Chapter 220: This man is terrible

  Chapter 220 This man is terrible

   Ye Mu Lin didn’t mean to let go of Ye Feiran’s slender waist, and nodded gently, “If this continues, they will come out to harm the people around one day.”

   Hearing this, Ye Feiran's brows frowned even more tightly. He raised his head to look at Ye Mulin and asked, "Can't you help it?"

   Ye Mu Lin looked down at Ye Feiran in her arms, noticed her frowning brows, and couldn't help reaching out to smooth them.

  When the cold fingers touched the skin, Ye Feiran's whole body was slightly stiff, and he looked at the man in amazement. What's the matter? Can't you speak well?

   Ye Mulin stroked Ye Feiran's brows, and when it was smoothed, he reluctantly retracted his hand and lightly opened his cold lips, "There will be a way, and now I don’t have to think too much."

   After a pause, Ye Mulin continued, "I will not let you and your loved ones be harmed."

  This sentence fell into Ye Feiran's ears as if she had promised, and she was stunned again.

  He is so good to her, is he not afraid that everything he has given will not be rewarded?

  Ye Mu Lin noticed the change in Ye Feiran's eyes, and an imperceptible arc formed at the corner of her mouth. She finally began to struggle. This was a good start, and he had to work harder.

   "Ahem~ What are you going to do now? Go back or find the sisters?" Ye Mulin asked, directly resolving Ye Feiran's embarrassment.

   Ye Feiran glanced at the still eerie ghost street before saying, "Are you sure they are really okay?"

   Ye Mu Lin: "OK."

   "Okay, let's go back, it will be dawn if we don't go back, and I have to sleep."

   After finishing speaking, Ye Feiran yawned and looked sleepy.

   Seeing this, Ye Mulin's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he directly flew towards the city with Ye Feiran in his arms.

   Ye Feiran subconsciously hugged Ye Mu Lin's neck, blinked, and a faint blush appeared on her pretty face.

   "Ahem, that, I can fly by myself."

   Ye Mu Lin glanced down at Ye Feiran and saw the blush on her pretty face. Don't feel too beautiful. After all, it is very difficult to see the shy little fox in her arms.

   "You are too sleepy, I will take you faster."

   Ye Feiran: "..."

  Is she shooting herself in the foot?

   Forget it, there is a free fast mount, she should be happy.

  This time, Ye Mulin didn't slow down or take a long way to keep the beauty longer, just because he was distressed that Ye Feiran was tired.

   Ye Mu Lin directly sent Ye Feiran back to Fenghua Pavilion, she was stunned to see Ye Feiran, this man actually...

  Nima, powerful, it is convenient to do anything.

   "Take a good rest." Ye Mulin lowered his head and whispered in Ye Feiran's ear.

  The warm breath was sprayed on the small ears, making Ye Feiran's blush, which finally disappeared with the wind, once again surfaced on his face.

  It’s really unbelievable, what a shyness!

  At this moment, Ye Feiran was particularly disgusted with herself in his heart, and quickly said thank you, and quickly turned back to the boudoir.

   Ye Mu Lin looked at Ye Feiran's back, and the corners of her mouth raised a pleasant arc, no longer staying, and the figure turned into a gust of wind and left.

   Ye Feiran leaned against the door, releasing his mental power, and after a while he opened the door and saw it.

   Seeing that there was no Ye Mu Lin in the yard, she took a breath and murmured, "This man is terrible tonight!"

  Next, Ye Feiran took a cold bath to calm her restless heart, otherwise she would not have to sleep all night.

  The next day, the ghost street incident spread throughout the capital, and the governor Huang Futian also convened an emergency meeting. Not only all the ministers and relatives of the imperial kingdom would participate, but even all the heads of the family would also participate.

  The atmosphere was very solemn in the hall. When Huangfutian was about to speak, the **** rushed in.

   "The Temple of the Night King is down."

  Hearing this, everyone looked surprised and wondered why the mysterious and unpredictable His Royal Highness came suddenly? Could it be that the ghost street is more serious than they thought?

   Huangfu stood up abruptly after being shocked, and thought to himself: The Temple of the Night King is down, can he ask him to help deal with the ghost street?

   "Quick, quick, quick please!"

  In this way, Huangfutian personally welcomed Ye Mu Lin in.

   "Night King, your arrival makes us flourish." Huangfutian smiled flatteringly.

   Ye Mu Lin glanced at Huangfutian, and said indifferently, "Stop talking nonsense."

  Today's Ye Mu Lin wears a hideous mask, and the cold aura on his body has not converged. Therefore, as soon as he walked into the court, he instantly made the people inside feel a sense of oppression.

  The people in the hall looked at Ye Mu Lin, and they lowered their heads and dared not look directly, for fear of offending him accidentally, causing trouble to the upper body and losing their lives.

  Huangfuze looked at Ye Mu Lin, and there was a scorching admiration in his eyes. He also wanted to become a person like Ye Mu Lin, but it was a pity that he could only have a daydream.

  Huangfuze’s eyes were too hot, Ye Mulin glanced at him, a touch of disgust flashed in his eyes, and really didn’t understand what was worthy of getting help from this sick young man.

   Just a glance, Ye Mu Lin retracted his gaze, went straight to the place specially prepared by Huangfu's Destiny, and sat down when the people around him were transparent.

  Huangfutian glanced at Ye Mu Lin, feeling a little nervous in his heart, but he quickly recovered his calm and began to enter the theme of today's meeting.

  Time passed slowly, and Chaotang was caught in a heated discussion, but Ye Mulin closed his eyes and calmed down, turning a blind eye to everything around him, which made Huangfutian anxious to death.

  Isn’t the night king here to help out with ideas? Is it possible to just come to listen to their arguments?

  After another half an hour, the people in the courtroom were unable to discuss a good solution. Everyone took a sneak peek at Ye Mu Lin, hoping that he would come out and speak.

   "Ahem~ You have been discussing for so long, how can there be no way?" Huangfutian said as he kept looking in Ye Mulin's direction.

  The people in the hall bowed their heads and closed their mouths, but they still looked in Ye Mu Lin's direction from time to time.

At this time, Ye Mulin did not disappoint. He opened his eyes that were as dark as night. He reached out and took a sip of the tea with his teacup. Then he said unhurriedly, "This king has heard that the sons of the lord are very competitive. fierce."

  As soon as the voice fell, Huangfutian and Huangfuxian became nervous. What is the Night King going to do?

  Other people in the court also looked at Ye Mu Lin, waiting for his next words.

Ye Mulin played with the teacup in his hand, the corners of the mouth under the mask evoked an invisible arc, and his lips were thin, "Ghost street matters are not as good as handing over to the ten sons of the lord. Who will handle the ghost street matters? Naturally, it will be supported by the people. Lord, don't you think?"

  The named Huangfutian looked at Ye Mulin’s black eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of pressure, and swallowed subconsciously, "I, I..."

  Huangfuxian looked at Huangfutian nervously, and at the same time hated Ye Mulin to death. Isn’t it obvious that he is a prince transparent? How could Ye Mulin do this?

  It’s a pity that he was not courageous enough, so he could only look at his father imploringly.

  (End of this chapter)