Murong Xitian grinned, but Xia Ziluo stared back at what he said.
He stroked his forehead, then walked over and put his warm hands on Xia Ziluo's head: "Only those who have no one to protect them need to be strong. You have me, even if the sky falls, my husband will support you."
"Hehe..." Xia Ziluo smiled sweetly, and his bad mood was immediately gone.
"Go and have a rest. I will study other guns for a while." Murong Xitian sent Xia Ziluo to sit on the sofa and prepared to continue practicing the gun.
When the Young Emperor, who was drinking a cocktail, saw him, he threw away the drink decisively and chased after him: "Master, did you agree to teach me how to fly a knife?"
"Wait." After Murong Xitian said that, he plunged into the world of guns.
He was having so much fun that the sky turned white. Xia Ziluo had long since turned into a lazy kitten, and the cat was sleeping soundly on the sofa. She was covered with a blanket with a hellokity pattern, and her face was filled with warmth.
With a sweet smile of contentment.
Murong Xitian glanced at it, his tightly pursed lips slightly raised, and his eyes unconsciously showed a touch of tenderness.
"Don't worry, sir. With me here, I will definitely serve the princess comfortably!" The young emperor, who had been waiting all night, immediately smiled and took credit when he saw Murong Xitian's eyes falling on Xia Ziluo.
Then, he pounced on me like a monkey on a vaulting horse. Even though he hadn't slept all night, he was as energetic as if he had just woken up: "Master, you've finished practicing, are you happy?"
"I will never forget you." Murong Xitian picked up the flying knife on the table and demonstrated it himself.
If he continues to learn, the young emperor will not be as clumsy as he was at the beginning. However, flying knives cannot be mastered in a day or two. Practice makes perfect. He has no shortcuts except practice frequently.
Another half day passed in a flash.
It was almost noon when Xia Ziluo stretched himself and got up.
"Xitian?" She looked at the bed under her in confusion, wondering when she returned to the room.
Murong Xitian, who had just come out of the bath, rushed up to her and hugged her into his arms before drying her head: "I thought our little pig could sleep until dark if I didn't call you."
"You are the pig." Xia Ziluo leaned comfortably in Murong Xitian's arms, "How are you practicing? Do you want to continue practicing?"
"No, shooting is much easier than I thought." Murong Xitian took her hand and put a scent on the back of her hand, "After lunch, I want to go out."
Xia Ziluo immediately turned to glare at him: "Humph, when you have a new love, you don't need the old love."
"Where did the new love come from!" Murong Xitian blinked in confusion.
Xia Ziluo pouted: "Young Emperor!"
Murong Xitian immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Luo'er, he is a boy. Even if he is a girl, in my eyes, he is just a pig. He is not worthy of carrying our shoes, Luo'er."
"What's wrong with men? These days, love between men is everywhere. Huh, maybe you got some stimulation when you traveled through time and space, and you no longer love women but men!" Xia Ziluo pouted, feeling awkward.
Murong Xitian sighed, stretched out his hand to pinch her pink cheeks: "I'm going to learn to fly a plane. What the young emperor means is that this is the empress's territory after all, and it is easy to encounter danger if you leave the villa. The empress wants to eat your flesh and drink your blood now.
Blood, I don’t want you to encounter any danger."
"I'm disguised as a man, who would recognize me?" Xia Ziluo continued to protest, but his voice was obviously much lower.
