"Hey~ What a stingy person!" Murong Qianqian sighed and found that her feet were numb and her legs were cramping after maintaining a half-crouched posture for a long time, so she subconsciously reached out and grabbed a stick and stood up.

But when she held it in her hand, she felt something was wrong in her hand, because the thing was getting bigger, harder, and hotter.

She subconsciously lowered her head to look, and the nosebleeds came out again. It turned out that what she was holding was Xuanyuan Yao's flesh, and it was an extremely huge flesh.

She thought that her luck today was really to win the Mark Six Lottery. Just now she was wondering what it would be like to hold on to that thing, but now God helped her realize it.

Murong Qianqian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her whole body was filled with heat. The fever made her mouth dry, her blood boiling, and she felt dizzy.

At this time, a rough voice sounded above the head, "Don't let me go yet!"

Suddenly, Murong Qianqian felt as if she was electrocuted. She let go of her hand and said, "Well... I really didn't mean it. I thought it was... Yaoyao, why do you have a nosebleed too?"

Xuanyuan Yao's cheeks were twitching so much that they were almost twisted, and his eyes were burning with raging fire of desire. When Murong Qianqian asked, he subconsciously wiped his nose.

When he saw it, he really had a nosebleed. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are allowed to have a nosebleed, but I am not allowed to have a nosebleed?"

…

Nan Lingqi's fantasy is a bit strange. It is not like the fantasy of the Water Demon King when they entered it. The plot here does not develop sequentially, but jumps.

According to Xuanyuan Yao, this was because Nan Lingqi was struggling with his thinking, so many scenes jumped past quickly, only showing the deepest memories in his heart.

Now, they are sitting on a tall locust tree. When the breeze blows, many scattered petals are flying in the wind.

The vast expanse of small white flowers covered the sky. If it weren't for the faint fragrance in the air, I would have thought that what I was seeing was a heavy snow like goose feathers.

Murong Qianqian felt a little cold, so she subconsciously tightened her arms. Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yao stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.

Leaning on such a generous and warm chest, Murong Qianqian felt very happy, but the only thing she was dissatisfied with was that Xuanyuan Yao's hug was not tight enough.

She trembled, bit her lip and said coquettishly: "Cold~ Yaoyao, I may have a cold and fever. I feel very cold now. Can you hug me tighter?"

This sentence worked very well, and Xuanyuan Yao hugged her tighter, his strong arms almost rubbing her into her bones.

Murong Qianqian secretly stuck out her tongue, her eyes curved into two crescent moons, and she smiled very wickedly, but she didn't notice that Xuanyuan Yao behind her smiled even more wickedly.

Under the tree.

Fusang is no longer the little girl she was a moment ago. She is now slim and graceful, with an innocent smile on her charming face.

Wearing a long white dress, she danced gracefully in the rain of flowers flying in the sky, light and cheerful, like a happy flower elf.

Next to her, Nan Lingqi, who was in his early twenties, was sitting on a stone bench, turning the white jade wine cup carelessly with his slender fingers and looking at Fusang with a smile.

There was a warmth that you couldn't usually see in his eyes, like melting thousand-year-old ice, and his handsome face added a bit of brightness that should belong to his age.

"Qi, am I dancing beautifully?" Fusang's voice was like a silver bell, clear and beautiful.

Nan Lingqi curled her lips, reached out and grabbed Fusang's wrist, and then pulled her into his arms.

Looking at the woman sitting on top of him, a doting light appeared in his eyes. He slightly lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of her hair, "My Fusang will always be the most beautiful woman in the world."

Fusang chuckled, poked Nan Lingqi's chest with her green-green fingers, and said coquettishly: "These are sweet words. What if you dislike me for not being the most beautiful in the future?"

Nan Lingqi raised his hand and grabbed her finger with a serious expression, "I said that Fuso is the most beautiful, don't you believe it?"

"Believe it, I believe it!" Fusang nodded heavily.

Along with the falling flowers all over the sky, these words gradually dispersed with the breeze, so empty that they had no support.

Murong Qianqian leaned on Xuanyuan Yao's shoulder, thinking that Fusang actually loved Nan Lingqi so much, and he loved her so foolishly.

She suddenly thought that women in love are said to have low IQs. She also likes Xuanyuan Yao very much now, so she is also stupid. She raised her head and asked: "Yao Yao, do you think her IQ has become lower recently?"

Xuanyuan Yao raised his brows and said indifferently: "Have you ever been smart?"

Murong Qianqian: "..."

After the two of them finished speaking, the scene in front of them changed suddenly.

The locust tree under their buttocks suddenly disappeared, and they felt that their bodies were empty, and they suddenly felt weightless. Fortunately, Xuanyuan Yao showed his Qinggong, and they stood firmly on the ground.

It was probably in a private room of a restaurant. Nan Lingqi was sitting alone in the room. There were many empty wine bottles around him.

Maybe he was a little drunk, his eyes were blurred and scattered, but he still drank one cup after another, looking like he couldn't wait to get drunk.

With a "bang~" sound, the door of the box suddenly opened.

Fusang appeared in front of Nan Lingqi with an anxious look on his face, bent down and squatted in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qi, don't drink, drunkenness will harm your health."

Nan Lingqi stared at her with unresponsiveness. After a moment, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Haha, it doesn't matter if it hurts my body. Maybe it won't be long before this prince is no longer the prince."

He drank another glass of wine and said in a low voice: "Fusang, you can leave. I may not need you anymore, so you can go."

Fusang's face turned pale and he held Nan Lingqi's big palm tightly, "I won't leave. I know you are worried that after the third prince takes away your position as crown prince, he will start to deal with the people around you.

But Qi, have you forgotten? I am a nine-tailed fox, I am a spiritual beast with magical power, no one can hurt me, I can take you away.

As long as you are by my side, it doesn't matter whether it's the end of the world or not, I can do it. Let's leave together, okay?" Her eyes were full of hope.

Nan Lingqi smiled coldly, threw her hand away, and shouted: "This prince is not going to be a coward, what ability does the third prince have?

Just marrying the daughter of the Minister of War, do you think that with some military power and a few victorious battles, you can take away the position of the prince?

Now, although my father intends to give him the position of prince, as long as this prince is alive, he will not let the third prince succeed, absolutely not."
Chapter completed!