Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

After the door to the lounge was opened, it was kicked in violently, cutting off the scene inside.

The huge office became quiet, except for some inaudible sounds occasionally.

There was a faint sound coming from the lounge, and it sounded like someone was being tortured.

Time passes slowly.

Half an hour later, the door to the lounge was opened from inside.

Fu Jiayou walked out neatly dressed, rushed to the desk with a slightly messy pace, picked up the water glass on the table and rushed into the lounge.

In the dark lounge, Qin Yisheng was lying on the bed tiredly, his shirt missing, his body red with heat and fine traces of sweat.

The taboo on him has not been lifted, and he still cannot lift a finger.

Thinking of what had just happened, Qin Yisheng's eyes filled with fear.

terrible!

The feeling of life being worse than death simply made his scalp numb.

The sound of rapid footsteps sounded, and Qin Yisheng rolled his eyes, watching Fu Jiayou walk up to him with a worried face.

He helped Jiayou walk to the bed and sit down, using the darkness in the room to look at Qin Yisheng who had gone through a miserable experience.

This man has a good appearance. His noble elegance and restrained edge often make people overlook his outstanding appearance.

Fu Jiayou's mood was very complicated at this time, and there was a bit of guilt and distress in his eyes.

He helped Qin Yisheng, who was unable to control his body and had consumed too much water, up, and brought the water glass in his hand to his lips.

"Your body needs to be hydrated, drink more water."

Perhaps out of guilt, Fu Jiayou's voice had a gentleness that he didn't even know he had.

If this rare tenderness were to be seen by all the Yin Si gods in the underworld, they would probably go blind.

Who in the underworld doesn't know that this person has a naughty temper, a violent temper, a temper that drags heaven and earth, even the king of heaven and I will not accept it.

Facing Fu Jiayou's solicitude, Qin Yisheng closed his eyes and refused, without even looking at him.

Fu Jiayou looked at his indifferent attitude, and the anger in his heart suddenly surged.

He held Qin Yisheng's back with some force, pressed her on his shoulders, and pushed the water glass to Qin Yisheng's mouth.

Qin Yisheng pursed his lips tightly and refused to open his mouth to drink water, with a determined attitude.

Fu Jiayou's eyes turned cold and his tone was serious: "If you don't drink water, do you want to die?!"

Qin Yisheng suddenly opened his eyes, eyes that seemed to have been tempered by frost, staring at him solemnly.

"Untie the taboos on me, or get out!"

Fu Jiayou clearly saw a trace of vulnerability flashing through Qin Yisheng's eyes the moment he opened them.

Thinking of the bastard things he had done not long ago, he felt guilty and unspeakably annoyed.

He gritted his teeth and finally unlocked Qin Yisheng's taboo.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Fu Jiayou's face was whipped to the side, and five fingerprints quickly appeared on his face.

The first thing Qin Yisheng did when he regained his freedom was to vent his anger and slap Fu Jiayou hard.

The second thing he did was to straighten his baggy trousers and fasten the exquisitely crafted belt with force.

While doing all this, Qin Yisheng's hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Fu Jiayou, who had never been slapped in the face, his black eyes instantly flashed a ferocious and coquettish red light.

He stared at Qin Yisheng with unkind eyes, and a trace of murderous intent was inadvertently released from his body.

However, when Fu Jiayou saw the hands of the person in front of him trembling violently, panicking like a child, something strange flashed in his eyes.

Qin Yisheng lowered his head, tears falling down one by one, soaking the trousers that were exquisite in both fabric and workmanship. He also panicked.

"Feel sorry!"

Fu Jiayou dropped these words, put the water glass on the table, and instantly disappeared into the suffocating atmosphere of the room.

Qin Yisheng raised his head suddenly, stared at the empty bedside, and quickly glanced around the room.

Fu Jiayou left, and the aggressive aura of the other party disappeared.

Qin Yisheng's tense body relaxed, and everything that had happened before emerged in his chaotic mind.

His face turned green and white, and finally turned into an angry red. He clenched his hands into fists and smashed the bed under him.

In just half an hour, nothing happened to them, but it seemed like everything did.

Qin Yisheng never expected that what Fu Jiayou wanted was actually in his body.

The way the other party took the things away made the hairs on his body stand up.

Even if you resist in every possible way, you can't stop it at all.

Qin Yisheng watched helplessly as Fu Jiayou used all means within half an hour to make his body look less like his own and spit out a black marble-like thing uncontrollably.

He vaguely heard that after Fu Jiayou got what he wanted, he touched the mark on his lips and whispered: magic pill.

Qin Yisheng didn't know what a magic pill was, nor why his body had something like that.

The vessel for taking the magic elixir was the sharp-tongued mouth contributed by Fu Jiayou.

The process of taking the elixir was not painful, but Qin Yisheng just couldn't accept it.

He was born into the Qin family, a proud man of heaven, and a figure standing on the far side.

I have never been in such a state of embarrassment as today, with someone immobilizing my whole body and being forced to endure a different kind of oppression.