[Wearing Books] The little milk fish raised by the master is soft and flirtatious

The inn suddenly turned into a dark magic palace, and Chu Han bit Jun Yi's arm before he let him go.

"Why did you bring me here?"

The last time Chu Han came here, he always felt that the magic palace was gloomy and empty, and he was not used to it.

Jun Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, looked left and right, then tore off the red headband that tied his hair, and quickly tied Chu Han's hands behind him.

"How about you come to my magic palace as a guest?"

"No, do you treat guests like this? Let me go."

Jun Yi let out a muffled laugh, tied his arms tightly, and wrapped his arms around Chu Han's waist, as if holding him in his arms from behind, and his voice was slightly hoarse in his ears, like a lover's love. The whispers are general.

"Be good, don't try to escape, that's a guest, if you don't... then I have other ways."

The voice rang in his ears, and Chu Han could even feel Jun Yi's slightly cool lips brushing against his earlobe, and his heart beat extremely fast for a moment.

Chu Han glanced sideways, Jun Yi's long, straight hair was hanging loose, and a few strands fell to the side of his cheeks as he leaned over slightly.

Chu Han has always loved beauties the most, and has seen many beauties, but this Jun Yi is still rare and stunning. He suddenly felt that the last time he kissed twice, it was not a loss if he was beaten up.

"Am I good-looking?" Jun Yi saw that he was looking at him in a daze, so he asked.

Chu Han swallowed, subconsciously nodded.

Jun Yi's expression changed, and he suddenly pushed him out.

"Come here, take him down, change into the dancer's clothes, and send his things to my bedroom."

In the empty palace just now, two men in black came out from an unknown corner, dragging Chu Han one by one and walking out.

Chu Han was taken aback by this sudden change, but when he realized he was dragged to the door, kicking his legs and struggling.

"What, why do you change your face faster than turning the pages of a book?"

Jun Yi asked people to serve food and wine again, and lay down on his side on the couch. A demon servant girl walked up behind him with light steps, and carefully tied his black hair before retreating.

Jun Yi leaned back with his head propped on one hand, picked up a glass of wine from the table, and sipped it carefully.

He knows that he is beautiful, but he hates people saying that he is beautiful.

He is a devil, how can he be described as "beautiful".

Chu Han's hand was tied with a headband, and the two demon attendants didn't dare to untie it for him, so after reluctantly tearing off his original clothes, they had to find a few pieces of tulle to tie him around.

Chu Han walked in front by himself, carefully holding a few pieces of cloth on his body, for fear of falling off, followed by two black-clothed demon servants, carefully moving in.

A string of golden bells that had just been tied around her ankle jingled all the way.

Seeing Jun Yi, he jumped up and down, turned his back to Jun Yi, and lifted the hands tied behind his back.

"I won't run, untie it quickly, or the clothes will fall off."

Just as he was talking, the belt tied around his waist was finally loosened unbearably, the tulle slipped off, and the naked butt underneath was exposed in front of Jun Yi.

Surprised, Chu Han turned around to look for it, but forgot that his hands were still tied, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backward on his side.

Jun Yi just wanted to laugh when he saw his appearance, when someone put his head on the most vulnerable place under his body.

His face flushed instantly, and after a while, he pushed Chu Han away forcefully, and stood up awkwardly with his legs intertwined.

Jun Yi's face was completely black, and he raised his foot and kicked Chu Han's bare buttocks.

"Take him down and lock him up." After speaking, he didn't want to stay for a moment, and left with his legs crossed in an awkward position.

Thinking of him as a majestic devil, he has always put on airs. Ever since he met Chu Han, his nemesis, he has never been at ease.

Chu Han was lying on the cold ground, wanting to cry, but his lower body was naked, his fart was sore and sore, his head was fine, but he was still wronged.

If Jun Yi hadn't tied him up, would he have looked like this?

Sancho was carried all the way back to Taoyuan and put on a deck chair in the yard.

He kicked Su Zhuo with his toe and said, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Su Zhuo lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold Sancho's little hand in the palm of his hand, and after a while he said slowly: "I just went to Yuqiong Peak and saw the beautiful flower."

"and then?"

"Your face was scratched gently by someone. I asked, and she admitted."

Sancho bit his lips and did not speak, his eyes slowly condensed into mist, but he still looked at Su Zhuo without blinking.

He was angry when his face was just scratched, Qi Suzhuo only cared about Shen Qingqing, now he was wronged by more things, wronged Su Zhuo didn't believe him.

The little pearls slipped down one by one, hitting Su Zhuo's hands, and also hitting the tip of his heart.

Su Zhuo raised his hand and carefully rubbed the corners of the little mermaid's red eyes, then slowly hugged him into his arms and whispered an apology in his ear.

The little mermaid's scolding was really right, he lied to himself lightly with the deepness in his heart, and didn't listen to the little mermaid's words at all, which made the little mermaid feel wronged.

Sancho cried loudly in Su Zhuo's arms, raised his arms and hung them on Su Zhuo's back.

