MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 20

Han Yun had guessed what Fu Yuan was before. He thought about many possibilities. When he really saw it, he still had some visual impact.

Fu Yuan is a monster.

It was another huge boom suddenly, the sound was deafening, and with the wind, Han Yun was really frightened and shouted, and flinched into Fuyuan's arms immediately.

Fu Yuan hugged him tightly and bowed his head, "Your Majesty is not afraid."

This thunder came for a while, and Han Yun was caught off guard, and he would be frightened. His head narrowed in Fu Yuan's arms, and his voice calmed down: "I'm not afraid ..."

After the loud noise, it was rain again, and the thunder suddenly stopped. Han Yun was slowly getting better. Fu Yuan walked very quickly. After placing Han Yun on a soft bed, Han Yun grabbed his palm suddenly: "Mysterious, you turn on the light."

"I'm not afraid of you, aren't you scary, aren't you just a long horn ..." Besides that horn, although it was just a quick glance, it seems weird. The two black ones ... look like some elixir, not Appalling.

Han Yun took his arm, and the other hand moved up a little bit: "Let me touch, I don't discriminate against you monsters, what kind of monster are you?"

He touched the elephant like a blind man, slap it on the cheek of the teacher.

Fu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Han Yun continued to move up, holding his wrist in one hand, and Fu Yuan's voice was still, echoing in the silent darkness: "Your Majesty, the horns of the minister, you can't touch them randomly."

"If you touch it ...?" Han Yun said, "If I have long horns, I will allow you to touch it. If you let me touch it, just click it ..."

The horn is a very sensitive part and also his weakness. If someone touches his horn, it will offend him, but if it is touched by a close person ...

Han Yun didn't answer when he saw him, and he became sullen. He let go of his hand: "Forget it, don't give it if you don't touch it." It is not necessary to touch, he is just curious. The first living monster.

He was thinking in his head what animal horns this was.

This is not the same as the Devil King on TV. It is not the horn that looks very rough, but another one. It is more smart and beautiful. The black surface glows a little blue light, much like antlers, but not like antlers. So slender.

The thunder was almost stopped at this time, but the sound of pouring rain continued. Han Yun sat on his bed and stared at the darkness quietly: "Master Fu, please help me turn on the TV, I will continue to watch TV . "

Turning on the TV is tantamount to driving him out.

Just when Han Yun thought that Fu Yuantie wasn't as happy as he wished, he heard a sigh.

Fu Yuan compromised: "Only touch it."

Han Yun was happy and nodded desperately: "Just a moment, I saw everything, you don't hide, just turn on the lights."

During the thunderstorm night, those mad sands covering the sky came back to Fu Yuan from all around the house, wrapped around his body and limbs, and slowly turned into a gilt black robe on him.

"Patter--" The light in the room turned on.

Han Yun finally saw clearly.

The horn was indeed terrible, but it was very cute, and it was similar to his first impression. It really looked like a valuable medicinal material, and it had certain similarities with antlers.

And the state teacher, he and the people in Han Yun's memory, there is no difference in appearance, such an amazing pose, tall and erect, under the light of the bedroom, he stood in front of Han Yun, like an old dream . Fu Yuan's eyes, like the abyss-like dark, whirlpool hidden.

When Han Yun looked up at him, his heart was involuntarily small, and Fu Yuan looked as handsome as a god, so he was like a true dragon emperor, and this man who had been an emperor for several years had to be thunderous. Hug!

He looked up at the corner on Fu Yuan's head, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he extended his hand.

The meaning is obvious.

Ai Qing, let me touch you.

Fu Yuan Jingjing stared at him for two seconds, his eyes were deep, there was something completely invisible to Han Yun, and then Fu Yuan slowly lowered his head, it seemed like a gesture of surrender.

Han Yun didn't know what this meant for Fu Yuan.

He slowly reached out his hand and carefully touched the pair of black horns exuding a sense of famine, and then he was bolder, holding his entire horn with his palm, and rubbing his thumb lightly.

At the moment he caught it, Fuyuan's immutable calmness suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes slightly, feeling as if he had been captured by the soul, and was almost suppressed by the monstrous fierceness hidden behind him. Can't live, soar into the sky.

Where Han Yun couldn't see, the robe corner of his black robe turned into flowing sand, forming a tail-like shape.

The horns are hard and feel strange, and there are some invisible fluff on the surface, which feels very comfortable to touch, like a living thing, and still moves. Han Yun couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to touch it a few more times. As a result, the Chinese teacher brushed his sleeves, his voice became mute, and he could not see his expression at all: "Your Majesty, it's enough."

Han Yun glanced at him, and felt that if he didn't let go, something bad could happen ... He reluctantly let go of his horns and looked at him and said, "Mysterious, your horns are so easy Can I touch it tomorrow? "

Fu Yuan was indifferent to this: "No."

