The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

At night, Mo Daosang leaned on his couch and looked at a book he picked up from the bookshelf. Although the original body changed his temper and stopped flipping through the books, the little maid who cleaned the books never dared to be negligent. Still cleaned very well.

Otherwise, Mo Daosang would have nothing to relieve his boredom, and he might really cause trouble.

The decorations in the room were exquisite and simple, and Mo Daosang had already gone through them one by one the first time he came in, especially the sword placed on the side sword stand, where he could feel the powerful power inside from a distance.

There was a human breath from outside the door, and the door was knocked the next moment. Mo Daosang couldn't help sighing to Xiao Yanzi: "Look at how frightened this child is, he doesn't even dare to waste time for his own mental preparation. .”

Xiao Yanzi really wanted to say that you, the host, have a part too.

Mo Daosang tried his best to appear serious, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

So Wen Qionghua opened the door with his head down and came in. The moonlight set off behind him, making his skin more translucent, his long straight hair falling behind his shoulders, and his clothes were meticulous. He didn't look like he was here to serve Sleeping is actually more work.

Little Yanzi had already screamed in Mo Daosang's head like a nympho, which made Mo Daosang feel more and more that he was actually a gentleman.

But the original body also has such a problem, no one is allowed to touch his things, if he finds other people's traces on his body, even a hair, everyone in the yard will probably have to be buried with him that night.

So dressed like this, Mo Dao-sang couldn't pick a fault.

So he said directly, "Take off."

Zuo Hufa's face turned red as soon as he hit the ground, but he still saluted properly and then his hands fell on his belt. After a moment's pause, he ruthlessly tore the belt away.

Then the belt fell to the ground, and his white robe came loose, even the inside of the belt was a little loose.

Mo Daosang's eyes couldn't help being attracted by his outstretched hand. Although he still tried his best to pretend not to care, he knew that he was indeed lost. It seems that this kind of different feeling may also Not as outlandish as first thought.

"Stop." Modausang heard himself say this.

So Wen Qionghua's hand was stuck in mid-air, and even he himself quietly raised his eyes to glance at Mo Daosang, but because the scene was too low, he probably couldn't see anything, and then he didn't know what he was thinking What, his hands trembled slightly, and he shook off the sleeves on his wrists, which made Mo Daosang very satisfied.

After seeing enough, Mo Daosang was finally willing to get down from his bed and walked towards the stiff person over there little by little.

Little did he know that in the eyes of the person opposite, his bare feet would occasionally be exposed from under the hem of his black clothes, and they would look as white as jade against the floor glowing with jade luster. I was confused.

Mo Daosang smiled and used his index finger to open a small piece of Wen Qionghua's inner shirt, seeing that the person in front of him was still stained scarlet even though he tried his best to strain his ears, he couldn't help being in a good mood.

But the interest is satisfied here, he picked up his hand again, and then tapped on his left shoulder, slanting down the general direction in memory, during the process, the atmosphere that was still beautiful just now disappeared. As the cold got colder, Wen Qionghua's face was only pale in the end.

The fingers stopped on his right side of the waist, Mo Daosang felt the uneven lines under the fingers, and his tone was almost inducing: "Ling Yi, call me by name."

"Subordinates dare not." Wen Qionghua was still trembling.

Mo Daosang didn't make things difficult for him this time, but asked distressedly: "Does this sword hurt?"

"Master Hui, the subordinates are not in pain anymore."

Mo Daosang still said in such a gentle tone: "Call the leader again, and I will kill you."

Wen Qionghua probably had never seen a friend like this before. He was startled, struggled for a while, and finally raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, and said a name with a lot of sorrow: "Junhui."

Mo Daosang found that the content in Wen Qionghua's eyes gave him goosebumps. Although this guy was indeed miserable, he really couldn't accept such an expression from a big man.

So his next sentence came out with some anger: "Do you hate me?"

"This subordinate dare not." Once Wen Qionghua raised his head, he seemed to have no intention of taking it back. No wonder he was always punished by the original body, and he asked for it. Sub-homage simply cannot be redeemed.

"Don't you just dare?" Mo Daosang decided to play with Xiao Zuoshi, so he put his wrist on the chest of the person in front of him, grabbed and turned him, and threw him on the couch in a blink of an eye.

Wen Qionghua must have been in great pain, her eyes were closed for a long time without moving.

Immediately, Mo Daosang took advantage of the situation and pressed down, pressing his wrist on his shoulder to make his tone a little uncontrollable impatience: "Tell me, never betray me, no matter how I treat you, you don't want to feel resentment ,talk."

Wen Qionghua slowed down and heard such words, only the painful and distorted face of the man above was left in his field of vision for a moment, he couldn't help staring in a daze, he didn't even realize that his hand had landed on it.

