MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 9

The pinholes were small, and the blood on Han Yun's feet soon stopped.

Seeing Louis cry, a large group of people gathered around to hug him, comfort him, and even called an ambulance. Han Yun suddenly wanted to cry—he also hurt, and he stepped on the needle.

But no one came to ask him how he was doing, whether it hurt.

He couldn't help thinking that if he was emperor and hurt, everyone would be nervous for him ...

After thinking about the beginning, Han Yun didn't want to continue thinking about it. He used a tissue to press his own pin-eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more wronged he was.

The show guide held Louis and asked him what was going on: "Do you also have pinholes on your feet?"

Han Yun said, "Some people were stuck in the grass." Louis climbed into his arms, and Han Yun held him, but he didn't know how to say the Korean language in Western, and there was no way to comfort him. Touched his head.

Xiudao's face was dignified.

Han Yun: "I don't know who did it."

Show guide: "I know, I will investigate."

Both the morning and afternoon rehearsals were okay. That said, the needle was hidden in the grass before the audience entered the venue. Just ask who was not there at that time, and it was easy to find out who it was.

With so many staff, there are always people who see it.

"You don't want to speak up about this."

Han Yun felt a pain in the soles of his feet. He threw the **** tissue in the trash bin next to him and looked up at Xiudao: "I can't say a word, but if I can't find out who it is, I'll ... call the police."

Maybe because Han Yun suffered a work injury, he was paid 800 more than his salary, because his feet hurt so much that he didn't even participate in the celebration party, so he took a taxi.

He happily bought a carton of milk downstairs in the community, and when he carried him upstairs, his feet were still limping, and he didn't know whether it was pain or psychological effect.

As soon as the elevator arrived, Han Yun felt that the atmosphere of this floor was not right today. It was dark and the lights were not as bright as usual. There was an indescribable sensation ... When he reached the door, he saw a black dog lying on his home. Doorway.

This dog is tall and erect, looks like a deer, has pointed ears, and its black fur is very shiny. At first glance, it is a famous breed, or a particularly fierce one, and it exudes a vicious atmosphere.

It's a breed he doesn't know.

Han Yun was afraid that the dog rushed to bite him and took a step back silently.

However, the dog suddenly stood up and walked towards Han Yun. He knew he couldn't run a dog, and maybe he would irritate the dog when he ran. He didn't dare to run, he just held the milk in his chest in fear and didn't dare to move.

I never imagined that he is so reckless now that even dogs are afraid.

He was forced back to the wall and said with a loud voice: "I warn you, you can't bite me!"

After saying this, the dog stopped and looked at Han Yun with a slight tilt of his head.

... It's still a bit good.

Han Yun was relieved, and immediately felt that this big dog was not so terrible: "Well, go home and find your master, don't rely on me." When he was about to move slowly to the door, the fierce babble The dog came to him, Han Yun thought it was really going to bite up, but he did not expect the dog to lower his head and gently rubbed it gently on his leg.

He lowered his head and saw the light of dependence in the black eyes of the dog, as if he had found his master.

Han Yun came downstairs and met a Teddy peeing next to him in the elevator that day. He stared at Teddy and shivered, so he didn't like dogs very much. There were a lot of beasts in his leopard room, but he just took a look and never touched or touched those beasts.

Strange to say, the fierce beasts in the leopard room, every time he saw him, obeyed like a kitten, just like this fierce dog in front of him.

But ... looking at this one, especially his eyes, he had a sense of incomprehension that made him soft and familiar.

He shook his head helplessly and muttered, "Forget it, I will keep you for one night. Damn, so strong, it looks like I can eat more than me ..."

The dog obediently slapped his leg again.

Han Yun is not happy: "Don't be stingy!"

"Are you hungry?" He pressed the password to open the door and rushed the dog to the bathroom first. "Will you wash your feet yourself?"

So the dog stretched his feet into the tub where Han Yun hadn't had time to wash in the morning, soaked in **** and dunked. He even stepped on the carpet and wiped the water after he finished.

"... very smart!" He put down the milk, sitting on a small sofa full of clothes, taking off his shoes and socks, and looking at his injured foot, he could still see the pinholes, several small red dots Secretly hurt in the flesh.

He didn't know what to do, so he tilted his feet on the coffee table and reached for the TV.

And the big dog who had just washed his paws himself jumped onto the sofa, and Han Yun pushed him down: "Don't come up." The big dog didn't listen, but climbed to the sofa, and the whole body was nested on Han Yun .

Han Yun suddenly smelled a very good smell, and he stopped: "Well, the shampoo your host used for you is quite good ..."

The temperature of the dog's body is high. Even if the air conditioner is turned on in the house in the summer, Han Yun is still extremely reluctant to hold the big dog he doesn't know.

However, in terms of its clean smell and good smell, Han Yun thought that he would have to take a bath anyway, but he didn't move. He casually searched a channel for costume dramas, holding the big dog in his arms, as if to himself: "You can't find a home, right?"

He looked down at the dog, and the dog looked at him.

Han Yun's voice was very low, with a strong solitude, his amber eyes dropped, and he looked as if he was about to cry: "Me too ... I can't find my home."

His face was full of grievances. He was so miserable that he was lonely and broken. Even holding a dog felt a lot warmer.

He thought, no wonder that in this single apartment building, with so many people raising dogs, they might all be lonely.

Han Yun couldn't cook, and he forgot to order takeaway. He drank a few glasses of milk at night, ate a box of soda crackers, and fed the dog some ham sausages. After taking a shower, Han Yun sighed again: "When can this hair grow out!"

