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The craziest regent in Shengjing picked up the stupidest little beggar.
When he kills someone, she hands him candy; when he sets fire, she hugs her legs and shouts, "Don't burn the grass."
The civil and military officials throughout the court were trembling, fearing that one day the tyrant would be in a bad mood and bring the world to a boil, but no one could have imagined that——
The living King of Hell with mysophobia would kneel on one knee on a snowy night and gently hold a dirty little beggar into his arms...
Small daily life 1
In the evening, red lights were hung on the eaves of the palace. Luo Yaoyao held up half of the candied haws and ran to the study on tiptoe.
"Little brother——" The ending sound was soft and waxy.
In front of the case, the man was reviewing the papers. When he heard the sound, he raised his head, and his murderous aura instantly turned into spring water.
"Slow down."
"There's only one candied haws left, here it is for you!"
She raised her little hand high, and the sugar shell was stained with snow, shining brightly.
Mo Xuanjin leaned over, without taking the candy, he first held her fingertips and put them in his palm to warm them.
"My hands are so cold and I'm still running around."
His tone was fierce, but his movements were as light as if he was afraid of touching the broken snow. Luo Yaoyao blinked and stuffed the last candy into his mouth.
"Is it sweet?"
The man chuckled, his voice hoarse: "Sweet."
Snow fell silently outside the window, and the lights inside the house were warm and yellow.
She leaned on his lap and quietly counted the stars on the candy wrapper. When she reached the third one, she snored. Mo Xuanjin gathered the cloak tightly and closed the fold smoothly.
Small daily life 2
In the early morning, in the palace garden, Yin Ren was lying on the stone steps, his tail lazily sweeping up the fallen leaves, and Luo Yaoyao was squatting in front of it, holding a small bowl.
"Drink bone soup stewed with medicinal herbs and grow taller!"
The Wolf King tilted his head in disgust, but the next second he lowered his head and finished the drink in one gulp.
After drinking, he licked her palms and rubbed his furry ears against her cheeks.
Crow Mo Yu landed on the wolf's back and squeaked twice: "Silly wolf, pretending to be cool again."
The silver blade flicked its tail, knocking the crow over.
Luo Yaoyao burst into laughter, and flower petals fell on the tips of her hair.
The wolf's tail swept over and brushed away the petals for her, his movements as gentle as protecting a cub.
Purpose: Everyone has their own way of living