The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 41: (1)

The child in his arms straightened his upper body, and his soft waist curved into a beautiful arc in the dawn light, like a merman half-length out of the water. He supported Ming Ciyue's shoulders, his delicate face pretended to be serious, leaned down, and asked softly, "Uncle Huang, do you want to... come and try it?"

Ming Ci Yue of course knew which above he was talking about.

Above the world, above the dragon chair, is the pinnacle of power.

But he couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at!" The young man didn't react, but gave him a displeased look, "When I lied to you to play? Dayan is the country of ten thousand vehicles, and the emperor of Dayan is the co-lord of the world, thinking above power and position. If you don't want anything, you can't do what you want!"

"Uncle, don't you have a trace of shock and doubt?"

"Well, I'm really shocked, I hope you think twice." Mingci replied calmly.

He couldn't really be shocked. This was not the first time he heard that the emperor had the idea of letting him seize the throne. If it was said that he used sarcasm to provoke him to seize the throne before, it was obvious that he had changed his strategy this time. , Use gift rewards to induce him, to give him sweetness, and let him pursue actively.

Apparently, the emperor regarded himself as a gift to reward his gift.

Why is the emperor so eager to abdicate? Mingci Yue has never heard of it, so he can only guess and imagine. How many times has this huge birdcage covered with steel thorns hurt and forced the little emperor? How depressing the Son of Heaven is.

The more distressed Ming Ci, the more distressed he felt for his small gift.

His hands went up and down the spine of Ji Zheng's back, lightly over and over again.

This is the first time that the emperor has spoken directly, naked, and made a frank invitation to him. No matter what the motive was, it was the first step that the Son of Heaven treated him honestly and took the first step, which somewhat comforted him.

"Alas!" The little emperor sighed heavily, with an angry expression on his face, "I don't want to make progress, I don't want to make progress, it's too salty, too salty, how can it be more salty than me!"

"Free?" The more Mingci did not understand, the emperor just glanced at him and didn't answer.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't care how the emperor sees himself, the soft body in his arms has taken away all his attention.

An unusually slender neck, a pair of half-naked and white collarbones, and red marks like snow and red plums on the wrists. No matter how many times you watch it, how many times you hold it, the more you can easily arouse the addiction in your heart, the desire and desire.

He is not a person of indulgence, but now he wants more and more, wants to plunder, wants to occupy, this is a treasure that is more rare and rare than the throne.

What Ming Ci wants is not just a temporary possession, he has planned for a long time, and if he wants it, he will spend his whole life.

The Son of Heaven owns the world, and he owns the Son of Heaven. This is the only solution that he has struggled to figure out.

Just when Ming Ci became more and more distracted, he suddenly felt the breath of the little emperor on his face becoming hot again. When he cast a doubtful look, he saw the little emperor looking at him angrily, his eyes were red. took a slice.

It was his hand that was running down the back, with increasing strength, rubbing the clothes up.

So good, bear with him in everything, let him be, and follow him.