Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Shen Chichuan's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, facing Shangyan Shijun's panicked eyes.Yan Shijun hid in a hurry, because it was inconvenient to have his hands bound, he almost fell headfirst from the slum.

Although the leader did not have the habit of sleeping late, he was exhausted after being entangled by those Central Plains martial arts families for the past few days, and yesterday he heard that the Zangshu Pavilion was on fire and rushed back overnight.In the middle of the night, I was dragged and rubbed around by someone with a temporary high fever, until the sky was dark and my belly gradually turned pale before I could barely fall asleep.It didn't take long to be woken up again, so no one could be happy.

Shen Chichuan squinted his dark eyes, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his whole body revealed an unfriendly aura, like a lion about to explode at any time.He raised his lips slightly, with a strong sense of danger in his tone: "What are you doing?"

Yan Shijun was stunned by Shen Chichuan's hostility, he was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Master... did we... last night..."

Shen Chichuan frowned: "What?"

"It's just..." Yan Shijun didn't know how to describe it. After thinking for a long time, he raised his bound hands to Shen Chichuan, "Why did the leader tie me up?"

Shen Chichuan snorted coldly: "I want to ask you this question, what was the reason for picking on me yesterday?"

Yan Shijun only felt as if there was a thunder rolling in his mind, splitting him apart, and he pointed at himself in disbelief, and then at Shen Chichuan: "I... ?”

Did he take the initiative to co-author last night?

When he was delirious, he was so... like a wolf like a tiger?

Shen Chichuan would never have imagined what kind of scenes that children can't see flashed through the head of the man in front of him, whose complexion alternately turned pale.He got up from the soft bed and walked down. He straightened out the folds of the golden silk-white robe casually. He casually tied the pockets at the waist lining to accentuate his thin and slender waist. It seemed that Shen Chichuan's face was peerless.

It's just that these simple and casual movements in Shen Chichuan's eyes have another meaning in Yan Shijun's eyes - aren't the folds on the golden silk and white underwear a symbol of the fierce "fighting" last night? ?Isn't the belt slipping off just to blend in?Didn't the messy long hair just declare that the emotional collision last night was too selfless...

It's over.

Yan Shijun spread out on the soft couch—he kept his chastity for 19 years, and he just disappeared?

Moreover, he didn't even know what it felt like when he was unconscious!

It's a big loss ahhhhhhhh!

Shen Chichuan glanced back at Yan Shijun, seeing him looking unlovable on the soft couch, he was quite disgusted and said: "Since you are awake and still doing something, it is possible that you have to wait for me to serve you before you are willing to come down." ?”

Before Yan Shijun recovered from the blow, he glared at Shen Chichuan angrily: "That's what you do when you put on your pants and don't recognize anyone."

Although Shen Chichuan didn't understand Yan Shijun's meaning, he still keenly felt that this was definitely not a good word, and he stepped back before going out, approaching Yan Shijun a little bit, and there was a trace of coolness in his words: "You say what?"

Yan Shijun quickly shut up: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Shen Chichuan approached him, because the high fever had just subsided not long ago, his small face was still showing some sickly pink, the corners of his eyes were slightly polished, reflecting a hint of peach color, the corners of his aggrieved mouth pursed, making him Seeing it, my heart suddenly felt itchy, and my Adam's apple moved up and down.

Suddenly my throat felt a little dry.

Yan Shijun didn't notice it at all, and retreated reflexively, and stretched out his still tied hands to Shen Chichuan's eyes, thereby creating a distance between the two of them: "Please help the leader to untie it. "

Shen Chichuan lowered his eyebrows slightly, and leaned forward and retreated: "Tie it up, so that you don't stop, like last night."

Yan Shijun blushed: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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Shen Chichuan said that he would not untie him, but he actually pulled the tied Yan Shijun aside, which made Yan Shijun bite his teeth for a long time before he bit it off, and his wrists were all red.

When Yan Shijun finally freed his arms and came out from the screen, he realized that Shen Chichuan had disappeared, and only Yan Shijun was left in the empty bedroom.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and a familiar voice came: "Young Master Yan, it's time for breakfast."

Yan San?

Yan Shijun jumped up and opened the door, and sure enough, there was the thin and small Yan San at the door.

"Yan San? Why are you here?"

With the food box in his hand, Yan San was filled with indescribable joy when he saw Yan Shijun's face: "The leader ordered me to take care of Young Master Yan. Young Master, if your leg is injured, don't move around. Just tell me if you have anything to do!"

Shen Chichuan ordered?

Yan San put the food in the food box on the table, and greeted Yan Shijun: "Young Master, it's almost noon, you must be hungry, come and eat something."

Yan Shijun stared out of the window for a long while, not knowing what he was thinking, until Yan San called out to bring him back to his senses, and replied dully: "Okay."

After dinner, the doctor came in to change Yan Shijun's dressing with a bit of a report, everything seemed to be arranged by someone, as for who arranged all this, it goes without saying.

Yan Shijun rested and recuperated for several days with such a face, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the Palace of Nights all day long, and that little soft bed became his bed.On weekdays, he either wandered around with Yan San, or quarreled with Shen Chichuan, but every time Yan, who was first-rate and cheap, always had a high fighting spirit at the beginning, and within a short time, he was treated as indifferent by the leader. Bing's eyes give success to defeat.

Speaking of which, he had a pretty good life these days.

When Yan Shijun's injury was almost healed, Shen Chichuan allowed him to leave the Palace of Never Nights, only to find out that a dinner party was being prepared with great fanfare outside the Palace of Nights.

"Is there any happy event for Luoxiao Palace?" Yan Shijun asked vaguely with the apple handed over by Yan San in his mouth.

"Every year, the main palace of Luoxiao Palace holds a banquet for the four great mountain lords. This year's banquet is just today." Yan San explained.

Yan Shijun's eyes lit up: "That is to say, did you have some fun tonight?"

Yan San was taken aback: "Ah... yes..."

He was a little puzzled, the son was the most quiet before, when did he become lively?

and……

Yan San glanced at the food box he was carrying, only a few jujube stones and a pile of pastry crumbs left: Is there something wrong with his brain?Is it possible to eat like this before, son?