Chapter 1148 My Gentle Tyrant (30)

He received a blow on the head and was locked out again.

Ji Rong stared at the door in front of her, almost making a hole in it, and her dark eyes 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 as he was still handsome as hell. He glanced at Ji Rong indifferently, his clear eyes seemed to have a hint of contempt.

Ji Rong: "What are you looking at?"

The swordsman in black silently hugged his sword and returned to the room. Before leaving, he did not forget to glance at Bai Jirong again.

Neuropathy.

He stayed up most of the night and squatted in the living room cultivating immortality. He was shocked and even started fighting with him when they disagreed.

Yu Li despised this so-called dog emperor.

…

Wait until the guest room door closes.

Ji Rong continued to squat on the sofa in the living room to cultivate immortality, folding his arms with his hands and a gloomy expression. Just looking at that face, he quite fit the legendary image of a handsome and sinister tyrant.

It's a pity that when you think about some of Ji Rong's actions since arriving in modern times... the character of this tyrant has obviously collapsed.

That's why he squatted in the living room most of the night.

I wonder why Fu Yue is willing to take in this assassin.

Ji Rong thought about many possibilities.

From the moment Qin Chu, a woman, saw the assassin's beauty and became distraught... to the fact that Qin Chu and the assassin were in the same group, they all came to assassinate him and take his life.

Ji Rong was heartbroken.

So...love really does disappear.

He is autistic.

I'm so autistic that I don't even want to climb into bed.

Ji Rong squatted in the living room all night until she turned into a child again the next day.

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Ji Rong was woken up.

He felt something scratching his face, itching very much.

At first he thought it was a mosquito, so the little emperor stretched out his hand to swat it, grunted twice, turned over and continued sleeping on the sofa. The sofa was more than enough for him as a child, and he would not fall off even if he turned over.

Now the little emperor is sleeping facing the back of the sofa.

Turned over.

This time, instead of tickling him, the mosquitoes directly pulled his hair.

Ji Xiaorong was angry.

He turned over and sat up, turned angrily and stared at the culprit, his eyes fierce as hell.

The little emperor's movements were a bit big, so much so that he felt a pain in his scalp.

It was obvious that the hair was broken.

Yu Li: "..."

He looked at the two hairs he held in his hand.

He coughed slightly uncomfortably, and then hid his hands behind his back.

Ji Xiaorong watched Yu Li's little moves: "..."

He said coldly: "I'm not blind."

Yu Li was like a dull gourd, without saying a word: "..."

There was silence for a long time.

Yu Li glanced at Ji Rong for a few times, his eyes completely concealing the surprise, "Why have you become smaller again? Can you switch between the two forms at will? It's 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. When he looked at the little emperor, what he said was a sincere sigh rather than sarcasm.

Yu Li really thought this was magical.

Ji Rong: "..."

This made him feel even more heartbroken.

A magical hammer.

I always feel like this swordsman is not very smart...

He seems to be very one-minded and straight.

The little emperor sighed.

Forget it, don't be angry, being angry leaves room for the devil.

He shouldn't have the same understanding as a stupid idiot.

Ji Xiaorong didn't realize at all that there was no difference between herself and the second pussy.