Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Shen Chichuan paced in front of the window, standing with his hands behind his back. His slender figure was wrapped in a thin plain white underwear, making him look even colder.Looking out of the window, the warriors who came late in the yard were disposing of the corpses of the dead soldiers.Seeing Yan Shijun who was still in a daze on the bed, a warrior glanced at Shen Chichuan's back who didn't intend to go forward at all, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward and cupped his hands: "Mrs. Yan, the sedan chair is ready outside, please." Get on the sedan chair, madam."

When Yan Shijun came back to his senses, he felt even more furious when he heard the word madam. He glanced at Shen Chichuan and said loudly on purpose: "I am no longer Mrs. Yan, just call me Mr. Yan."

The warrior looked a little embarrassed, raised his eyelids and took a sneak peek at Shen Chichuan, seeing that the latter didn't respond, he plucked up his courage and shouted: "Duke Yan..."

The back of Shen Chichuan's head seemed to have eyes. Just when the phrase "zi" was about to be said, he suddenly turned his head, staring at the warrior coldly with deep eyes.

Goosebumps instantly appeared on the warrior's back and neck, his underwear was soaked in cold sweat, and he swallowed the "zi" back.

"Yanfu..."

"What did you say?" Yan Shijun glanced at him, although he was not as coercive as Shen Chichuan, but his stare should not be underestimated.

The poor warrior swallowed the word "person" back.

"You—please move into the courtyard, the sedan chair is already waiting."

He shouldn't be talking about these two people.

Yan Shijun snorted coldly, arranged his clothes, straightened his back and wanted to get off the bed, but unexpectedly his legs gave way and almost fell into a dog's shit: "Ah——"

He squatted down holding his ankle in pain, only to find that his ankle was red and swollen at some point. If nothing else, it should be that Master Dongshan accidentally sprained his ankle when he threw him on the bed just now.I didn't pay attention to the critical situation just now, but now Lao Gao's ankle is swollen, let alone walking, it hurts even to move.

The martial artist stood by the side at a loss, he didn't dare to walk if he couldn't help him - if the other party was okay, it would be Mrs. Yan, and Shen Chichuan was still standing here.

Even if he was beaten to death, he didn't dare to reach out to give him a hand.

Just as he was thinking, the overwhelming pressure suddenly approached, and a tall figure enveloped him.When the warrior saw the person coming, he was very keenly aware of his extra status, stepped back a few steps, and retreated out of the room.

Yan Shijun clutched his ankle in pain, completely unaware that the warrior beside him had left, so he naturally stretched out a hand: "Excuse me, help me."

The outstretched arm was grabbed by someone, and Yan Shijun was about to stand up with this force, but unexpectedly, he spun around. When he realized it, a beautiful and unparalleled face bumped into his eyes.

Naturally, it goes without saying that it is the leader.

"Shen Chichuan! Let me go down!" Yan Shijun was still angry and didn't appreciate it at all, struggling with his legs to get down.

Shen Chichuan said calmly, "You don't want your feet anymore?"

Yan Shijun spat at him: "I'm not your wife now, so naturally it has nothing to do with you!"

Shen Chichuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Everything in Luoxiao Palace belongs to me, including people."

"Shen Chichuan! You are shameless." Yan Shijun stared fiercely at the unparalleled handsome face in front of him, wishing to burn a hole in his face with his gaze, "Listen Shen Chichuan, I don't belong to anyone, don't Thinking that you are the leader, you can manipulate everyone, and you can decide the fate of a person casually, let me tell you, my fate, Yan Shijun, is determined by myself!"

Yan Shijun became more and more angry when he said that, as a modern socialist youth, he has lived in the modern society for so long, and the concept of equality for everyone has long been deeply ingrained in his heart.Ever since I inexplicably crossed into this world in the book, in order to complete the mission of what the hell, I not only have to swallow my breath to please the moody and violent leader in front of me, but also endure this messy ancient rules and regulations here, no electricity, no internet, nothing. No, you have to sell your hue to eat something.

Is he easy? !

The more Yan Shijun thought about it, the angrier he became, he couldn't hold his breath, and bit Shen Chichuan's shoulder in anger.

Through a thin layer of underwear, Yan Shijun's teeth just bit down hard.Shen Chichuan didn't expect that what he was holding in his arms was actually a sharp-toothed little wolfhound, and he didn't show mercy at all.

Shen Chichuan let out a muffled snort, the hand holding him didn't loosen at all, his brows were wrinkled, and thin beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Yan Shijun took a bite with sincere feeling, and his mood was much more comfortable. He didn't hear Shen Chichuan reprimanding him for a long time, and he didn't throw him on the ground. He suddenly raised his eyes with guilt, and saw Shen Chichuan tensed His chin, and his beautiful thin lips were tightly pressed.

Yan Shijun's heart suddenly softened a little, and he slowly let go, and Shen Chichuan's shoulder could see the clear teeth marks through his clothes.

"You...why don't you run away?"

Shen Chichuan's face turned pale, and his lips moved: "You are too heavy to hide."

Yan Shijun: Is there any relationship between the two?

Also, my lord, can you say something human?

Yan Shijun angrily pulled Shen Chichuan's underwear away, and the shape of Yan Shijun's good teeth was clearly reflected on Shen Chichuan's shoulders, revealing some bloodshot faintly, reflecting his pale skin, making it even more shocking .

Yan Shijun squinted his eyes and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Chichuan thought that Yan Shijun lifted his clothes and wanted to take a look at the wound apologetically, so his heart softened: "It doesn't hurt."

Who knew someone would mercilessly squeeze his wound, Shen Chichuan gasped: "You!"

Yan Shijun shook his head at him: "It deserves it."

The sedan chair outside the door was ready, and the warriors carrying the sedan chair were talking in low voices, but when they saw Shen Chichuan coming out with Yan Shijun in his arms, they all made the same movement in unison—bow their heads, molested Don't look.

Who knew that the two started flirting and cursing at the door, and even took off their clothes. The warriors glanced at each other and sniffed—Mrs. The leader is so weak that he doesn't even return his hand!

And...is it something we can watch like stripping clothes?

Immediately afterwards, the sound of Shen Chichuan taking a breath of air reached the ears of all warriors at the right time, and several of them were suddenly startled—the leader who has always been invincible can actually feel pain?

With doubts, several people couldn't help but raised their heads to take a sneak peek, and when they met Shen Chichuan's cold glance, they all lowered their heads again.

Sure enough, the leader still cares about saving face.