There was no reply for a long time, Mo Daosang pinched his neck with one hand, his fingers gradually tightened, and his tone became more and more fierce: "Say it."

"Ahem," Wen Qionghua just turned away a few times carelessly, and at the same time, at this time, he still lightly put his hand on Mo Daosang's eyes in a comforting way and said with difficulty, "Junhui, let go."

Mo Daosang was stunned for a moment, and because he was in a daze, the strength in his hands loosened, and Wen Qionghua immediately hugged him with his arms.

"Junhui, cough cough, did you remember it, didn't you? Cough, tell me." Wen Qionghua pressed him firmly, as if he didn't want others to see him losing his composure.

Mo Daosang didn't respond, and after a moment of silence, his aura suddenly increased in vain.

Wen Qionghua was a little timid but still did not let go.

Mo Daosang dressed up cheerfully, and after admiring in his heart that the beauty Zuoshi was really affectionate, his face showed the expression of the original body when he was crazy every time, and then he gave himself a neck, and fell asleep at ease past.

For this kind of development, Wen Qionghua was stupefied, but the touch in his arms gave him great confidence, I saw his hand gently patted on the top of Mo Daosang's hair, his eyes almost overflowed deep feeling.

He spoke slowly, devoutly like a believer: "Junhui, I will never betray you, and I will never harbor resentment, but you, hurry up, come back soon."

This night, rare tenderness.

In the twilight, the door of the Demon Cult leader's house was smashed open by something thrown out. The guard next to him saw something sharply, but still stood there motionless.

Accompanied by the splash of sawdust, a human figure hit the ground, blood was seen immediately, and a small guard who had been waiting outside the courtyard all night was finally let in.

The little guard's tone was full of panic, seeing his master who he always thought was profane even to touch was thrown into this state, he didn't know how to move at all, he just kept asking: "Guardian Zuo, are you okay. "

After finally recovering, Wen Qionghua wanted to say something, but he vomited blood as soon as he opened his mouth. The little guard thought for a while, and said that the guardian had offended him, so he carefully took his hand and passed his internal force over .

"No need," Wen Qionghua finally calmed down and said with a smile, "Si Qi, let go."

Although Song Siqi was still worried, he didn't dare to disobey. When he raised his head, the face was clearly that of the little guard who guarded Modasang's retreat back then, but now he looked completely confused.

I don't know why, his master is obviously injured like this, but now his smile is even more beautiful than before, it is so beautiful that he dare not look at it.

The master is really the best person in the Demon Cult. If it weren't for him, I would have died under the claws of wild beasts.

But why does such a good master always suffer.

Seeing that his little guard didn't know where he was going, Wen Qionghua said in time: "Si Qi, help me up and go back."

"But..." Song Siqi was still worried about his master's injury.

"It's okay." Wen Qionghua said this lightly, and Song Siqi, who was not good at words, could no longer speak, but held his strength and walked as steadily as possible.

Wen Qionghua took one last look at the courtyard, put away all emotions in his eyes, and stepped out of the door.

In an instant, he turned back into the left guardian who was in charge of the Demon Cult and made decisions that would never be shaken. He was calm and elegant, with a hidden knife in his smile.

Mo Daosang watched the people go away, and then quietly closed a thin window slit he had opened, and at the same time apologized to the little Yanzi in his mind: "Little Yanzi, be good and don't cry, I have a headache, and I am okay The way, only in my current state can it be easy to deal with the relationship within the Demon Cult and gradually gain power."

"I know, but I just want to cry, my poor left protector is great," Xiao Yanzi felt that he could cry until his visual system short-circuited, and then he thought that he could share this part with the host, so Crying even more recklessly, "Why is my left protector always the one who gets hurt, my heart aches."

"Little Yanzi, just now I had some strength, so let Yi go back to raise her and she will be fine."

"Hmph, hey? Master Host, what did you call Lord Guardian Zuo just now?"

"Lingyi." Mo Daosang squinted his eyes, "This name is much more pleasing to the ear than Wen Qionghua's left protector. After all, he is such an upright and tight person." Thinking that that person has always been After hugging him in that position before going to bed all night, Mo Daosang felt his hands itchy again.

I always felt that talking about it would only deepen the host's interest in him, Xiao Yanzi cautiously closed his mouth: "Master host, look, should we pack up and go out? It's getting late. "

Mo Daosang answered happily: "Okay."

He didn't understand that the host said this with a breath of relief, and Xiao Yanzi, who mistakenly thought that the host was considerate, was so moved that he turned into a loyal dog system.

Misunderstanding, always so beautiful and cruel.