Chapter 1148: My Gentle Tyrant (30)

He was hammered on the skull and locked out again.
Ji Rong stared at the door in front of him, almost staring out of a hole, and the dark eyes were about to burst into flames.
An emperor is grinding his teeth.
"..."
Yu Li still looked cold and indifferent, and the bag on his head didn't affect his handsomeness. He glanced at Ji Rong lightly, and his clear eyes seemed to be a little contemptuous.
Ji Rong: "What to look at."
The black-clothed swordsman silently returned to the room holding his sword, and before leaving, he didn't forget to give Bai Jirong a look.
Neuropathy.
In the middle of the night, he didn't go to sleep and squatted in the living room to cultivate immortality.
Yu Li despised this so-called dog emperor.
...
After the room door is closed.
Ji Rong continued to squat on the sofa in the living room, cultivating immortals, holding his arms in both hands, with a sullen expression. Just looking at the face, he fits the legendary image of a handsome tyrant.
It's a pity that I think of some actions Ji Rong has made since he arrived in the modern era... The tyrant's personality has obviously collapsed.
The reason why he squatted in the living room in the middle of the night was that.
I wondered why Fu Yue was willing to take in this assassin.
Ji Rong thought about many possibilities.
From the woman Qin Chu saw that the assassin was handsome, she changed her mind... In fact, Qin Chu and this assassin were a group who came to assassinate him and kill him.
Ji Rong was heartbroken.
So... love will really disappear.
He is autistic.
Autistic to the point that I don’t want to climb the bed.
Ji Rong squatted all night in the living room until she became a child again the next day.
...
Ji Rong was awakened.
He felt something scratching his face, itchy.
At first thought it was a mosquito, the little emperor stretched out his hand to pat, then muttered twice, turned over and continued to sleep on the sofa, he was more than enough for a child to sleep on the sofa, even if he turned it over, he would not fall off.
The little emperor now sleeps facing the back of the sofa.
Turned over.
This time it was not the mosquito that tickles him, so he grabbed his hair directly.
Ji Xiaorong was angry.
He rolled over and sat up, turning angrily to his eyes and staring at the culprit, with a fierce look in his eyes.
The little emperor's movements were a bit big, so that he felt a pain in his scalp.
Obviously, the hair is broken.
Yu Li: "..."
He looked at the two hairs in his hand.
He coughed slightly uncomfortably, then hid his hands behind his back.
Ji Xiaorong, who watched Yu Li's small movements throughout his eyes: "..."
He whizzed coldly, "I am not blind."
Yu Li was like a dull gourd, without a word: "..."
There was a long silence.
Yu Li glanced at Ji Rong, his eyes couldn't hide his surprise, "Why are you getting smaller again? Can you switch between the two forms at will? Really..."
The black swordsman thought for a long time but didn't think of any particularly good adjectives.
"magical."
His eyes were extremely clear and beautiful, and when he looked at the little emperor, what he said was a sincere sigh rather than a satire.
Yu Li really thought this was amazing.
Ji Rong: "..."
This made him feel more heartbroken.
A magic hammer.
I always feel that this swordsman is not very clever in his head...
It seems that there is a tendon, and he is straight.
The little emperor sighed.
Forget it, don't be angry, angry leave room for the devil.
He shouldn't have a general knowledge of someone who has a good mind.
Ji Xiaorong didn't realize that he was no different from Erbi.