Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

The temperature on Shen Chichuan's body was rising steadily, and he even felt that the temperature of the hot spring water under his body had boiled him thoroughly.

Yan Shijun in the hot spring had no strength all over his body, and he could only stand still by climbing on Shen Chichuan's shoulders.The eyes that were no longer in focus seemed so innocent, and the slightly raised lips became more and more charming under the steaming heat.

Shen Chichuan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and went straight up to hold that lip.

The rich aroma of wine wrapped between Shen Chichuan's lips and tongue, and under the heavy mist, the two tossed and lingered.

After a long while, Shen Chichuan let go of the person in his arms. Yan Shijun was blindfolded and dizzy from being kissed. He looked at the man in front of him, the shadow in front of him was dangling, and he couldn't see clearly even though he opened his eyes wide. .Yan Shijun pursed his lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and put his hands on Shen Chichuan's cheeks: "Don't...don't shake."

Shen Chichuan didn't dodge, and said in a deep voice, "You're drunk."

"I haven't." Yan Shijun shook his head stubbornly, "I know it very well!"

Shen Chichuan held his hand in his palm: "Okay, since you are clear, I ask you a question, and you have to answer me seriously."

In order to prove that he was sober, Yan Shijun didn't even know that he had fallen into someone's trap, so he just nodded blankly.

Shen Chichuan held Yan Shijun's arm tightly: "Tell me, what is your real identity?"

"I am Yan Shijun, I... I come from the 21st century."

"21st... 21st century? Where is it?"

Yan Shijun shook his head: "A place you can't go to."

Shen Chichuan's eyes dimmed a little, and he continued to be persuasive: "Then why did you come to my side?"

"Task."

Shen Chichuan's voice trembled slightly: "Is it just a mission?"

Yan Shijun nodded angrily: "Otherwise, why should I spend time talking to you? You are such a bastard, so annoying..."

"But, I don't want to leave again..." Yan Shijun complained for a long time, his voice suddenly weakened again, his eyes were dazed and he didn't know where he was staring, and he stayed for a long time before he said, "Maybe, it's also because You..."

Shen Chichuan's heart that was already on the verge of death suddenly injected a tinge of life into the last sentence. He grabbed Yan Shijun's shoulder, stared at his eyes with fiery eyes, and asked the last sentence: "Then I... I Can I still trust you?"

Shen Chichuan's last sentence contained a slight plea.

But Yan Shijun didn't know anything, his drowsy head's thinking ability was close to zero, and he fell heavily into Shen Chichuan's arms. He didn't know what the other party said, and there was a faint "hmm" in his throat. "Voice.

Then he will believe it.

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Can you imagine waking up drunk the next night and finding yourself lying naked in bed?

Yan Shijun could feel it, and felt it with real emotion.

This is simply a scene of a large drunk scene!

Last night he just wanted to drink away his worries, who knew that the old worries would not go away, but new ones would come up again.

He just wants to know what he did last night?It's just a few sips, just a few sips, why is the wine so strong?Immediately he did not wake up.

Before Yan Shijun could react from his stupefaction, someone knocked on the door, and Yan San's voice came from outside: "My lord, are you awake?"

Yan Shijun lifted the quilt and took a look at the naked area under the quilt. In order to preserve his few integrity, he hurriedly said: "Wait, wait."

Wrapped in a quilt, he took out clothes from the cabinet and wrapped them up indiscriminately, feeling that he didn't show what he should have exposed, so he went to open the door.

Outside the door was Yan San with breakfast.

Yan Shijun's stomach grunted when he saw the lunch box, and tears almost fell from the corner of his mouth.

Yan San came in, put the meals on the table one by one, and knocked down Yan Shijun's hand that was about to reach out, and took out a bowl of yellow cloudy liquid from the bottom of the lunch box: "Drink this bowl of hangover soup. .”

Yan Shijun posted it up and smelled it, and a strong smell of rotten apples hit his face, and he retracted his neck decisively: "Don't drink it, I boiled this stuff and it smells ten thousand times better than him, okay, what the hell."

After a bit of contempt, Yan Shijun's claws extended to the delicate desserts on the plate.

Then he just watched the plate fly away from his eyes.

Yan San held the plate and sniffed at the sober soup: "You must drink what the leader ordered."

Yan Shijun put his hands on his hips: "Do you dare to bring out the leader to suppress me?"

Yan San raised his chin, confidently: "Yes."

Yan Shijun took a deep breath: "You are cruel."

A hero does not suffer from immediate losses, but suffers when it is time to suffer.

The "good man" drank the hangover soup in one gulp, it was so bad that his eyes almost rolled out.Good guy, no wonder it was called hangover soup. After drinking this bowl, not to mention the smell of alcohol, the whole person's cranial cavity is transparent.

I hastily stuffed a few pieces of pastry into my mouth, so that my mouth had some sweetness.

Yan Shijun finally managed to eat, and asked seemingly casually, "Where's Shen Chichuan?"

"The leader took people out early in the morning."

"Oh." Yan Shijun's tone was slightly disappointed.

After a while, Yan Shijun, who had spared two circles of the earth, realized that something was wrong just now: "How did Shen Chichuan know that I was drunk?"

Yan San suddenly looked at him differently.

Yan Shijun suddenly felt cold: "Did I do anything excessive yesterday?"

Yan San pretended to think about it: "It seems that there is nothing too much."

Yan Shijun's heart relaxed slightly.

"It's nothing more than getting drunk and going crazy, climbing to the roof and arguing to drink with Sister Chang'e."

Yan Shijun choked on the half-chewed sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and couldn't go up or down, just like his mood at this time, it was really comparable to eating Xiang.

"You... what did you say?"

Yan San continued to make up his sword: "I also accidentally fell off the roof of the meeting hall and was caught in the arms of the leader."

"Then?"

"Then you stepped on the leader's throne and called the leader a pervert."

Yan Shijun was completely paralyzed: "What did you say?"

"No one... No one saw it..."

"Not many people." Yan San paused, "It's just six elders, a dozen high-ranking warriors, and half of the servants in Luoxiao Palace."

Yan Shijun fell from the chair to the ground with a plop: Oh my god, let a thunder strike him to death!

How did this make him go out?