Chapter 3 Jump up and hit his knee

"Dog, let's go back home!"

Si Nannan sat back on the ostrich's back coldly, put away the small wooden sword, and stepped out of the blown-down wall. He just breathed the air outside the Prince's Palace for a second, and felt his body light.

Is she flying?

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy weight on the back shoulder.

When she turned around, she saw a face wearing a mask. Under the mask, there was a pair of narrow, cold, auspicious eyes. The man held her with just one hand and smelled the scent of milk...

He frowned.

Throw people down in disgust.

"Keep an eye on her."

Four well-trained guards strode forward. They were carrying swords and were highly skilled in martial arts.

Si Nannan was held down mercilessly: "Dog!"

The secret guard killed two chickens, and the big ostrich was eating happily.

"..." She choked for a moment and struggled to stretch her arm, "Smelly War King, I want to go back to the General's Mansion, I want to go home! I want my daddy!"

"If you don't send me back, I won't let you go!"

"Wow-"

Feng Zhiyou glanced sideways, and saw that the little girl was charging at him with all her strength, grinning like a little ferocious beast, jumping up and hitting him... on the knee.

The corners of his eyes twitched fiercely.

Once General Si is cleared of suspicion, he will kick this little naughty bun out of the house.

A long arm was raised, holding her forehead and pushing him away. Her four short carrot hands and legs were beating the air with a roar, and they could not even touch the corners of his clothes.

Si Nannan felt insulted.

When I raised my head, I felt that this man was so tall.

She had to tilt her chin up to see him.

His shoulders were so broad and he was so tall. The dark robe he wore was extremely oppressive, and the shadow he cast completely enveloped her.

Feng Zhiyou said coldly: "Fix the wall, or you won't be allowed to have dinner."

"I won't repair it if I don't!" Si Nannan glared at him angrily, "If you don't send me back, I will tear down your Prince of War Mansion!"

Feng Zhiyou suddenly turned around and glanced at her with his sharp eagle eyes. His eyes were like sharp blades on the battlefield, drinking blood like hair and hurting people invisible. The tight breath made Si Nannan's chest tighten, as if he could not breathe.

Her expression changed slightly, she dared to make trouble in front of the emperor, but this person...

She swallowed: "If you say you don't want to fix it, I won't fix it. If you can, hit me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man reached out with his long arm and lifted her in front of him.

She was like a little chicken with her feet dangling in the air, and she was caught off guard by his breath. His body was thin and cold, just like the thin frost on the branches in winter. It was cool and cold, without any temperature, and her eyes were filled with killing and murder. Bloodthirsty.

Unable to reach the bottom with both feet, Si Nannan felt slightly panicked for no reason.

Why are you staring at her?

Are you really going to hit her?

I heard that this young King of War was on the battlefield, and she couldn't beat him with a sword against a child.

She choked her neck: "You...you have the ability to let me down."

Feng Zhiyou let go, and she fell to the ground. She rolled backwards and looked as embarrassed as a fat winter melon. She put her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction and stared up at him:

"Hit me if you can!"

Secret guards, bodyguards, servants: "..."

Feng Zhiyou frowned and assigned a guard: "Keep an eye on her. When will the wall be built and when will we give her food?"

Si Nannan looked at his leaving figure and was so angry that she felt jealous. However, there was no one of her in the Zhanwang Palace, and she was fighting alone, so she could only be bullied.

She was so angry that she gave Grandma Wang a big mouth with her backhand.

Grandma Wang: "?"