Han Yunpan looked up and took out the emperor's magnificence: "I'm the emperor, you want to listen to me."

Fu Yuan lowered his head, reached out and touched his head, his voice softened: "Your Majesty wants to be obedient."

Han Yun went to the throne at the age of twelve.

At that time, he was young, and the master was like the master of this country. His rights far surpassed his own emperor. Han Yun was very afraid of him. Some even heard some gossip in his ears: "I heard the two emperors ... It was all killed by this demon master! This demon cultivates essence, and needs the essence of the true dragon! "

Han Yun was young and couldn't hide his fear of hiding. After becoming emperor, the first time the Master sought to see him, his face turned pale with the terrible coercion of the tall man.

"Your Majesty is afraid of the minister?" The National Teacher took a step forward.

Han Yun was snoozing secretly for fear that he would eat himself.

He can't forget it all his life. Fu Yuan touched the top of his head, as if he had thought through his mind, and said, "Don't be afraid, he won't eat people."

Slowly, the National Teacher gained his trust. Han Yun was unable to carry the world alone, but everything was assisted by Fu Yuan. He was his own teacher and his own loved ones. He couldn't help himself in the royal family, and the teacher loved him very much.

Where can most people dare touch the emperor's hair, only adults Fu has this courage! Some eunuchs had seen this scene, and they were so scared that they felt that the master was brave, and this was raised by the emperor as a son! But after thinking about it, the emperor is all his concubine. What does he want to do to the emperor? Isn't that easy?

Han Yun thought of this, and murmured in his mouth, "It didn't matter before, now I'm not young anymore, and still treat me as a child." He died for a thousand years!

Although ... seriously, he hasn't lived for many years. When he died, he was three months away from his birthday. If you don't count the one thousand years that suddenly jumped in the middle, he can weigh another month. Become a real adult.

Fu Yuan laughed when he heard him say, "Even if your Majesty grows up, you have to be obedient."

He said, "It's early, Your Majesty needs to wash."

Han Yun said aloud, got out of bed, he went to the cloakroom to change a set of pajamas, and took a new one, and handed it to Fu Yuan: "Modern people wear this to sleep ..." After finishing, he realized, This house is owned by a state teacher, and the contents are also prepared by the state teacher. He must know more than himself.

He went into the bathroom, rinsed his mouth, put some hot water in the bathtub, and planned to wait for a bath. Turning his head, he saw Fu Yuan, who was standing barefoot in his bedroom, changing pajamas,

The original body of him seemed to have been transformed by mana, but now it has disappeared. He is naked, tall and perfect, like Michelangelo's sculpture, with perfect muscle lines. Han Yun dreamed of such a body.

But I'm not bad either. After so many years of illness, I finally live healthier.

Han Yun only looked for a few moments, then turned his head and found a new electric toothbrush. His mouth was filled with toothpaste foam, and he vaguely called him: "Mystery, come and wash with me."

Fu Yuan put on his clothes, his robes were loose, and he could barely put them on, just clinging tightly to the muscles.

He poured a glass of water without a word, and stood in front of the sink to wash with Han Yun. Han Yun bowed his head with a handful of water, squeezed the cleansing milk in his palm, and frothed up his hands very skillfully Face rubbing on both hands.

Now he has become a lot of self-reliance, and is no longer the waste emperor who cares about everything.

While washing his face, Han Yun turned his head to look at him: "Master Fu, what kind of monster are you? Lu Jing? Your horn ..." Han Yun suddenly thought of the royal mascot-Dragon. But no one has ever seen this creature, and Han Yun is a little uncertain: "Or ... the dragon?"

Fu Yuan ignored his guess. Looking at himself with long horns in the mirror, he turned his head and didn't look at it. He didn't seem to like himself, otherwise he wouldn't hide himself, and would never let the little emperor see his face.

Han Yun took a bath and saw Fu Yuan still in his room.

He was covered with the fragrance of shower gel, wet hair against his white neck, and dripping water all the way, the floor was covered with deep and shallow water.

Fu Yuan looked at him, his eyes became deeper.

Han wiped his hair with a towel, opened the drawer and looked for a hairdryer: "Xuan Zhu, is there a bedroom next to me? Why are you still in my room, I don't need to wait."

Fu Yuan watched him deeply, and said, "Here for me."

"Warmbed?" Han Yun looked at him, "I don't need ..." The voice didn't fall, and there was another boom outside the window.

Han Yun: "..."

This is the thunderstorm day. The rain stopped and started again. After the thunder stopped, it started again.

He went to the window and glanced at it, wondering how long the rain would last, and whether there would be thunder at night.

He closed the curtains and turned to look at the corner on the head of the Master.

"Warm, warm, let me lie down on the bed." Maybe at midnight, he could sneak a touch of his horn.