This was the second slap Yan Zhantian had received from her.
He comes from a famous family. Although he comes from a family of military commanders and has been beaten since he was a child, he has never been beaten in the face.
Not to mention that these two slaps were given by the same person.
Yan Zhantian was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned red unconsciously, and his eyes were filled with mist, and tears threatened to fall from his eyes.
When Jiang saw that he was not moving again, he thought he had been beaten silly, so he pulled his sleeves and pulled him over. He saw that his eyes were red and tears were gathering on his eyelids, trying not to fall off.
"Are you crying?" Jiang You was surprised, rubbed his fingers, and fell into self-doubt.
Did she hit hard just now? No, just use normal force.
Isn't he the God of War? Isn't he a tough guy who bleeds, sweats, and sheds no tears? A mere slap made him cry?
Could it be that there are barbs growing under the mask?
[Crazy Pier sat up in shock in his arms]: Oh, the beautiful man is crying, hurry up, hurry up, I want to listen to you.
[Little Enemy]: I like to see boys cry the most. It is best to cry and say "no" while holding on to the waist, hehehehe...
[The wrongdoer is myself]: The host is awesome and slaps the male protagonist to tears. Is it difficult to end it without a joint burial?
[Men on the left and right]: The new kid is very energetic, I like it. Sister anchor, did you hear that? Hurry up.
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Jiang You ignored the inappropriate barrage and stretched out his hand with a strange expression, preparing to take off his mask.
Yan Zhantian thought she was going to hit him, so he subconsciously took a step back and covered his face with his hands. His eyes as he looked through the night were full of grievances and accusations.
Jiang felt a hint of familiarity in his eyes, and felt a little dazed. He retracted his outstretched hand and said in a gentle voice: "I won't hit you, so stop crying."
"Who's crying!" Yan Zhantian was embarrassed. He didn't know why he suddenly felt sad for a moment, and his tears fell uncontrollably. But how could he, the majestic God of War, imitate the behavior of a weak woman, and get angry after being beaten?
Crying?
It was impossible for him to admit it. He sniffed and said harshly: "I was blinded by the wind and sand!"
"Okay." Jiang You was speechless for a moment. Seeing that he had adjusted himself well, there should be no problem. "The wind is indeed a bit stronger tonight. It's their fault that they actually blew the wind and sand into the prince's eyes."
Yan Zhantian also knew that the excuse he made was poor, but no matter how bad it was, it was better than crying. When he was a child, he was spanked until his butt blossomed without crying. He went on the battlefield and was seriously injured without crying. How could he cry after a mere slap?
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Yan Zhantian gathered his emotions, suppressed a trace of weirdness in his heart, and asked with vigilant eyes: "Are you relieved of your anger? Let's go when you're angry. It's important to find clues."
"Yes." Jiang responded again, without explaining that he was not angry. If he thought so, then that was it. If he knew that he had been slapped for nothing, Jiang was afraid that he would make him cry.
Where is the promised Ares Prince, a tough guy of steel, but why is he so squeamish?
Compared with the world of novels she has experienced, Yan Zhantian's male protagonist's setting is too deviant, but Jiang does not have the plot of this world as a reference, and is not sure whether he is mentally ill, so he can only stand still and wait and see.
changed.
However, Jiang You found his current temperament quite cute and no longer objected to physical contact with him.
The temple was some distance away from the capital. Yan Zhantian took Jiang You to the city gate and left the city through a secret passage.
Someone responded outside the city. Yan Zhantian led a horse, grabbed Jiang You's waist with one hand, and easily picked her up on the horse's back.
Jiang You felt the world spin for a while, and the person was already on the horse. Yan Zhantian jumped up, sat behind her, pulled her into his arms, held the reins and kicked the horse's belly lightly, and the horse started running.
There were more than ten people behind him, all riding horses to follow.