Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

In the darkness, staring at Long Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes, Mu Ziling's heart seemed to be clear, but also hazy. Under the light air of Leng Mei and her hazy thoughts, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

The deep tiredness hit, Mu Ziling couldn't bear it anymore, and lowered his eyes in a daze, his breathing that was originally intermittent gradually became slow and long.

Long Xiaoyu, who has always quietly hugged the person in his arms, slowly lowered his eyes, looked at her softly for a long time, then let her go gently, put her on the bed, and then slowly got up.

Long Xiaoyu gently picked up Mu Ziling's left arm and rolled up his sleeve.

On the slender and white wrist, as the stream of light in his palm flashed across, the imprint of the stars gradually emerged, but it lost the flickering purple luster before.

It seems to have been invaded by something. At this moment, the imprint of stars on Mu Ziling's arm, the line of stars originally formed by infusing the blood spirit, seems to be drawn with a thin brush, flat and dull.

It's wonderful that someone put such cruel and cruel things on her body, it's wonderful!

Long Xiaoyu raised his hand, gently traced the gray star line with his fingertips, his eyes, which were as dark as cold pools, narrowed slightly, and suddenly there was a strong chill and murderous aura in his eyes.

But with such a gaze, and Mu Ziling's Jingmei face who is sleeping peacefully at the moment, there is an undisguised look of pity in his eyes.

His stupidity, why is it so distressing?

But at this moment, the sleeping person in front of him didn't know what kind of sweet dream he was having, his lustrous red lips suddenly curled into a curve that seemed to be there, and he was muttering something fragmentary in his mouth.

Organized the broken sounds of Mu Ziling's raving words... Long Xiaoyu's cold eyes softened unknowingly, and his whole body was also tainted with a tenderness like water.

He leaned over, lightly imprinted on her delicate and beautiful eyebrows, and then pressed it against her ear, and responded in a low and slow voice: "Okay, I'm waiting for you."

I don't know if I heard his response, but the upward curve of the corner of the mouth of the sleeping person gradually became larger.

After covering Mu Ziling with the quilt, Long Xiaoyu got up and left.

After being teased by her for a long time, he, who was not satisfied for a long time, walked to the side of the milk bath, raised his hand, the threatening frost directly turned the warmth of the pool into cold water, and then leaned over.

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When Mu Ziling woke up, the sun was shining brightly and dappledly through the delicately carved window lattices, brightening the warmth and brightness of the bed.

After a beautiful sleep, Mu Ziling lay on the warm and comfortable bed and swayed for a while before stretching her limbs and lazily stretching.

However, the stretched limbs stretched across the big bed in big characters, but they never touched any obstacles.

Is Long Xiaoyu not here?

Following this thought, Mu Ziling jumped up from the bed, looked left and right, both sides were empty, and did not see Long Xiaoyu.

Mu Ziling curled her lips, stretched her arms again, and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

At this moment, there was a movement outside the screen.

is he outside

Suspicion flashed in Mu Ziling's eyes, and he directly got off the bed.

Stepping on the plush carpet, Mu Ziling didn't bother to put on his shoes for a moment because of the soft and comfortable touch, and walked towards the outside of the screen with bare feet.

Before getting around the screen, Mu Ziling called out suspiciously: "Long Xiaoyu..."

When the last sound was made, Mu Ziling had already bypassed the screen and saw the person outside the screen.

With his back to her, Long Xiaoyu stood facing a wall at close range, not knowing what he was doing.

Have you thought about facing the wall? Mu Ziling felt depressed, and said again: "Dragon—"

Only this time, as soon as Mu Ziling opened his mouth, Long Xiaoyu turned around and looked at her, and then his eyes fell directly on her bare feet.

At the same time, Mu Ziling's eyes widened suddenly in shock.

What shocked her was not Long Xiaoyu, but the wall that Long Xiaoyu just faced.

On that wall, there are, there are...

Before Mu Ziling could finish being shocked, Long Xiaoyu strode towards her and hugged her princess involuntarily.

Being picked up suddenly, afraid of falling, Mu Ziling subconsciously reached out to wrap his arms around Long Xiaoyu's neck, but also subconsciously passed his head over his shoulder, and looked at the wall again.

But before he could see clearly, Mu Ziling had already been carried back to the bed.

After being put down heavily, Mu Ziling recovered from the shock and stared at Long Xiaoyu: "What are you doing?"

Unhappy, Mu Ziling moved his buttocks and stood up again.

However, before her feet landed on the ground, Long Xiaoyu glared at her with a stern face, and pushed her to sit on the bed again: "Sit down!"

With that said, he squatted down and grabbed Mu Ziling's ankle with his big hand.

Not knowing what Long Xiaoyu was going to do, Mu Ziling shrank his feet reflexively.

However, not only did her feet fail to shrink, but Long Xiaoyu's big palm even slapped her white and tender feet.

"Crack—" There was a skinny sound.

