Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

At this time, Yan Shijun was already dizzy by the road with nine bends and eighteen bends inside. He only felt that the more he walked in, the fog became thicker and denser. The thicker it is, the denser the fog is, the visibility is only within five meters.

And he didn't know why, there was still a faint fragrance in the air, like the smell of fresh flower petals, but it was amplified by the transpiration heat, and the smell was much stronger.And the further he walked, the higher the temperature. He could feel the heat coming from the ground through the soles of his shoes, and he couldn't help but unbutton a few buttons.

Yan Shijun became more and more aware that something was wrong, even if his reflex arc was as long as half the earth, he should have realized it—the thickening fog, the strong fragrance, the heavier humidity, and the higher and higher temperature. Adding up the points, Yan Shijun's heart points to something that is not sure but has to be confirmed - this can't be the fucking bathroom!

He can't be so unlucky!

Yan Shijun took a few more steps forward with the remnant fluke mentality, but unexpectedly stepped on a puddle of water, and the water surface touched the sole of the shoe, making a sound at the right time.

Suddenly a voice came from the steaming mist: "Who!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Shijun was so frightened that he still hadn't slowed down, and a short knife burst out of the mist. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the short knife directly brushed Yan Shijun's side face, cutting off a few strands of hair, Straight to the post behind him.

Yan Shijun was secretly delighted for a moment: Fortunately, I escaped, my young master is really agile.

As the saying goes, people can't play a twenty-five-stringed plucked instrument, and one will easily suffer retribution.

And Yan Shijun is the kind of guy who is owed and arrogant, and I guess God can't stand it anymore, so he has to teach him a lesson.Before his happiness lasted half a second, he suddenly slipped his feet, flashed his waist, and then with a very enchanting posture...

thump--

"what--"

"Who!"

After a series of exclamations, questioning, and the sound of things falling into the water, Yan Shijun only felt hot water sweeping up, and before he could clearly see the situation in front of him, he poured a few sips of water in his nose and mouth.He fluttered in the water for a long time without finding a foothold. In the confusion, he seemed to have caught something slippery, and climbed up as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Yan Shijun, who finally got out of the water, was panting heavily. After choking on several saliva, he coughed for a long time before recovering. He opened his eyes...he was facing the enlarged version of the handsome but cold face in front of him.

Yan Shijun wanted to slap himself, to see if this was a dream.

This must be a dream, right? How could he run to Shen Chichuan's bathroom and fall into his tub so undead?

How could she cling to his body and hold him down by the way?

At this time, Shen Chichuan was suppressed by Yan Shijun's weight, and his whole body was pressed to the edge of the bath, and Yan Shijun was lying on his body right now, with his hands on both sides of his head.The two were so close that Yan Shijun could count the other's thick and curly eyelashes and feel the other's heavier breathing.

Even more terrifying.

Shen Chichuan's time is slipping right now, no!Go!piece!thread!

Through a layer of drenched fabric, Yan Shijun clearly felt the ups and downs of the leader's chest and tight muscles.

At this moment, Yan Shijun wanted to cry.

This must be a dream, right?

Yan Shijun comforted himself and said: This must be a dream. When I close my eyes and count three silently, and open my eyes again, the dream will wake up, and Shen Chichuan will not be there.

But when Yan Shijun opened his eyes again—why is he still there! ! !

And the murderous intent is more real than before...

"Is that enough?" Shen Chichuan looked at Yan Shijun lying on top of him with a face full of tears, and lifted him out of the bath like a chicken.

Yan Shijun was thrown to the ground covered in water, Shen Chichuan said coldly: "Do you really think that I dare not kill you?"

Yan Shijun confessed, and hurriedly put on a weeping expression: "Master, I was wrong, I really didn't know this was your bathroom, I asked the kitchen to do odd jobs for half a year and was punished, if I can't, I can ask for advice Lord forgive me."

After all, Yan Shijun raised his eyes and glanced at the cold-faced leader. He was standing in the pool at the moment, his lower body was hidden under the water, his upper body was exposed, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, his muscles were well-proportioned, and his abs were seductively mermaid-lined.

Yan Shijun didn't forget to swallow his saliva at this moment, it's so beautiful.

Sure enough, the sentence was answered: beauties don't need knives to kill, but they rely on their waists to seduce their souls.

Shen Chichuan walked out of the bath with long legs, Yan Shijun hurriedly closed his eyes a second before the key parts were exposed, and it took him a long time to realize—everyone is a man, he has some of himself, and some of them What not to see?

But when he figured it out and opened his eyes, Shen Chichuan had already wrapped his lower body in a towel and stood in front of him.

Shen Chichuan looked at him condescendingly: "Who gave you the courage?"

Yan Shijun curled his lips: "I... I don't know that this is the bathroom of the leader. If I knew, I wouldn't dare to come in even if I had ten guts."

Shen Chichuan impatiently pulled out his sword from the side, and a gust of cold wind blew directly in front of him, even making Yan Shijun's face a little hurt, the blade flashed, and Yan Shijun's pale face was reflected on the blade.

Why is this person so unreasonable and ready to do it?

"Don't—the leader thinks twice." Yan Shijun didn't care about face in order to save his life. After all, face is something he has lost too much and is used to.Seeing that the knife hadn't seen blood, he rushed forward crying and hugged Shen Chichuan's thigh.

But God always loves to joke with him.Yan Shijun felt his conscience and swore that he really just wanted to hug Shen Chichuan's thigh, and he really had no other intentions. He didn't want to take advantage of the leader at all, and he didn't want to take off the only fig leaf of the leader.

But things are so impermanent.

All the things that he didn't even think about, all happened clearly.

Yan Shijun looked up tremblingly, and found...Shen Chichuan's face...a little green.

He should be angry.

Shen Chichuan was furious and roared, "Get lost!"

"Get off, I'll get off right away." Yan Shijun, as if he was granted an amnesty, really used his life to carry out the order of the leader, and directly used his hands and feet to "get out".

Speaking of which, Xing Yu, who was guarding the door, took out a book from his pocket. The book was a bit worn, and even the footer was rolled up, obviously it had been read many times.He has to protect the baby in his arms, waiting for the leader to come out after taking a bath and present it to him.However, an angry voice inside disrupted his plan, Xing Yu hurriedly put the book into his arms and rushed in.

He directly collided with an unknown object head-on.

The man just ran away, said a few words of apology, and ran out without even looking at him.

Xing Yu was at a loss for a moment—how could he look at his cowardly back, why did he look so much like... Mr. Yan?