He was hit on the head with a blow, and the door was shut out again.
Ji Rong stared at the door in front of her, almost making a hole in it, her dark eyeballs were about to burst into flames.
A certain emperor was grinding his teeth.
"..."
Yu Li still looked cold and indifferent, and the bag on his head didn't affect him. He was still handsome. He glanced at Ji Rong lightly, and his clear eyes seemed to have a hint of contempt.
Ji Rong: "What are you looking at?"
The black-clothed swordsman went back to the room silently holding his sword, and did not forget to take a look at Bai Jirong before leaving.
Neuropathy.
Sleepless in the middle of the night squatting in the living room to practice immortality, which frightened him a lot, and even got into a fight with him if he didn't agree with each other.
Yu Li despised this so-called dog emperor.
…
Wait until the door of the guest room is closed.
Ji Rong continued to squat on the sofa in the living room to practice immortality, with her arms folded in her hands, her face was gloomy. Just by looking at her face, she fit the legendary image of a handsome and sinister tyrant.
It's a pity to think of some of Ji Rong's actions since he came to modern times... The tyrant's personality has obviously collapsed.
That's why he squatted in the living room most of the night.
I was wondering why Fu Yue was willing to take in this assassin.
Ji Rong thought about many possibilities.
From Qin Chu, a woman who saw the handsome appearance of this assassin and felt different thoughts... to the fact that Qin Chu and this assassin were all together to assassinate him and kill him.
Ji Rong was heartbroken.
So... love really does go away.
He is autistic.
I'm so self-closing that I don't even want to climb the bed.
Ji Rong squatted in the living room for a whole night until she became a child again the next day.
…
Ji Rong was woken up.
He felt something scratching his face, very itchy.
Thinking it was a mosquito at first, the little emperor stretched out his hand to slap it, muttered a few more times, turned over and continued to sleep on the sofa, the sofa was more than enough for a child, even if he turned over, he would not fall off.
Now the little emperor is sleeping facing the back of the sofa.
Turned over.
This time it wasn't the mosquito that tickled him, but directly pulled his hair.
Ji Xiaorong was angry.
He turned over and sat up, turned angrily and fixed his eyes on the culprit, those eyes were so fierce.
The little emperor's movements were so big that he felt a pain in his scalp.
Apparently, the hair was broken.
Yu Li: "..."
He looked at the two strands of hair he was holding in his hand.
He coughed slightly uncomfortably, and then hid his hands behind his back.
Ji Xiaorong, who saw Yu Li's small movements all the way: "..."
He said coldly, "I'm not blind."
Yu Li was like a dull gourd, without saying a word: "..."
There was a long silence.
Yu Li took a few glances at Ji Rong, unable to hide his surprise, "Why are you getting smaller again? Can you switch between the two forms at will? Really..."
The swordsman in black thought for a long time but couldn't think of any particularly good adjectives.
"magic."
His eyes were extremely clear and beautiful, and when he looked at the little emperor, what he said was a sincere exclamation rather than sarcasm.
Yu Li really thought this was amazing.
Ji Rong: "..."
This made him feel even more distressed.
Fantastic hammer.
I always feel that this swordsman seems to be not very smart in terms of brain...
It seems that he is very stubborn and straight.
The little emperor sighed.
Forget it, don't be angry, anger gives room to the devil.
He shouldn't be as knowledgeable as a dude with a big brain.
Ji Xiaorong didn't realize that there was no difference between himself and the second guy.