"It hurts!" Mu Ziling frowned and exclaimed in pain, and then reflexively kicked out the foot that was not caught.

With such a high step, His Royal Highness Qi Wang, who was squatting in front of her, would definitely be breathless until his nose bleeds.

However, at this very moment, Long Xiaoyu quickly grabbed Mu Ziling's kicked foot, and firmly restrained him.

Mu Ziling, who still didn't understand what Long Xiaoyu was going to do, twisted her body and struggled with her legs shaking.

Long Xiaoyu, whose patience was worn out, glared angrily at the restless little woman in front of him: "Put on your shoes!"

Hearing this, Mu Ziling immediately stopped his struggling movements, and suddenly understood.

It turned out that she was going to wear shoes...

It's just that if you wear shoes, you wear shoes. Why are you so fierce to her?

Thinking angrily and unyieldingly, Mu Ziling struggled again: "Let go, I—"

Let His Royal Highness Qi Wang squat down in front of her to serve and put on shoes. She is not afraid of losing her life, but she is afraid that it will be spread, and she will be drowned by the spittle of thousands of women.

I thought so, but who knew that before Mu Ziling could utter the last word 'wear', Long Xiaoyu's big palm was patted on her other instep.

"Oh!" Mu Ziling felt aggrieved immediately, "Why hit me again?"

Long Xiaoyu picked up the upper of the shoe next to her and put it on, while threatening with a fierce face: "Sit down obediently, or you will be beaten!"

Staring down at Long Xiaoyu's dark head condescendingly, Mu Ziling's chest heaved and heaved, she dared not speak out, and sat obediently and asked him to help her put on her shoes.

Although there were ten thousand dissatisfaction with this tyrant on the face, but seeing him bend over and help her put on her shoes carefully and earnestly, Mu Ziling felt very happy in her heart, she was happier than eating honey.

Long Xiaoyu, who helped this frizzy little woman of his family put on her shoes, raised his head, and caught the smile overflowing from the corner of Mu Ziling's mouth, and his eyes were involuntarily stained with a soft hue.

Long Xiaoyu stood up, the smile on Mu Ziling's mouth completely disappeared, as if the happy smile he saw on her face just now was an illusion, there was no trace at all.

At this moment, facing the man in front of him who was staring at her with full interest, Mu Zi snorted spiritually, then turned his head away as unhappy as he wanted, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"You!" Long Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to pinch her swollen cheeks, and smiled: "Okay, let's go out."

Only then did Mu Ziling recall what she saw on that wall when she walked out just now.

No, that's not a thing, it's a person.

A person who is infinitely more intimidating than the Tianjizi and Diyangzi she has seen before.

Moreover, the person with infinite deterrence is just a virtual image floating on the wall, not a real person.

When Mu Ziling was mentally active, Long Xiaoyu had already taken her out of the screen, and saw the virtual image on the wall again.

With just one glance, Mu Ziling deeply realized what it means to look up to a high mountain, and the huge distance between a little star and a great god.

At this moment, the virtual image stood with its hands behind its back, facing them, floating on the wall like a real person, real but not real.

A single figure from the back is far out of reach, as if the whole is planned in his hands, the majesty is unparalleled, and it is daunting.

Mu Ziling grasped Long Xiaoyu's hand subconsciously, and whispered: "He—"

However, just as she uttered a sound, the virtual image suddenly moved, and he turned around slowly.

The virtual image meets Mu Ziling's eyes.

In an instant, Mu Ziling was suffocated, and couldn't help but gasp.

What a beautiful man!

I saw his pair of handsome eyes as deep as the sea under the clear sky, narrow and dark, and the lines and outlines on his delicate face were as clear and perfect as those drawn by a famous painter.

On the lifeless wall, because his existence is like a small world full of vitality, three thousand black hair, wanton light dance, winding robes, automatic without wind, elegant and immortal.

Even though the fairy posture is so elegant, Mu Ziling saw the icy and ruthless gloomy light from those long and narrow eyes, cruel and bloodthirsty, proud and peerless, noble and sacred, making people dare not desecrate .

Mu Ziling, who took advantage of the short time to meet the eyes of the other party, carefully sized up the virtual image in front of her, did not know that she was the first other than Long Xiaoyu who dared to look at the smear on the wall so fearlessly. Virtual image.

But at this moment, the virtual image on the wall stared at Mu Ziling's exquisite and beautiful face, as if he could see another person through her face.

He stared at Mu Ziling's face without blinking, without blinking, earnestly and carefully, for fear of missing any impression that still existed deep in his heart.

Although being stared at by others will not lose a piece of meat, Mu Ziling doesn't like anyone except Long Xiaoyu at all, staring at her with such affectionate eyes.

Even though, that person didn't seem to be looking at her, but seemed to be looking at another person through her.

But now, it was her standing in front of her, and she was still the one looking at the phantom, and she felt uncomfortable being stared at so burningly.