Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is too Fierce

“What are you doing! Do you know how hard it took me to get you to bed? ”

He shrunk his neck when he was foamed by the palace. He didn't feel humiliated and scared. The child was the most sensitive to emotions. He seemed to feel that the queen was hostile to him, but he was a kind person, so he was not so careful.

“Thanks...”

He grabbed the palace with moist clothes, big eyes as red as a little rabbit, little anxiety and guilt, his voice had not recovered, and he slowed down with a very soft and glutinous child's voice, “Thank you... Wang... sister. ”

A sister-in-law, there is no reason to let the palace change in a foaming style, she feels strangely refreshed!

She finally couldn't help herself, and the little man inside was howling!

Who would have thought that the future King Regent, who slaughtered his father, cleansed the palace of blood, murdered like a leper, would now call her Sister in pity? Who would have thought?!

Seeing her face was soothing, the palace made a clear sense of where the other party's pleasure point was. Although weird, rushed and bumpy, she called out to the royal sister, like a little deer, poor and cute.

This sister-in-law called Miyagi is very popular, and the little boy in front of him doesn't feel much of an obstacle. He was a good boy when he was young!

“You're smart!” With a cold smile, the palace was ready to go, and suddenly a belly beep sounded, and the palace decided that the whole face had turned red, covering its own stomach and staring at her with shyness.

The food she left behind was still in the yard, and now she's just afraid and can't eat it...

Because food is very rare in the Cold House, even if he was always hungry, the small house decided not to talk, but his body did not listen to the call, which made him very ashamed.

Miyagi also heard naturally. Her face was slightly softer. Although she still had no expression on her face, she once again touched a bun from her sleeve.

It's cold, but such a clean bun, the palace hasn't eaten in a long time.

The palace sat beside his bed in a foaming sigh and touched another bottle of water in her hand. She ripped off her bun and threw it into the child's mouth a little bit. The action was very rigid and careful, obviously she did not know how to take care of the child.

So he took a sip and poured a sip.

Little palace is really hungry, in such a quiet cold palace, he can only hear the sound of swallowing, those big eyes squinting, seemingly wondering if it was a dream.

The fingertips of the other party are slightly cold, the obvious look is extremely impatient, but the movement is gentle, and the fingers of the palace foam touch the warm lips of the palace decision every time it is fed, the small mouth is dry and soft, making her feel slightly trembling every time she comes into contact.

It's true, the palace decision in front of you is really just a child.

But then what?

The warmth did not last long, the palace decided to shoot clean hands, saw the small palace decided to talk and hurriedly stopped him.

Carefully ignoring each other's eyes, the palace staggered its eyes with a foamy, rather unpleasant twist, with a cold opening on its face.

“Okay, don't talk... there's nothing I can do to help you with this Cold House crisis. In the future... do yourself a favor! ”

Shaking hearts and sympathy are one thing, but Miyagi knows in her heart that it is impossible for the Virgin to help a man who has slaughtered herself in her previous life, and that the Miyagi chooses the path of the powerful, destined for loneliness, and she is not alone.

After that, I looked at the child's face and panicked. I don't care if they had anything else to say, I turned around and ran away!

The small palace decided to lift up the hand slightly clotted, the small mouth opened open, at the end of the day he didn't say anything, pressed the loss of the bottom of his heart, the wounded look in his big eyes flashed, his sister... just don't want to get into this trouble... unfortunately, he still doesn't know each other's name.

In the early morning, the palace foamed the inner kung fu for two hours before slowly waking up. After practicing the inner kung fu every time, I felt refreshed and refreshed. Last night, the rain and fever were just fine.

It was a little late for her practice in this world, but after all, she practiced once. Once again, she had to practice all the joints with her own hands. In this way, in less than a few years, her inner strength can be recovered.

At this time, the door of her cold palace was pushed open without any courtesy. A palace woman walked in angrily and slammed the food box onto the table, so there was no airway, "Little sick ghost, how come you're not dead! ”

The moment she came in, Miyagi was already lying down. She remembered this Miyagi. This was the third Miyagi to take care of her. The last two had spent a great deal of money changing jobs. Also, who would defend a sick princess? Forget it, she had not died of a miserable sleepover for four years. It was a miracle.

The palace pretended to be a foam before she woke up. When she looked at her, the woman would come to the previous palace every time she was angry. Sometimes she disappeared for a few days. She needed quiet kung fu practice. She also thought about choosing a small palace where she lived in the cold palace. It would be better to move in her heart once and for all.

As soon as her eyes turned, she began to cough desperately with a pad she didn't know where to start. The lady was afraid of illness and was disgusted to go a little further away, but heard the weak sound of the foam.

“Ah... blood! ”

There's blood on that loaf!

This frightened the palace people. Without waiting for her to say anything, the palace foam would be pitiful to say intermittently, "No... it's lungs..." That's contagious!

Now! The palace man hurried out and stayed far away. The palace only relaxed with a smile.

Now, it won't be long before the Cold House where she lives is quarantined, and no one will come to seriously confirm whether an unpopular princess really has lungs, so it's best to let her die for herself.

I think that in the future, besides delivering food, there will be no more people who don't have eyes to come to her trouble, so she can practice in peace. Otherwise, if someone finds out about her abnormality, it will be a real trouble!

As she thought, a number of rushing palace people arrived shortly after. She looked distorted and had a bloodstained pad in her hand. Where did she dare to get close? She quickly isolated this place, placed a few layers of palace lock, and left only a small window for food delivery. She really let herself die. Not cruel for a seven-year-old.

The palace smiled with a smile, so precisely in her arms. After everyone walked away, she finally let go of her heart, jumped out of bed, took a deep breath in the yard and moved her fists and feet.

The sun after the rain sprinkled down like gold, illuminating a little sweat bead on her thin little face. This set of external work she practiced, and the inner work, is a set. There are quite a few categories of external work, like the Tai Chi she knew before, the inner work is also about long, thick and thin hair.