My gentle tyrant (19)_1

you don't have the right to negotiate with me now, " said Fu minliang, " because you're just a kid who knows nothing about this world. If I throw you out, you won't even be able to survive.

Ji Xiaorong was about to retort, but when she looked at her short figure, she silently swallowed her words.

Now, not only had his body become smaller, but his body had also become smaller.

He didn't even have his inner force or martial arts. He couldn't even beat a dog.

If he left this woman, he might really not be able to live ...

The little Emperor lowered his head and said gloomily.

"I know."

He very consciously changed his self-introduction.

He had no choice but to accept the fact that his dynasty had fallen.

Fu Shang was very satisfied with the little Emperor's tactfulness.

She cupped her chin and looked at the child, her eyes lingering on the ill-fitting Dragon robe he was wearing for a few seconds.

"You need to change your clothes."