Chapter 1147: The adorable little general who has become the "Oiran" (32)
Thinking about it, the girl couldn't help but glared bitterly at a certain Duck Duck Eagle who was still dozing off outside.
It was so staring that it almost fell to the ground.
[...It's none of Benga's business! You know, Ben Ga can't choose these things! ! ]
Ya Ya wailed even more aggrievedly.
Back to the duck!
[Hmph, I don't care, I haven't had a good time for a long time! ]
Facing Ya Ya's brain protest, the little guy only gave it a pair of cold eyes.
Humbling badly, [I am going to be a bad kid in this life! ]
[...Ga? ]
Ya Ya stayed, suddenly didn't understand the meaning of Xiang Xing's words.
I saw her withdrawing the sound transmission and entering the secret, and then paused, unexpectedly—
Directly in front of Feng Lan, two pitiful tears were squeezed out.
Seeing this scene, the man who was still laughing arbitrarily, his smile instantly solidified at the corner of his mouth.
"...Little General, what's wrong with you?"
He tried to ask subconsciously, but when the voice fell, he saw two lines of hot tears, dripping from the little guy's red and moist eyes...
This really shocked Feng Lan, and a trace of panic suddenly appeared in the bottom of his eyes.
He hurriedly circled his arms tighter, soothing as softly as possible, "Why did you cry all of a sudden?...Oh, little general, if you don't want to play with me, just say it straight. Yeah, don’t be like this, okay? Huh?..."
"...It's not that I don't want to play with you."
Xiang Xing sucked his nose fiercely with a thick nasal voice.
The little head hung weakly, and continued to mumble, "It's just that no one has ever said that they want to accompany me to play, go shopping or something... You are the first..."
As he said, the little guy blinked his eyes softly, then made a whimper, and plunged his little head directly into the man's arms.
"So..."
Listening to her crying words, Feng Lan's eyes were full of pity, and she hurriedly raised her hand and gently rubbed the little furry head.
Continue to comfort softly, "Okay, okay, don't I want to take you to play?... Let's have a good time today, no matter what else, okay? Huh?"
"……Really?"
Feeling that Feng Lan really had "signs of biting the hook", Xiang Xing couldn't help clenching his small fist in his heart, and said yes.
Immediately pursed her pink lips, as if she had been courageous, she carefully continued to try to ask, "Then, what about the sage? As an imperial horse general, I have to protect him at all times..."
"Huh? You don't have to worry about this at all"
Hearing this, the man couldn't help but smile.
He raised his brows triumphantly, "The Holy Lord is in my Fengxiang Tower, and shadow guards are watching at any time, and there is obviously a sister who protects him personally, to ensure that he will not fall off a dragon hair!"
"So you, General, you can play with me with confidence, if something really happens, I'll carry it for you, eh?"
As he said, his head suddenly dropped, and he blinked quickly at her.
"...Well, then I'm relieved."
Listening to Feng Lan's guarantee of packing a ticket, Xiang Xing responded with a glutinous expression, but he smiled in his heart.
[Duck, look, I have reached Fenglan, hehehe! ]
She couldn't help turning on the sound transmission again, showing off to the duck and duck who was watching.
Humph, she lied smoothly, followed Feng Lan's routine, and successfully buckled Situ Ling's broken pot on his head.
It's not hard to be a bad kid.