Doting on your wife to no end: The evil regent is reborn and is too clingy

Last night, when Mo Chengying woke up, he was only wearing a middle coat, and was tied to the bed with his whole body in big letters.

Seeing the unfamiliar room, he immediately understood what was happening.

It was not difficult for him to untie his bound hands and feet. He quickly got out of bed while there was no one in the room. Unexpectedly, he only took two steps when he met Shentu Wuji who entered the door.

According to the past practice, Shentu Wuji arrived at Baihua Tower overnight and always had to take a bath and rest for the night. He would not start his own special activities until the next evening when the firecrackers of the Spring Banquet sounded.

But this time the shopkeeper of Baihualou said that he had a new product temporarily, and he selected it according to the general's preferences.

Shentu Wuji recognized this as his beloved disciple Mo Chengying at a glance.

He had wanted to become his apprentice more than ten years ago, but Mo Chengying was very wary and the war was tight at the time, so he never got the chance.

With such procrastination, he didn't expect that he would grow up quickly. From the governor to the general, and then to the regent, he would leave the camp and return to the capital. Regardless of his status or distance, he would become someone he could not touch.

People, the less they can get, the more they want.

Shentu Wuji arrived in Lizhou and found many substitutes, but in the end none of them could compare with Mo Chengying.

How could he be willing to miss this God-given opportunity?

In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, he only took a bath before returning.

When they came back to meet each other, not only did their longing for more than ten years come to fruition, but Shen Tu Wuji also saw the great cause of imperial power.

After getting this person, Daxia will change his surname to Shentu.

At that time, the effects of the medicine had not worn off on Mo Chengying's body, and he was feeling dizzy. When he saw Shen Tu Wuji, he quickly took two steps back, but because he was top-heavy, he almost fell down in those two steps.

When Shentu Wuji saw this, he became even more delighted. He took off his clothes and uttered so many dirty words that it would make people's ears sore and pus fill their ears.

There are no weapons in the room.

Mo Chengying retreated helplessly, not even able to protect himself, and was quite embarrassed.

At that time, he thought about dying, but he was afraid that Shen Tu Wuji would be so sick that he would not even spare his own body.

Seeing the flower vase in the corner, Mo Chengying looked for an opportunity to smash it and scratched himself with porcelain pieces, forcing himself to stay awake.

"Everything has a precedent. Once you get past the first time, you'll get used to it."

"Trust me, once you experience it, you'll fall in love with it."

Men are not as delicate as women and can withstand beatings.

Shentu Wuji always had fun, he said, calling the three generals from next door over.

Mo Chengying seized the opportunity, locked Shen Tu Wuji's throat from behind, and scratched his neck with a porcelain piece, but it was a pity——

At this moment, Mo Chengying's strength has not yet recovered, and the broken porcelain failed to cut off his blood vessels, allowing him to escape the disaster.

However, when the flower door moved away, the five close guards guarding the door of Changqing Room saw it and immediately came in to save them. The sound of fighting attracted the five people next door on the other side, and then three generals.

One versus fourteen, all fourteen are masters.

This was impossible to win in normal times, but Mo Chengying had no way out, even if he died, he would have to die behind everyone.

At that time, there was only one thought in his mind: kill.

No matter who they are, if they get close, kill them all.

A fierce battle lasted most of the night.

Broken limbs, broken porcelain, fallen tables and chairs, cracked walls.

Shen Yangui saw Mo Chengying with her upper body naked and kneeling on one knee in the mess.

The blood on his body was so red that he couldn't tell whether it was his own injury or someone else's.

His hair was disheveled, and he seemed to be possessed by a demon. He held the knife in both hands and stabbed Shen Tu Wuji's body one after another.

It was something she had never seen before.

"Jingming."

Shen Yangui was afraid of surprising him, so her voice was very soft and her steps were very slow.

Mo Chengying's eyes were red with bloodshed, and he lost consciousness, leaving only muscle memory.

Hearing the movement, he turned his face sideways. His eyes were like the abyss of the dark night, empty and without luster.

"court death."

Mo Chengying uttered two words between his teeth. Before he could stand up, he had already raised his knife and struck at Shen Yangui.

Shen Yangui could draw his sword to resist and fight him back and forth several times until he regained consciousness.

But she didn't do that.

Weapons would irritate him, so Shen Yangui chose to throw away the Golden Dragon Blade in his hand, opened his hands towards him, and shouted again:

"Jingming."

Her voice is like the big blooming cherry blossoms in the spring moon, soaking up the sunshine.

Warm and soft.

The cold blade struck down without hesitation. She did not hide or blink, nor did she stop. She continued, "It's me."

The sharp blade almost touched the hair on her forehead. Finally, light appeared in Mo Chengying's eyes. He drew the knife, and his body was driven by inertia, taking several steps back.

Shen Yangui ran up quickly and hugged him.

"Jingming!"

The long knife passed through the bed frame and was nailed to the wall, the blade shaking violently.

There was a "crash" and the bed frame collapsed.

"Qingqing, I'm glad you're okay!"

Mo Chengying hugged Shen Yangui, rubbing her cheek against hers, trying to feel her body temperature, "I'll kill him, I'll kill them all."

Shen Yangui kept responding, "Okay, kill him, he deserves to die, they all deserve to die."

Mo Chengying couldn't wait to explain: "I'm clean, Qingqing, he didn't touch me, I'm clean."

"I..." Something was stuck in his throat, and Shen Yangui tried his best to swallow it, "I know, I know."

Her hands relaxed a little, "Let me see your injuries."

"Don't go." Mo Chengying hugged her tightly and begged in a voice as quiet as a mosquito, "Don't dislike me."

Shen Yangui's tears fell down.

He is obviously such a proud person.

Above the peak, it is unattainable.

But what happened in his youth was a shadow that he could not dispel and a gap that he could not cross throughout his life.

Shen Yangui didn't know how to comfort him, so she kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear:

"No matter what happens, I will never dislike you."

"No." Mo Chengying shook his head, shaking his head desperately, "No, really nothing, really nothing happened. Qingqing, you believe me, you believe me."

"I believe in you, I believe in you, Jing Ming, calm down."

Shen Yangui could clearly feel the wounds on his body bleeding. The more excited he was, the faster the blood flowed.

Mo Chengying murmured: "Really not."

"I know no one can touch you except me."

Shen Yangui couldn't let go of him now, and she couldn't let him go. She patted his back and kept comforting him.

Mo Chengying was exhausted and repeated: "No one can touch me except you."

He couldn't hold it any longer and fell down with his eyes closed.