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

This was the first time that Xiao Si felt that he could no longer face a person, at least in the short term.

Every expression on Si Mo's face just now kept reappearing in front of his eyes, like a lingering nightmare - Xiao Si's forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat and his heart rate was beating fast.

We really should let Lin Zhuo check whether all the people in Nanyue are poisoned!

Xiao Si suddenly felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, as if something had escaped his control. He was not used to this feeling and did not like it.

The dangerous light in his eyes darkened again. He needed some stimulation now.

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What Si Mo said before was not an intentional attempt to change the subject; he was truly feeling hungry. This body had grown up in the cold palace and had never eaten anything good. Not only was it skinny, it also had many illnesses.

It’s not appropriate to call him a medicine jar, because he can’t afford medicine and he is a complete sickly person!

Si Mo had to lean on the wall to rest after walking for a while. After doing this so many times, naturally some resentment lingered in his heart.

If anyone is blind enough to provoke us at this time, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

Lin Zhuo was patrolling the main courtyard as usual. When he saw the slow-moving figure in the distance walking towards him, he was a little bit unbelieving.

"Mu Yang?!" He muttered in a low voice, his movements a little hesitant: "...No, it's the Sixteenth Prince."

This morning, Nanyue's spy sent a pigeon letter, which has already found out everything Nanyue did, including Si Mo's identity.

Lin Zhuo hadn't had time to find Xiao Si to report it, but he had a vague feeling that perhaps his own prince had already known about it.

He knew but didn't kill him, but Xiao Si didn't tell him to place the sixteenth prince in the mansion, let alone give him the right to leave the mansion... So how should he treat Si Mo? ?

Lin Zhuo stood at a distance and watched, but did not come forward in time. At this moment, he saw a group of palace soldiers hurriedly running towards Sima and stopped him in front of him.

Everyone knew that the prince left a dancer in the side hall last night, but now no one recognized Si Mo in her normal clothes.

"I advise you not to stop me." The young man's thin figure swayed slightly in the gust of wind. Although his words were full of threats, they always seemed soft and without any lethality.

"Oh, you still have a bad temper." Leader Yang Qiu laughed, and the five or six people behind him looked at each other and trembled: "Young Master, why haven't I seen you in the mansion before?"

"I am in charge of everyone who comes in and out of the Qinghe Palace. You didn't come in by mistake!"

"You are in charge of everything?" Si Mo frowned and asked, "You are quite arrogant. What is your position?"

Lin Zhuo was far away and naturally couldn't hear them talking, but he was also puzzled and had a lot of questions in his mind. Why were they still chatting? ?

Although he didn't know Si Mo, he knew Yang Qiu. The prince had told him once before, but he had just returned to the palace and was busy with many things, so he hadn't had time to deal with this ignorant general Yang.

"Young Master, your eyesight is not good, can't you see it?" "He, he, and them, all have to listen to me!" Yang Qiu was busy showing off, deliberately exaggerating and saying: "You know, even Qinghe King Xiaosi has to send his subordinates to inform me when he enters or leaves his house!"

"Remember, my name is Yang Qiu. As long as you are in this palace, no one will dare to touch you if you mention my name." Yang Qiu said proudly, patting his chest.

Si Mo understood clearly that this was actually a dog tyrant who thought highly of himself.

Very good, after tonight there will no longer be anyone named Yang Qiu here.

"I heard that Xiao Si slept with a dancer from Nanyue last night. Huh, I haven't even tasted what it's like to have a woman from another country..."

Yang Qiu has always been a dishonest person. Once he sets his eyes on something, it will most likely not escape.

I was thinking that one day I would find an opportunity to bypass the troublesome Lin Zhuo and sneak into Xiao Si's inner room to take a look.

There happened to be a young man in front of him, who looked like a poor little guy who was alone, so Yang Qiu had a bad idea: "Come and tell me your name, I will kindly send you back~"

Yang Qiu raised his chin like a screen, and the fat on his face was piled up. You have to know that in the two years when Xiao Si was not back, he was half the owner of this house, and his life was so carefree. Why did he become a watchdog again when he came back? !

To be honest, he didn't take the King of Qinghe seriously at all.

As he said that, Yang Qiu took a step forward and was about to make a move on Si Mo. He whistled in a nasty way and reached out to touch her smooth and delicate face.

However, the next second, the pervert's wrist was clamped by the paper-thin boy in front of him, and Si Mo slapped him on the fat face with his backhand, so fast and accurate that people couldn't even see what was happening.

Yang Qiu slapped himself so hard that the men following him were stunned and forgot what to do for a moment.

"Fuck!" Yang Qiu's face was burning with pain, and even more of it was the unbearable humiliation. If his subordinates knew that he had practiced martial arts for many years but couldn't even beat a man who looked like he had only two pounds of flesh, how could he put his face aside in the future? !

He yelled angrily and uttered some dirty words. Lin Zhuo wanted to step forward to help several times, not because he couldn't bear to see Si Mo being bullied, but because Yang Qiu really deserved a beating.