His face was sad, and he felt that the short hair was ugly. He took off his underwear and threw it into the basin. He was going to lose it tomorrow, and he was too lazy to wash it.

Before going to bed, he was afraid that the dog would go to bed, so he closed the dog in the bathroom with an exhaust fan inside.

Han Yun felt that it was a miracle that he could live alone.

In the middle of the night, he felt his feet feel itchy, as if something was licking his injured foot. He slept too much, but seemed to have checked, clasped his quilt tightly, and didn't wake up.

In the moonlight, the **** dog that relied on Han Yun's house turned into a tall figure in a strange black smoke. He was naked and very powerful. He was handsome with a lingering Heavy evil spirit, with two black dragon horns on his head.

For the time being, Fu Yuan has no way to take back the horns. If he wants to approach the Korean Games, he can only use this method. When he saw this Han Yun, he knew that this was the person he was looking for.

Sixty or seventy years ago, a war broke out on the ground, and a bomb fell on Beibei Mountain, awakening the sleeping Fuyuan in the tomb. When he woke up, some memories came back, and the emperor's bones were cold and his soul was gone.

During these decades, he traveled the world. He wanted to resurrect the little emperor, so he created the same green body as his life style, but when he went to find a person in Yincaodifu, the name of Han Yun was not on the book of life and death. I am still wandering around. "

But Fu Yuan couldn't find him.

More than a decade ago, archaeologists unearthed the tomb buried by Han Yun, and he moved the entire tomb with the mountains without alarming any ordinary people.

He sat by the bed and reached into his sleeping face with a bit of anxious Han Yun.

Sleeping in the past was a naive emperor, but now he is worried about life.

Fu Yuan touched his cheek, stared at him deeply in the dim night, and sighed: "Your Majesty, isn't he here? How did you take care of yourself?"

Han Yun fell asleep, completely inaudible, turned over on the bed, it seemed that the temperature of the air conditioner was too low to blow him cold, and he muttered in his sleep: "I am cold ..."

Fu Yuan paused, lifted the quilt to bed, and embraced him with his arms.

In the dream, Han Yun returned to his Weiyang Palace.

That was his third year as emperor, and he felt a cold and became seriously ill. He kept coughing on the dragon bed and was very weak.

The royal doctor took turns to diagnose his veins and prescribe medicines. He drank the astringent medicine for half a month, and his body still didn't improve. As a result, Han Yun secretly poured out the medicine and refused to drink it again.

He thought he was about to follow in the footsteps of the prince, and lived to the throne before the throne was overheated, and his heart was sad-he didn't even have a child to have one.

That night, a lot of snow fell in the palace, Weiyang Palace burned the ground dragon, and the doors and windows were closed. The wind fluttered on the window paper, and the **** reported: "Emperor, the National Normal University is outside Weiyang Palace." When Han Yun opened his eyes half-heartedly, he moved his fingertips weakly and spit out a "husky voice "Comment".

Between his eyebrows, there was a gloomy and indifferent mood, and he was tortured by the disease. Han Yun had been in a bad mood for half a month, but he had no strength to get angry.

When Fu Yuan came in, he was wrapped in snow and snow, and the coldness made Han Yun wrap the quilt tightly.

As soon as the Chinese teacher came in, he immediately noticed that the hall was abnormally stuffy, making it difficult for him to breathe, and the little emperor on the dragon bed was flushed and extremely abnormally red.

Han Yun waved his hand and motioned to all the servicemen to step down. He watched the tall figure approaching from a distance.

The teacher came to the dragon bed and asked Han Yun: "Why didn't your Majesty open the window?"

Han Yun was weak and gave up his plans to sit up. He looked at the Master with a pair of eyes that seemed bewildered because of his illness, slowly saying: "Yu doctor ... don't let my hair blow."

His voice was hoarse, with a heavy nose.

The teacher said a quack doctor, strode to the window, stretched out his hand and opened two windows, and the winter hunting wind poured in.

Han Yun shuddered slightly in the quilt, muttering: "I'm cold ..."

"Cold?" Fu Yuan approached more and more, almost reaching the eyes of the little emperor. Han Yun looked up at him, only to see a pair of ice-cold eyes hanging down to stare at himself, but there was a kind of Han Yun's love has only been seen in the eyes of his mother-in-law.

Han Yun's heart moved, and Baba nodded poorly, saying that he was cold.

Then, Fu Yuan made an unexpected move for Han Yun. He sat on the bedside, reached into the little emperor's bed, and grabbed his hand.

Han Yun was shocked, his eyes widened: "Bold!"

However, because he was ill, he didn't have a deterrent to speak, just like a poor and cute sick cat, which only made Fu Yuan smile and said warmly, "Can your majesty be cold?"

Strange to say, the teacher had just come from the snow, but the heat on his body seemed to be warmer than the earth dragon burned by Weiyang Palace. It was warm instead of hot, which made Han Yun feel comfortable for a long time, as if the pain on his body suddenly disappeared.

But the courtiers did such a thing to the emperor!

Han Yun's face was abnormally red, and he wanted to pull out his own hands, but he was far less powerful than Fu Yuan. He coughed, "Let's go!"

The master shook his palms and didn't speak, let alone let him go.

Han Yun simply didn't care about it. His eyes narrowed because of drowsiness, and he looked up and asked him: "Ai Qing came late at night, what happened?"

Fu Yuan's eyebrows were born with a kind of rampant killing power, so everyone was afraid of him, including the former Korean Games. However, he always seemed to smile before the little emperor. When he smiled, he was completely suffocated, which gradually made Han Yun less afraid of him.

"Nothing," Fu Yuan lowered his voice, "warm your bed."