There are always so many sexes every day

Thirteen, who was hugged by the thigh, fell into dire straits. On the one hand, Song Huanhuan rubbed against him facelessly, and on the other hand, his master's eyes were cold and piercing.

Thirteen looked up to the sky and sighed, what evil did he do!

Song Huanhuan grabbed Shisan's arm with an innocent expression: "Brother Shisan, what are you looking at? Is there a handjob in the sky?"

airplane?what is that?Forget that is not important.

Thirteen tried harder and harder, but he couldn't pull it out. Looking at his arm tightly held by Song Huanhuan, and then at the leader who was walking towards him with a frosty face, Thirteen knelt down and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, Shisan is seasick, please get off the boat and take the carriage." Although being a coachman is hard work, it is better than being abused here.

Song Huanhuan: "..." By the way, isn't he the one who gets seasick?Moreover, if Thirteen left, whose thigh would he hug?Murong Ang?Do not make jokes……

Murong Ang said: "Sure."

Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief and was finally saved...

It's just that Song Huanhuan said before he was relieved, "I'll go too."

Thirteen choked on this breath.

Murong Ang narrowed his eyes: "No."

Song Huanhuan boldly protested with dissatisfaction: "I'm seasick..."

Murong Ang looked at him coldly, and Song Huanhuan hurriedly said, "But I also get motion sickness haha... so it's better to stay on the boat..."

Murong Ang's complexion improved a bit.

Thirteen hurriedly resigned, packed up two pieces of clothes, untied the boat and rowed away by himself.

Song Huanhuan squatted on the ground, leaning on the side of the boat, looking affectionately at Shisan's back, biting his lip, wondering if it was too late for him to jump off and follow?

Murong Ang snorted coldly, interrupting someone's completely unrealistic imagination, and said: "What? You are not seasick, what are you still doing here?"

Song Huanhuan turned his head to look at Murong Ang, and said tremblingly: "Seventh Young Master, I can't stand up anymore..." Because Shisan's thigh was there before, he rushed to Shisan's side vigorously, but now his thigh is gone , He naturally lost his motivation and couldn't get up.

Murong Ang: "..."

Unbearable, Murong Ang reached out and grabbed Song Huanhuan by the collar, lifted him up and threw him directly into his room.

Song Huanhuan rolled on the bed in a daze before sitting up, thanking Mosquito Repellent Eyes, "Thank you, Seventh Young Master, for saving your life."

Murong Ang closed his eyes and told himself that this person was used to relieve boredom, and he did this a dozen times before suppressing the irritability in his heart.

Song Huanhuan naturally didn't know that he was about to be beaten up by Fatty. He had no thighs to hug, so he could only hug the quilt and nestle on the bed, with a fishy face, thinking about when he would be able to land...

Murong Ang twitched the corners of his mouth, he couldn't bear Song Huanhuan's face anymore, he turned around and left with his sleeves thrown, the wooden door slammed loudly.

Song Huanhuan just glanced up, then lowered her head, pressed her twitching right eyelid, and her heart began to throb again.

The left eye jumps for money and the right eye jumps for disaster, what will happen again?

Song Huanhuan decided that if he guessed correctly again this time, he would proclaim himself the Holy Mouth of the Crow, and open his mouth to curse anyone who displeased him!

…………

At night, not long after Song Huanhuan lay down - well, he had been lying still - when he heard the sound of arrows piercing the air from outside.

Song Huanhuan huddled under the quilt, covered her ears and pretended not to hear the sound outside, "I didn't hear anything, I'm not a crow's mouth..."

Not long after, there was the sound of swords clashing.

Song Huanhuan only felt that the boat was shaking violently, so he hugged the quilt and tried to crawl under the bed to hide. Although his room was not conspicuous, what if someone came by accidentally?

It's just that he just sent the upper half of his body to the ground when the wooden door was kicked open.

Song Huanhuan: "..."

assassin:"……"

Song Huanhuan's hair was disheveled, she stretched out her paws and rubbed them on the ground little by little, she rolled her eyes and pretended to be Sadako, "Give me my life... give me my life..."

The assassin took a step back, the hand holding the sword was shaking, "You, you, don't pass, come here...I, I, I..."

Song Huanhuan's hair was all covered in front of her face, she was dressed in white, and crawled towards the assassin on all fours: "Give me my life... Give me my life..."

The assassin couldn't take it anymore, and howled: "There's a ghost..." Then he stumbled with his left foot and took a step with his right foot, and fled all the way.

Song Huanhuan: "...As an assassin, I'm so disrespectful..." After finishing speaking, there was a "slap", and she lay face down on the ground and did not move.

"I'm so sick..."

There was a fierce fight outside, but no one came in except for the first assassin who tested the ghost with himself. Maybe it was the assassin who howled and everyone knew there was a ghost...

I don't know how long it took, but when Song Huanhuan was about to fall asleep, the sound outside stopped, and for a while, there was no sound at all.

Song Huanhuan thought in a daze, although he had experienced two assassinations, it was a pity that he had never seen the live version...

When Shisan received Murong Ang's order and came to find Song Huanhuan, he was taken aback by his strange appearance.

Song Huanhuan raised her head slowly when she heard the movement, and there was a "cracking" sound from her neck.

"Brother Thirteen, I knew you were the best..."

Thirteen closed his eyes fiercely, kicked Song Huanhuan's ghost out of his mind, then opened his eyes and walked over to help Song Huanhuan up.

Song Huanhuan grabbed Shisan's arm and asked curiously, "Brother Shisan, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"..."

