After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 11 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (11)

If that's the case then that's fine.

In order to earn medical expenses, Ding Bao is willing to sacrifice himself.

"Don't think about it, he stayed here to see if Yuxi was hidden by you."

"I was in a coma last night, can't he search it by himself?"

"Remind the salesman that the target of the task, Cen Yao, suffers from a serious cleanliness disorder due to his childhood experience. He doesn't want to take off your clothes himself, so he stays and watches you take off."

So the road of seduction is not easy, and if you are a little careless, it may arouse Cen Yao's resentment.

"No, he applied ointment for me today."

"You turned your back to him, and you didn't see that he was wearing human leather gloves."

What the hell are human leather gloves.

Were there any law-abiding people in ancient times?
Are they all so rough and bloody?
"Also, please pay attention to the salesman, Cen Yao's killing intent towards you is undiminished. The prerequisite for completing the task is that you can survive. Please pay attention to your own safety."

There is no human touch in the blunt and rigid words.

Ding Bao thought about it, and finally went back to sleep in the house.

The stone gate was extremely heavy, and with her strength, she couldn't open enough gaps. The desire to survive overcame the greed for money. Anyway, the imperial mausoleum will not run away with long legs, and there will be more opportunities in the future.

Not long after, the mechanical voice wanted to say something, but Ding Baomian's long breathing came from his ear.

In the darkness, a faint blue light seeped out from Ding Bao's forehead, suspended in mid-air, tremblingly emitting a faint light.

Bazahei stared at the salesman in front of him.

"Greedy, selfish, stingy, protective of food, cunning..."

There are very few good qualities in her as a human being, and half of her life trajectory is all about surviving and making money by whatever means.

Why was such a person selected by the Central Control Office?
Bazahei couldn't figure it out.

Maybe, this evil woman in front of me has something special about her.

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Inside the palace, Fengtian Hall.

This is a luxurious and extravagant palace. It was just built at the beginning of this year. It was originally used as a place for the old emperor to rest and enjoy himself. However, the old emperor returned to the west as soon as the palace was built.

Therefore, this palace became the residence of Governor Cen Yao.

In the Changhe courtyard in the center of the hall, the gurgling stream in front of the gate is paved with beautiful jade, and a round of white crescent moon hangs on the end of the verdant and dense beauty tree.

The door of the palace opened, and all the attendants knelt down one after another, saying in unison.

"Slave see Lord Governor."

A man in a black brocade robe strode into the inner hall with slow steps and a low tone.

"Come here, prepare hot water."

The servants serving the servants hurriedly poured the hot water that had been prepared into the bathtub, and after preparing the clean clothes, everyone retreated silently, drew the screen, closed the doors and windows, lit the dried bamboo aromatherapy, and finally immediately Waiting quietly outside the door.

Cen Yao was out all day, and the first thing he did when he returned to the palace was to take off his clothes and headband, and finally he sat in the bathtub. After the clean hot water soaked his whole body, the man's muscles tensed all day finally Take it easy.

The long black jade-like hair hangs loose and floats on the water. The man's shoulders are thick, the exposed skin is fair and clean, and the muscles on the shoulders are smooth and thin.

He sat still for a long time, a little blush appeared on his fair face, under the bridge of his tall and beautiful nose, his thin red lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly tensed, carrying his usual solemnity and majesty.

After soaking for a long time, until the water in the bucket became slightly cool, Cen Yao slowly raised his eyes, which had been steamed by the mist for a long time, and there was a deep coldness and coldness hidden in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)