumbled with a few words of stumbling.

He hugged her from behind, buried his face in her neck socket, and said in a low tone: "Stupid, you have to seduce like this again-lead you man, if the thing must be reversed, if he is injured, There will be times when you are bitter. "

"What?" His voice was a little vague, Mu Ziling only heard a few bits of words, but he was not very clear.

Long Xiaoyu sighed in disappointment and shifted the topic directly: "Aren't you going to write the Spring Festival couplet? Come, the king will take you to write."

As he said, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and then moved her hand to move vigorously and drop vigorous writing on the red paper.

Driven by Long Xiaoyu's writing, Mu Ziling quickly eased from the thoughts she had just been thinking about, and was attracted by the handwriting that he took with her.

The posture of the ghost is also the same. Why is there such a big difference?

People are more deadly than popularity!

When Mu Ziling couldn't bear to think of those ugly characters written by her, Long Xiaoyu actually took a piece of paper she had written recently from the pile of red paper, and there were a few bold thicknesses crawling on it. word.

Take a look at the handwriting of Long Xiaoyu and Long Fei Feng Wu, the sky and the ground are in sharp contrast.

In this comparison, Mu Ziling can understand what a word is worth a thousand dollars, which is more than a thousand dollars? Miao Bisheng spent all.

Mu Ziling sighed sincerely.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyu's disliked voice passed into her ear quietly: "Fortunately, this word is not as good as others, otherwise ..."

Mu Ziling turned around suddenly, grabbing his lean waist: "Otherwise? You still want to exchange it?"

"How can this be?" Looking at her small appearance, Long Xiaoyu couldn't help chuckling and whispering, and pecked at her slightly red lips: "Hardcover is not as good as the original. Wang Ke never traded at a loss, and he still had to lose money when he changed. "

Mu Ziling raised his chin and hummed, "You know what you know."

Long Xiaoyu was instantly amused by her tone. She reached out and scratched her cute nose, coddled and smiled: "Little fool."

"Okay, I'll post the Spring Festival couplets." Mu Ziling said, while finishing writing the Spring Festival couplets, reminded him with concern: "If you are tired, go back to the room-"

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ziling suddenly stunned from his mouth, and suddenly his eyes were attracted to him by a piece of rice paper on the table with winding lines.

The rice paper was clipped to a book, only a small screenshot was shown, but Mu Ziling could still see it, and the paper looked like a map.

This picture looks familiar ...

Mu Ziling frowned, stretched out his hand to pull the rice paper out of the book, and spread it out.

It looks like a map but not like it, but the overall shape of the map made Mu Ziling's sense of familiarity come from immediately. She subconsciously asked, "Is a dragon body painted on this picture?"

"Yeah." Long Xiaoyu responded lightly, and frowned again. "What's wrong? But what did you see?"

Mu Ziling shook his head, like a doubt, but said with certainty: "The dragon painted on this picture is the phantom virtual dragon on your body, right?"

Long Xiaoyu's eyebrows froze slightly.

The picture in front of you can see the dragon body at first glance, but to directly identify it as the phantom virtual dragon on him, you must see the remaining half of the picture, that is, the dragon head part.

But how was this little woman determined at a glance?

Is it ...

Long Xiaoyu stared deeply at Mu Ziling, his tone of speech faintly faintly felt nervous: "Have you seen the rest of the picture?"

This was the first time that Long Xiaoyu was so nervous and dignified, Mu Ziling followed.

She didn't hesitate and took out the cow rags that she had long wanted to give him, but repeatedly forgotten: "Is this it?"

As she spoke, Mu Ziling connected the cow rag to the rice paper on the table.

Because it is a piece of paper and a piece of cloth, they do not fit together well, but it is not difficult to see that they are one.

"You see, the dragon head above matches the dragon body." Mu Ziling bowed his head, fiddled with a bit of regret, and said, "If the rice paper is the other half of the dragon's body cowhide, it will be fine. Now. "