Chaos, life and death, I don’t know what night it is.
Feng Weihuan was exhausted a long time ago. Nanming held her in his arms and poured out love again and again. The beast finally returned to its cage and reason gradually returned.
His slender hands stroked the bruises on his fair skin, and he lowered his head and kissed her gently.
He sighed with satisfaction: I don’t want to talk too much about the process of this hunt, but the result was finally what I wanted.
His little princess finally faced her heart, and he could marry her home with peace of mind.
Kissing her face lustfully, he reached out and sealed her sleeping hole.
After cleaning her up carefully, Nan Ming slowly helped her put on clothes and tidied herself up before hugging her and kicking open the locked door.
It was already dark outside the door.
Nanming walked to the courtyard and got on the carriage at the door.
*
When we arrived at Prince Chen's Mansion, the carriage stopped.
Kang Chuwu, who had been pounding melon seeds all over the ground and was bored with waiting, became excited when he saw Nanming.
"Master Nan, a moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold. It's quite early for you..."
Without saying a word, Nan Ming hugged the person with one hand and struck down a sharp palm wind with the other hand.
"Your grandma's—"
Kang Chuwu quickly dodged, stretched out his hand and pulled out his pistol.
Nan Ming moved faster than her, and the soft sword from his sleeve flew out and stabbed Kang Chuwu's neck.
The gray shadow flashed, and Feng Su swung his long sword to slash at the soft sword.
But the soft sword was actually harder than a long sword, and its attack continued unabated, but stopped when it was about to stab Kang Chuwu.
Despite this, the sharp sword energy still cut through Kang Chuwu's skin, causing blood to ooze out.
Feng Su's face darkened, and he swung his sword away, but was stopped by Kang Chuwu: "Feng Lang, stop."
She saw that Nan Ming did not hurt her, he was just trying to express his dissatisfaction with the design.
"Haha, the ancient sword 'Yan Zhi' is bloodthirsty right out of its sheath. Mr. Nan, he hides it deeply enough!" Kang Chuwu chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I had known that Mr. Nan was so powerful.
I won’t worry about it anymore. But—"
She pushed away Nan Ming's sword with her hand, glanced at Feng Weihuan in his arms, and said coldly: "The princess is the sister of King Chen. I don't know whether you are sincere or fake in your treatment of her, no matter which way it is.
, please remember: If you dare to betray her, I will never forgive you, and King Chen’s people will crush you to ashes and make you regret coming to this world."
Nan Ming said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't give King Chen and you this chance. Take good care of her, and when she returns to Prince Yan's Mansion, I will come to propose marriage."
Kang Chuwu nodded, speaking like a man.
She stretched out her hand and gestured to hand Feng Weihuan over to her.
Nan Ming hesitated for a moment, then carefully handed the person to Kang Chuwu: "Tap the sleeping point. Use 10% of the force to relieve the point."
Kang Chuwu saw that his eyes were glued to Feng Weihuan, his expression softened a little, and he hugged humanity and said: "If you marry the princess, you will only have her as one woman for the rest of your life, let alone concubines.
You can’t even have an outer room, remember that.”
"Okay." Nan Ming agreed without even thinking.
Kang Chuwu smiled and said: "Okay, then you can go. Don't worry, leave the rest to me and keep it safe so that you and the princess can happily get married."
Nanming: "..."
Take your uncle's heart at ease! He only believed this female bandit's lies because his brain was caught in the door.