"Could it be that I don't look good? But why did that assassin howl and run away when he saw me?" Song Huanhuan was at a loss.

Thirteen remained silent.

"By the way, Brother Thirteen, didn't you get off the boat and drive the carriage? Why did you come back so soon?"

"...Assassins are coming, I want to protect the master."

"That's it..." Song Huanhuan nodded: "Then are you okay now? Then let's sleep together."

Thirteen's hands trembled, "Master sent me to pick you up to the deck and see if anything happened to you by the way."

Song Huanhuan: "..." Are these words in the wrong order?

"what's up?"

"The master didn't tell me, you will know when you go."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Huanhuan to refuse, she dragged him over directly.

The boat had already stopped in the middle of the river, the deck was brightly lit, Murong Ang was sitting on the top seat, there was a teacup and a few plates of snacks on a small table next to him, and there were two guards standing behind him, who looked like someone from a certain family Your young master is swimming in the lake, but the premise is to ignore the two black-clothed assassins kneeling in front of him...and the current time.

Song Huanhuan smacked his lips on Shisan: "It's such a waste to light so many candles at night..." People who don't know how to save money will be struck by lightning!

Seeing Song Huanhuan with disheveled hair coming over, Murong Ang frowned unobtrusively, and said, "Why do you look like this?"

Song Huanhuan hurriedly spit in the palm of her hand, and brushed back her messy hair.

Thirteen got rid of Song Huanhuan's other hand, took a step back, and turned his head. It was really embarrassing. Why did the leader take a fancy to this person?

Song Huanhuan smiled obsequiously: "Isn't it messy now?"

Murong Ang: "..."

Taking a deep breath, resisting the urge to throw Song Huanhuan into the water and wash it again, Murong Ang said, "Sit down."

Song Huanhuan looked around and saw that no one was sitting except Murong Ang, so he said coyly: "This is not good, how dare I just sit down?"

"If you don't sit, you won't have to sit in the future."

Song Huanhuan immediately sat down, put her hands on her knees honestly, and then showed an innocent smile at everyone.

Everyone: "..."

Murong Ang's hand holding the teacup tightened again and again, only then did he suppress the irritability aroused by Song Huanhuan in his heart.

Song Huanhuan felt that Murong Ang was not in a good mood now, so he stopped playing tricks and turned to look at the assassin who was kneeling in the middle with his acupuncture point tapped and his jaw removed.

Song Huanhuan asked Shisan furtively, "Is this going to be interrogated by torture?"

Thirteen: "..." Everyone heard it, so you don't have to keep your voice down.

Murong Ang said: "You want to interrogate? Okay, then I will leave it to you."

Song Huanhuan: "..." When did he say he wanted to interrogate?

But now he couldn't help but refuse.

Song Huanhuan held her mouth and stood up, wanting to go over and take a closer look at the two assassins, took a step and turned to look at Thirteen: "Brother Thirteen, are they really not allowed to move?"

Thirteen didn't say anything, but Murong Ang snorted.

Song Huanhuan rubbed her nose and immediately became obedient.

Seeing Song Huanhuan passing by, an assassin acted very fiercely, but his jaw was removed and the acupuncture point was tapped, all he could do was make a whimpering sound in his throat and stare desperately.

Song Huanhuan didn't mind at all, he squatted in front of the assassin, picked the assassin's chin and began to look carefully.

The assassin remembered that this was the hand he spat on, and felt sick in his heart, wishing he could kill Song Huanhuan.

Song Huanhuan seemed to have discovered something, she covered her mouth with one hand and her nose with the other, revealing a pair of eyes that were about to fall out of the window.

"Yeah, it's you!"

Murong Ang paused for holding the teacup.

"You are that little assassin who is afraid of ghosts and disrespectful..."

Murong Ang: "..."

Song Huanhuan stretched out his hand and pushed his hair to the front again to cover his face, rolled his eyes and stretched out his paws to climb onto the assassin, saying in a sinister voice, "Give me my life... Give me my life..."

Everyone: "..."

The assassin rolled his eyes and passed out.

Song Huanhuan had a displeased expression on his face, and said angrily, "You all know that I'm a human being, but you're still afraid. It's really disrespectful."

Turning her head to look at Murong Ang, she saw that the latter looked thoughtful, Song Huanhuan had no choice but to shift her gaze to another assassin.

Song Huanhuan just moved, but saw the assassin suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his body tilted, and he died.

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look innocently at Murong Ang, with a few drops of blood sprayed on his face, "I didn't do anything..." Then, as if he had realized that someone was dead, he rushed to the side of the boat and grabbed the side of the boat Started to vomit.

Murong Ang: "..." You did nothing but come out with a grimace to scare people.

Instructing Thirteen to deal with the people, Murong Ang walked over to pick up Song Huanhuan, turned around and walked towards the room.

"Where are you going?" Song Huanhuan was weak.

"……bath."

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened: "Shrimp?"

Murong Ang threw Song Huanhuan into the wooden bucket, looked at him with disgust and said, "Look at what you look like now, wash it off before going to bed."

Song Huanhuan coughed non-stop from being choked by the water, leaned against the tub and nodded feebly: "Of course."

Murong Ang snorted, turned and left.

Song Huanhuan buried herself in the water, holding her breath.

After going through such a fright, Song Huanhuan felt that she had died once.

In fact, he could feel that the man's blood sprayed on his face, he just tried not to let himself think about it...

Song Huanhuan crawled out of the water unbearably, she should go to sleep, and forget everything when she wakes up.

The author has something to say: I am struggling with when to send the two of them to bed

Otherwise, the topic is white...

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