The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"You want me to help you become an official in the court?" Huo Mingheng asked subconsciously, but then he felt that what he said was a bit ridiculous, so he quickly changed his explanation, "You want me to become an official in the court?"

Seeing that she finally got to the point, Luo Liyan grinned happily and touched the right piece of paper, but she felt that it was not enough to express her meaning clearly, so she quickly took the pendant on the side. The sword was placed on the desk.

"Do you want me to be a general?" Huo Mingheng suddenly wondered whether this could be one of the ancestors of their Huo family. Seeing his descendants in ruins like this, he was really angry, so he ran out of the ancestral hall and planned to Come and see for yourself how to make progress.

If this is the case, it would make sense to say that it is not a ghost or a will.

But just when he thought this idea was the most likely, he saw that the swords and Zhangzi were put together on the table.

A rebellious idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

He frowned slightly, feeling his breathing pause for a moment, and then continued to ask tentatively: "Do you want me to enter the court and study both civil and military affairs?"

At this point, Luo Liyan's real purpose was basically explained clearly, so she naturally chose affirmation without hesitation.

Huo Mingheng suddenly sneered and shook his head in amusement, "You really think highly of me. Just like my mother, you want me to practice both literary and martial arts."

Although Luo Liyan couldn't hear his tone, she knew from his expression and the curve of his mouth that she had offended him.

But Luo Liyan had no intention of deceiving a little guy, so even if she had to do it again, she would tell Huo Mingheng her true plan without hesitation.

If he doesn't agree, then she will pester him, and there will always be a day when she lets him follow her.

Luo Liyan carefully pushed the fork towards Huo Mingheng, with a somewhat flattering tone.

As a result, the other party crumpled the piece of paper into a ball without even thinking about it.

Huo Mingheng himself wanted to rub the extremely ugly painting Luo Liyan painted, but just when he put his hand on it, an inexplicable feeling of reluctance arose in his heart.

His fingers struggled twice and finally gave up.

"You'd better not have such ulterior motives in the future, otherwise no matter who you are, I will order someone to collect you." Huo Mingheng's tone was particularly harsh, even with a strong murderous intent.

But when he said this, his expression was clear. When Luo Liyan looked at the words, he really didn't feel much murderous intent.

But she knew that her meaning had been expressed clearly enough, and she didn't bother to explain anything for herself, so she picked up the sword and hung it back to the side.

Looking at the quiet note on the table, Huo Mingheng always felt that the invisible thing seemed to be angry with him. The murderous intention in his heart disappeared, and he even felt a little panicked.

Huo Mingheng sat on the chair, looking at the empty air. After waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for any more noise. For some reason, he started to feel restless.

"You were the one who wanted to take advantage of me, and now you're angry?"

It's a pity that after he asked this question, he was still answered by the cold air.

In fact, it was not that Luo Liyan was angry or felt guilty, but that she heard footsteps outside and was about to enter the room. She quickly closed the phone and put it away from the desk.

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[Silently kneeling down and begging the little cuties for tickets and monthly passes! 】