Yang Qiu swung his punches several times but the young man dodged them easily. As if he was deliberately teasing him, Si Mo did not attack.

After a few rounds, Yang Qiu was already exhausted and out of breath. His anger had reached its peak. He drew his sword fiercely and said, "If you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the penalty wine!"

The soldiers around the palace consciously stepped back a few steps, watching the battle and cheering for Yang Qiu. In their opinion, Chief Yang had a great chance of winning. When the leader was elected, no one in the entire Qinghe Palace could beat Yang Qiu.

Lin Zhuo could see that every step Yang Qiu took was clearly intended to kill with ruthless intent. Judging from the current situation, the Sixteenth Prince of Nanyue would not be happy... huh?

In a trance, he saw a purple-gold whip made of leather, like a swimming dragon, sliding out from the boy's wide cuffs at some point. The whip was covered with soul nails that pierced through it from the inside out, the kind that would peel off a layer of skin if touched.

Lin Zhuo was well aware that the people of Nanyue usually used whips as weapons, but before entering the palace, he had checked everyone to make sure that no lethal weapons were brought in. So where did Si Mo get this whip? !

Yang Qiu was shocked to see him skillfully using the purple gold whip, and was actually somewhat frightened by the gaze of the young man in front of him.

After just a moment of hesitation, the gun in Yang Qiu's hand missed. Seeing the long whip coming at him, he had no choice but to block it hastily, but he was so stupid as to use both hands to catch it.

"Hiss..." Lin Zhuo frowned as he watched, feeling a dull pain in his finger bones.

Both of Yang Qiu's palms were pierced by the soul nails. Si Mo slowly revealed a smile as cold as ice, and whip flowers bloomed under his hands, crisscrossing like insects and dragons.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” Yang Qiu knelt on the ground and wailed in pain. His body was covered with bloody wounds. Even the thick armor he was wearing was pierced, and his clothes were torn into pieces of rags.

The moment Si Mo retracted the whip, something blocky was thrown down. It was Yang Qiu's ten fingers!

It's this body that's weak, not Si Mo.

"Is this person so fierce?" Lin Zhuo opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but think back to last night... Is this really the same person?

Lin Zhuo shook his head, looking at the Sixteenth Prince with a new eye. It was rumored that he was not favored. How could he have learned all these things in the cold palace? Could the rumor be false?

"Hey, be careful!" Without having time to think, Lin Zhuo blurted out subconsciously when he saw someone attacking Si Mo from behind.

This person is quite interesting. Lin Zhuo decides to rescue him and ask for instructions after the prince returns.

But before he could perform the light skill, Si Mo over there had already noticed it, recovered himself and swung the whip around the neck of the soldier who was attacking him. The blade in the soldier's hand was kicked away, and the handle of the knife just happened to be stuck on a rock in the lotus pond nearby, with the tip facing upwards. The young man turned his wrist and flicked it, and the soldier flew into the air, and fell into the pond with a splash.

A large amount of blood soon spread out from under the man in the lotus pond. The faint smell of blood made Si Mo frown.

This man was Yang Qiu's man. He probably wanted to vent his anger and ask for reward for Yang Qiu, but now he can only lose his life unfortunately.

"Are you okay...Princess?" Although Lin Zhuo was a step slow, he saw that Si Mo had already handled it himself, and it was a bit awkward for him to come here and stand there.

Si Mo glanced at him and said calmly, "Have you had enough of the excitement?"

He had already noticed Lin Zhuo a long time ago, and seeing that Huo Luan did not come to help, causing him to be so "unlucky" early in the morning, Si Mo did not have a good impression of this man.

"..."

But now he didn't even have the mood to question. The bright sun made him dizzy. His stomach was empty. He was even very hungry and felt nauseous.

"Come on, take me to dinner." Seeing that Lin Zhuo was still hesitating, Si Mo added speechlessly: "The prince asked me to find you."

When Xiao Si was mentioned, the hostility in Si Mo's eyes faded a lot. It was as if the young man who was like a killing god just now no longer existed.

"You are so angry, go to the System Bureau and buy a few tons of spiritual ginseng right now. I will definitely restore his broken body!!!"

In the past, he could have fought off a hundred people like Yang Qiu without even taking a breath, but now he has been able to hold on for so long.

[This... Master, how can an ordinary mortal afford the spiritual ginseng of our God Realm? Besides, considering the condition of your body, even one ginseng would be enough to make you bleed from all seven orifices and explode to death, let alone several tons...]

Si Mo was so angry that his teeth itched: "What should we do?!"

[Food supplements, medicine supplements, in short, follow the methods of the human world, don’t rush]

Benben tried to persuade her earnestly, and suddenly thought of something, with a pair of big eyes shining with hope [Master, isn't your husband quite rich~]

Si Mo curled his lips unwillingly, "It's just that my health is not good right now. If I were normal, Xiao Si would just be suppressed."

"Achu." After Si Mo said this, he suddenly sneezed. He actually felt a little cold in the summer.

[Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, just believe what the boss said! 】