Chapter 415: This seat is your future husband

No ... not so perverted, right? !!
Ning Xuemo called a knowledgeable maid and asked her if the women in this world had promised others that there would be signs of heaven coming down.
For example, thunder or something ...
The maid shook her head and said she had never heard of this.
Sending out the maid, Ning Xuemo rubbed the cinnabar mole on her brows, a little tired.
Forget it, don't think about it. There are too many strange things happening to myself, not many of them.
She stepped out of the door, but found no trace of Shi Tianlong, who had been standing at the door. She made another round in Hou's house, and found no other inner guards.
She was puzzled, so she called Lao Zhong to inquire, and Lao Zhong reported to her: "Little master, General Shi, they were sent away by Mr. Han."
Ning Xuemo: "..."
Shi Tianlong, weren't they ordered to 'protect' her?
How could he be so easily dismissed by Mr. Han?
She didn't look well. It was obviously her place. That person did not dare to forcibly move in, and exercised her powers instead of her!
On what grounds? !!
Ning Xuemo felt a threatened status, sneering: "Who does he think he is? He can easily send someone for me ..."
"This seat is your future husband." A voice sounded lightly behind her.
Ning Xuemo turned around, and saw Han Shanyue strolling around from the side of the path, and stopped three meters away from her: "Those people are only ordered to monitor you, so that you must not escape in ten days. Ben I think they're annoying and I'll kill you. Why? You're dissatisfied? "
"Mr. Han, please remember, this is my home. I want to send someone who doesn't need to bother you to drive the elderly!" Ning Xuemo didn't want to talk to him and turned away.
Han Shanyue stood there, didn't speak any more, but just glanced into her eyes for a moment of contemplation.
The old clock stood with his breath held. Although it was daylight, although the sky was just right, the Mr. Han stood there, his face was clear and unobstructed, but he still could not see his face.
After all, the old clock is knowledgeable, knowing that there is a kind of kung fu called "hide face surgery" in this world, which can hide the face without a mask, so that others can't see it anyway. Even if it is seen occasionally, it can't be in mind. Make an impression and forget about it.
Cultivating this kind of kung fu requires mental ability of level 9 or above. There are not many people who can reach this level on this continent, and they can be counted with five fingers.
Such a top and top master turned out to be a (son-in-law) of the Houfu of Jingyuan, and Lao Zhong was happy for his little master.
When he saw the little master, he didn't give the respect to the lord, so he just walked away, lest he would remember to hate his little master, and he said busyly: "Mr. Han, my master just has encountered too many things recently, so he has some temperament. Weird, in fact, she is very good at talking and has a good temper ... "
She's temperamental?
Heshun is just her appearance, right?
In the bones is a little fox ...
Han Shanyue turned and sat down on a stone bench next to her. She turned her eyes on the old clock: "What has happened to her recently? You talk about it."
He sat there, under a flower tree, with numerous petals falling down in the autumn wind, but none of them fell on him, and he didn't even dare to drift in this direction ...