Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Hmm..."

"Uh!"

Outside the paper-covered bamboo window, bursts of unbearable groans mixed with the sound of long leather whips hitting the body and tearing cloth could be heard continuously.

The backyard of the Pear Garden is unusually lively today, filled with people.

However, when Si Mo came over, he was just blocked by this door.

Before he could figure out what the noise outside was causing, Si Mo stood up from the table. He saw the things hanging on his body in the full-length mahogany mirror and stood there in a daze, embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth and glanced from top to bottom as if to confirm, and his heart palpitated again -

Si Mo said word by word: "What is this?"

Fortunately, Benben appeared in time:

[Master! Don't be angry yet. Let me introduce you to the background and identity of this plane and you will understand.]

[We are now in the last years of the Republic of China]

[You are dressed like this because you were originally an actor in the opera house.]

After saying that, he added excitedly: […the kind that is about to go on stage]

After hearing this, Si Mo's face finally looked better. His face was red with a hint of white, and he said indifferently, "Oh."

He thought that this unreliable and stupid general had become the male protagonist in his post.

Not good.

[But, sir, you are really quite frightening in this outfit.]

【???】

Benben wiped the tears from the corner of his mouth and said.

The young man was wearing a bright white cheongsam with the tailor-made buttons on the sides of the waist fitting perfectly to the waistline. The collar left half a finger's length open, and his slender white neck was exposed, like a fresh and juicy lotus fruit that made one want to take a bite.

The cheongsam is longer than the ankles, and the hem is delicately embroidered with patterns of green bamboo. The fork is separated by exquisite woolen thread, which cannot hide the white legs, like a dazzling galaxy in the night sky.

The tailor opened the slit very high, winding all the way to the inside of the thigh. Because Si Mo was tall and thin, the slim-fitting cheongsam made her look like she couldn't fit in the clothes.

The boy's exquisitely carved face was vaguely reflected in the mirror. His facial contours were clean and perfect, his jaw was smooth, and there was a perfectly placed red sand mole on the tip of his nose, which made his face extremely attractive and eye-catching.

All ventilation holes in the room were closed and the room was filled with a hot and dry atmosphere. Si Mo's hair on her forehead was wet with sweat just after she woke up. Her wet fox eyes made her lips red and her teeth white, full of sexiness.

It's like I just experienced a...

cough cough.

He took a quick glance at the furnishings in the room. There were several tables put together, with basically the same decorations on the mirror bodies. Each table was covered with precious jewels and hairpins.

Along the wall behind him were several wooden racks, on which hung neatly laid wrinkle-free costumes.

Now he is at the backstage preparation stage of the opera theater.

Just as Si Mo had a clear idea of ​​the situation, the noise outside became louder and louder.

"You bastard, are you worthy of marrying up to a man like me?!"

"You dare to steal my things? You don't want those claws anymore, right?"

The woman screamed, her vicious voice echoing throughout the courtyard.

[Ahhh, Boss, I forgot to talk about the main thing!!]

Si Mo:?

[Quick, please save the guy outside, he is the key to this mission! ]

Before he could think or ask, Si Mo had already opened the door and half of his body leaned out.

He finally saw where the sound came from.

In the open space in the backyard, there was a long bench propped up on the ground, on which lay a young man who had been beaten to death.

The young man's back was covered with shocking bloodstains, and his skin was torn apart under his thin white clothes.

On both sides of him stood four bodyguards in black, each holding a long whip with short spikes. Even though the boy had no strength left and his consciousness was so blurred that he couldn't feel the pain, there was nothing he could do. No one dared to stop until the boss next to him said something.

On the right side of the crowd was a stone table where a woman sat with her legs crossed in disdain, watching the scene coldly. When she got tired of scolding, she drank from the spout of the pot and spit the melon seed shells onto the face of the lying boy.

The boss snorted coldly, slammed the melon seeds in his hand on the table, stood up and said, "You don't know your own limitations!"

"Who wants to be a phoenix?"

"Mo Xunyu, remember this, you are just a pheasant raised in my opera garden. If I am happy and give you a bite to eat, you have to kneel down in gratitude, understand?"

Several actors watching the play behind the woman burst out laughing and covered their mouths with handkerchiefs. One of them even added: "And it was a male pheasant!"

"Flattery is what we women do. If you want to seduce an officer and become his concubine, you have to castrate yourself first!"

The young man was still breathing, but he probably didn't have the energy to speak. Mo Xunyu raised his head and stared at the woman in front of him unyieldingly, slowly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh, it seems you haven't had enough."

The boss gave the order in a domineering manner: "Beat him, beat him to death. If anything goes wrong, it will be our responsibility!"

With the boss' promise, the hired thugs and bodyguards no longer had any worries and they whipped more vigorously.

rustle —

If four long whips fell at the same time and hit him, Mo Xunyu would surely die within three hits.

The man on the bench gritted his teeth, his eyelids trembling because he was so tightly closed. Even though the pain was unbearable for ordinary people, he restrained himself from crying out throughout the whole process. He could face death calmly, but was destined to leave regrets in his heart.

However, the pain he imagined did not come. The wound on his back felt like it was burning. Mo Xunyu's mood suddenly sank. His heart seemed to be pinched by something, and he was so depressed that he almost couldn't breathe.

In an instant, Si Mo's figure appeared out of nowhere, reflected in the eyes of everyone here.

The young man easily grasped the whips of four whips with one hand. The four strong bodyguards tried their best to break free but could not shake the young man at all.

Si Mo swung the whips, and they snapped into pieces. The four men took a step back in shock, looking at him doubtfully.

The owner of the opera house was also startled. When she squinted her eyes and saw who was coming, her expression suddenly turned into anger:

"Why would you mind your own business? You two are the only two male characters in this opera house. It seems like you guys care about each other, right?!"

"I didn't realize you were so capable. Why do you look so sick every day? Who are you pretending for?" The woman pointed at Si Mo's nose and cursed, "You like to meddle in other people's business, don't you? Today, I'm going to beat you up too!"

As she spoke, she looked around, picked up a bamboo stick and was about to go forward to teach Si Mo a lesson.

In the past, Si Mo was always the most timid and cowardly person here, and he obeyed her words almost as if they were imperial decrees, so the woman didn't think much about it this time.

A dark and cold gaze fell on her, and a dangerous gleam flashed in Si Mo's eyes. When his gaze swept over, everyone present felt an inexplicable fear from the bottom of their hearts, and their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The woman's arms trembled inexplicably and she almost couldn't hold the weapon steady.