"...Woo...you only care about Shen Qingqing, you never believe me...you even gave me to her, Shen Qingqing let her fish bite me... ...."

Sancho yelled in a crying voice, venting.

When Sancho first came here, he only knew Su Zhuo, but Su Zhuo went along with Shen Qingqing. He was really wronged and uncomfortable, and today he vented it all together.

While crying in Su Zhuo's arms, she told him.

Su Zhuo was distressed and regretted, but it was useless, so he could only apologize over and over again.

Sancho cried uncomfortably, and wiped his nose on Su Zhuo's clothes. When he had cried enough, the clothes on Su Zhuo's chest were already wet with water.

He couldn't shed tears, but there was a lot of snot, which rubbed onto Su Zhuo's clothes, and he wanted to laugh when he saw it.

"Okay, stop crying, okay?" Su Zhuo raised his sleeve to wipe the snot off his face.

Sancho nodded reluctantly before he felt something in his heart.

"Brother Su?"

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door, and Shen gently stepped in, his eyes were a little red and swollen, and the tip of his nose was also red, as if he had cried.

After seeing the two of them, he walked over timidly.

"Senior brother Su, Qingqing is here to apologize. What happened in the dense forest is wrong with Qingqing. Junior brother can punish him however he wants, and Qingqing admits it."

As he spoke, Shen sobbed softly, looking pitiful.

Su Zhuo didn't speak and looked at the little mermaid in his arms.

Sancho also cried just now, and his eyes are still red now. He saw that Shen Qingwei worked hard to adjust the expression on his face, so that he didn't look so fragile.

San Qiao huddled in Su Zhuo's arms and did not speak, so he left Shen Qingqing aside, and when his emotions finally calmed down, Shen Qingqing's legs were probably numb.

"Can I punish you in any way?"

San Qiao finally slipped from Su Zhuo's arms and walked in front of Shen Qingqing.

"Well, it was a mistake made by Qingqing on impulse, and Weiqing confessed her mistake sincerely, please forgive me, Junior Brother."

"Punishment?" Sancho thought for a while, then looked at himself and Su Zhuo, and finally turned his head and went into the kitchen. After a while, he took out a big knife for cutting vegetables: "Then also scratch your face." One knife."

Seeing the knife in his hand, Shen Qingqing was so frightened that his legs went limp. He didn't care about his image, and ran directly behind Su Zhuo, tugging at his clothes.

"Senior Brother Su..." Shen Qing's tears fell again, trembling tremblingly.

Sancho looked at Su Zhuo, still holding the knife in his hand.

After a while, Su Zhuo took a step to the side, revealing Shen Qingqing behind him.

"Gently, there is still some medicine that Qiao Qiao used last time. I will give it to you later. It won't leave a scar."

Shen gently shook his head vigorously, tears streaming down his face.

Sancho stepped forward and pushed Su Zhuo away.

"Last time I was slashed in the face and I was given a confidant, this time I don't need a confidant, so I will give you two slashes, okay?" He gestured with the knife on Shen Qingqing's face, "Don't worry, I will Finding the right spot will be quick and not too painful."

"No, no." Shen Weiwei stepped back in fright, tripped over the deck chair in the middle of the yard, and sat on it.

Sancho's hand continued to move forward, and the blade had just touched Shen Qingqing's white and tender skin. She suddenly showed a painful expression, clutching the clothes on her chest tightly with her hands and screaming in pain, her face turned pale.

Su Zhuo quickly dodges over and grabs Sancho's hand, then pulls it away, nervously looking at Shen Qingqing on the recliner.

Sancho took a step back, also a little nervous.

He just wanted to scare Shen Weiwei, but he forgot that she had a heart attack.

Shen Qingqing grasped Su Zhuo's clothes tightly with his hands, panting heavily, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Senior Brother Su...it hurts, and the medicine...the medicine is not with me."

Su Zhuo carefully hugged Shen gently into his arms, and immediately hugged him horizontally, and attracted Wang Chenjian to step forward.

Sancho blamed himself a little, subconsciously took two steps forward.

"Jojo, don't go, stay here by yourself."

Sancho nodded and watched him leave with Shen Qingqing Yujian in his arms.

There was only one person left in the yard. He lowered his head, and after a while he returned to the kitchen to put down the knife in his hand, and then returned to sit on the recliner.

When the sky was dyed yellow by the orange-yellow sunset, Su Zhuo still didn't come back. He dragged the recliner back to the house with great effort and continued to wait for Su Zhuo.

He just wanted to scare Shen Qingqing, but he didn't expect things to turn out like this. He was a little scared when he saw Shen Qingqing's pale face today.

If Shen Qingqing was really going to die, then he would have to be dragged there now to be stewed.

He saved Shen Qingqing from his own death, but if he didn't save Shen Qingqing, the plot of the heroine's death collapsed, and he died.

And Sancho never wanted to kill her.

It was not until it was dark outside that there was any movement in the yard.

San Qiao got up and ran out quickly. Su Zhuo, who was dressed in white, had just put away his sword and turned to see him.

Sancho walked over with his head down, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen. Is Shen Qingqing okay?"