Especially airplanes, they can fly in the sky like gods, it’s amazing!
But Xia Ziluo slammed the table: "No! Do you think flying a plane is about riding a horse? You are highly skilled in martial arts and can tame a fierce horse. Does the plane care whether you are a human or a pig? It's just that it can't take off. Once a blind cat encounters a dead mouse and flies up,
, if you fall, you will be like a piece of human flesh."
"Don't underestimate your husband." Murong Xitian looked confident.
He touched Xia Ziluo's head and turned to look at the Young Emperor: "How about we borrow a plane to fly away, is that okay?"
"No... no problem." The corners of the young emperor's mouth twitched, and he wished he could twitch his mouth to see if he was dreaming.
If a person who can't fly a plane wants to fly a plane, is he seeking death, or is he just being stupid?
Xia Ziluo still wanted to protest, but suddenly Murong Xitian reached out and covered her mouth. She was so full of conversation that she couldn't vent her words, so when she got angry, she bit Murong Xitian's palm.
Murong Xitian, however, did not even frown and continued to make requests: "I have another favor that I need you to arrange."
"What a horse?" The young emperor's fearful heart raised to his throat again.
"I want to practice shooting, and I need you to provide a shooting range."
The Young Emperor thought that he was going to make another request for a second offense, but this was the result?
"That's no problem." The Young Emperor responded with a much more confident voice than before.
"Waiting for your news." After saying that, Murong Xitian stood up, hugged Princess Xia Ziluo as if there was no one there, and went upstairs in a few steps.
As soon as he entered the house, Xia Ziluo protested loudly: "You can practice shooting, but I don't allow you to fly a plane!"
"Don't worry, I've memorized the method of flying a plane in my head, but I didn't expect to be able to practice it so soon." Murong Xitian put Xia Ziluo on the bed and pressed him down, making the two of them stack up.
Xia Ziluo was so angry that he didn't pay attention and continued to show his teeth like a kitten: "Shit, who can't talk on paper? If I can't tell, I'm not sure, otherwise I, I... will cry for you!"
"Pfft, she looks like a child, she's only three years old." Murong Xitian was amused by her cute and funny appearance, and then his eyes became serious.
With the beauty in his arms, his desire is quickly recovering.
No matter how cute Xia Ziluo was, she immediately felt the most direct change in his body. Immediately, her cute and attractive face turned into a red tomato: "You, you... you are actually thoughtful at this time..."
"Madam, you are really beautiful. My husband... I would like to have a dessert after dinner." After saying this, Murong Xitian took her sweet lips in his mouth accurately. While the lips were folded together, his agile tongue also got in, and...
Her ambiguous entanglement.
Before Xia Ziluo could exclaim, he was captured by his enthusiasm.
In the blink of an eye, the temperature in the room climbed to the highest point. Sweet whispers that made people blush and heartbeat sounded from time to time from the bedside and floated into the air. In conjunction with the "squeaking" sound of the bed, they sang the song of love.
sonata.
This song lasted a whole afternoon.
Dusk passed by in a flash, and the whole earth was covered with night. As soon as the new moon peeked out, the stars already occupied the entire sky.
They had just finished playing the sonata when there was a knock on the door as if someone had timed it outside.
"Who?" Murong Xitian lazily raised his eyelids, reluctant to leave the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms.
"Master, it's me, young master." The young emperor's voice sounded a bit naughty.
