After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Where Wen Hemian couldn't see, Xie Lang let the emotions in his eyes ferment, like a wolf that had been waiting for a long time and finally couldn't restrain its claws and fangs and stared at its prey.

The cat disguised as the system squatted on the table, picking nuts while constantly looking at the two people.

The more I looked at it, the colder I felt, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat down my spine.

This is definitely not its illusion. The little emperor must be plotting some conspiracy!

But after looking at its own task panel, the system's little brain fell into great confusion again - but there was no problem with the task progress?

After struggling between telling Wen Hemian and not telling Wen Hemian, the system decided to observe the situation for a while.

It cannot interfere too much with the world's progress. As long as there are no problems with the mission, the intermediate process is not taken into consideration. If an accident occurs, it can only wish Wen Hemian good luck.

The kitten's doubts could not be conveyed to the minds of the two humans. Wen Hemian took a long time to finally come to his senses and slowly overcome the feeling of nausea.

Not until the people dispersed did she finally loosen her hands that were holding the railing. She realized belatedly that her palms were full of sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable.

If people want to overcome some things, they need to be mentally prepared.

When Wen Hemian was stunned, Xie Lang took out a handkerchief from somewhere, took her hands without saying a word, and wiped the sweat off her hands with great patience and care.

The young man said with a serious face: "We have finished the reading. Master, go back and have a good rest. We will set off for Beijing tomorrow."

Delay leads to changes.

They stayed in Mingzhou for too long, and Ning Hechu must have realized something was wrong. Even if he didn't expect to bring him down this time, he had to at least severely dampen his arrogance.

Wen Hemian nodded: "Okay."

She felt that she had a pretty good mental state, and after the initial feeling of nausea had passed, she now felt that there was nothing unacceptable.

What do you call this? Anyone who can't defeat her will make her stronger.

Once she calmed down, the strange feeling of being ignored came back to her. Wen Hemian glanced strangely at the little emperor who followed her closely. Was it her illusion?

Why did I feel like I was being watched for a moment just now?

There is no doubt that the secret guards following them are skilled in martial arts, and even they themselves know martial arts. In this case, the strong sense of being watched can only come from those around them.

But that was Xie Lang.

He was the little emperor whom she watched grow up.

is it possible?

Wen Hemian's heart sank silently.

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In the evening, Wen Hemian finished washing up, picked up the cat and asked, "Do you want to go back with us?"

The system swung its tail and said, "Let's go together. I didn't expect you to move so quickly. I'm of no use to you."

The system is quite protective of such a worry-free host. Worried that the protection might temporarily fail, it keeps a special eye on it. After all, it can only conceal its presence from the outside, but cannot change a person's body structure.

"You can't say that. You're quite useful."

If it weren't for this cat, they would have no reason to act, Wen Hemian thought optimistically.

She asked casually, "How is the mission going?"

As the child grew up, he had more secrets. He was the emperor, and Wen Hemian couldn't ask about everything. What if something changed in a corner that she didn't notice?

Ask the system, be safe.

"Very good, keep going, once we've dealt with Ning Hechu, I can take you away!"

The system is happy.

Wen Hemian hesitated after hearing this: "But, I don't want to leave."

In other words, I don't want to leave suddenly.

She also promised Xie Lang many things. If she couldn't do them, the kid would be angry, right?

At least you should be honest about your identity and explain it clearly.

"?" The system's tail cocked, "What do you mean?"

"Forget it, I'll think about it again."

Wen Hemian did not rush to answer the system's questions and gave an ambiguous answer.

The system was very generous: "It's okay, there's still a lot of time, take your time to think about it, there's no rush."

Wen Hemian smiled: "Okay, thank you system."

"Master, who are you talking to?"

The two were chatting happily when Xie Lang's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door. Wen Hemian's hands trembled, and he quickly put the cat away and replied, "No, Your Majesty must have heard it wrong."

Outside the door, Xie Lang's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his deep eyes were moving. It was unknown what he was thinking. He asked softly: "Can I come in?"

After a while, the back door was opened. Wen Hemian was wearing a plain white nightgown, with her hair draped over her shoulders. She said slowly, "Come in."

Perhaps she was used to it, and with the system by her side, she was not worried about being exposed. Wen Hemian was not on guard and allowed Xie Lang to enter her room late at night without fear.

The system shrank at the head of the bed, feeling guilty.

Xie Lang noticed the annoying white cat and the smile in his eyes paused.

It would be great if he could be with the Master all the time.

"You are not resting at this hour of night. You can't possibly come to talk to me about something, right? Your Majesty, tell me."

Wen Hemian has perfectly mastered the essence of diverting conflicts.

Xie Lang glanced around with a worried look: "Just now I heard that there seemed to be some movement over there, Master. I was worried, so I came to take a look."

Wen Hemian remained calm: "Maybe I am talking to the cat."

She did not lie to Xie Lang on this point.

Xie Lang did not comment. His gaze lingered on the towel beside him for a few moments, then he strode over to pick it up, and walked behind Wen Hemian without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, Wen Hemian was covered with a towel. He immediately heard the boy's slightly reproachful voice: "Master, you can't just take advantage of the hot weather and not dry your hair. What if you get sick?"

Wen Hemian pulled the towel away after two tries. He never thought that he would be taught a lesson by the brat one day. He was depressed and said, "I've told you that I'm not that fragile. I won't get sick."

Xie Lang did not allow for any argument: "That won't work either."

Only his actions at the beginning were a bit rough. Xie Lang was actually very careful. He dried Wen Hemian's hair bit by bit. Wen Hemian didn't say anything else. The atmosphere between the two was quiet.

Xie Lang's eyes were dark. Before finishing, he couldn't help but lift a strand of hair and put it to his nose to sniff. There was a faint fragrance, which was the scent of Wen Hemian.

"Not okay yet?"

It was hard for Wen Hemian to feel at ease sitting there and letting the Emperor serve her. At first she wanted to not reject the child's kindness, but wasn't this a little too long?

Wen Hemian was a little restless for a rare moment. The moment he turned around, the strand of hair slipped away from Xie Lang's palm like a slippery fish.

He suddenly felt a little lost.

Meeting Wen Hemian's inquiring gaze, Xie Lang's throat felt a little dry: "Almost done."

Wen Hemian touched his hair and said, "Let's stop here. Your Majesty, please have some rest early."

The young man smiled obediently, hiding the strangeness: "Yes, so is Master Taifu."