There are always so many sexes every day

Song Huanhuan squatted at the gate of the yard, and when Shisan came out, she grabbed him and smiled obsequiously: "Brother Shisan, long time no see~"

Thirteen's body froze. He was wrong. He shouldn't let his guard down thinking that this is the territory of the leader. There are obviously the most dangerous things here!

Song Huanhuan climbed along the pole, hung on Shisan's body and said, "I ask you, Brother Shisan, where did you put the little assassin we brought back from the boat?"

Thirteen looked at Song Huanhuan suspiciously. He didn't ask this person for so long. He thought he forgot. Besides, they caught the little assassin, so it has nothing to do with him!

Song Huanhuan was embarrassed by Shisan's eyes, rubbed his nose and looked up at the sky, and said, "I'm just asking casually, that little assassin was having fun on the boat back then hahaha..."

Shisan also thought of the ghost played by Song Huanhuan, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, after thinking for a while, he said, "He is locked in the execution hall, do you want to see him?"

"Punishment hall?" Song Huanhuan was taken aback, as soon as he heard this kind of place, he knew what it was for.

Song Huanhuan twitched at the thought of the little assassin being locked up there, but he always had to pay back when he came out to mess around, and if he became an assassin, he would be prepared to be caught, tortured, or even killed.

"You want to see him?" Thirteen asked again.

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "No, I just remembered it suddenly, so I asked." After a pause, he said again: "Brother Thirteen, if you have something to do, go and do it, I won't disturb you."

Thirteen nods, the wind blows under his feet, and he disappears.

It's just that he didn't expect that three days later, he would meet that little assassin.

Shisan led Song Huanhuan to a remote small courtyard. The courtyard was deserted and there was only one big room.

Thirteen stood outside the door, did not go in, but turned to look at Song Huanhuan and said, "This is what the leader ordered, you go in."

Song Huanhuan was at a loss, what did Murong Ang order?What do you order?

After entering the door, Song Huanhuan completely understood.

Looking at the pale little assassin lying on the bed, Song Huanhuan was surprised: "Why are you? Why are you here? Are you sick?"

The person lying on the bed opened his eyes, glanced at Song Huanhuan faintly, and said, "It's really unlucky in broad daylight."

Song Huanhuan: "..."

Both were silent.

After a long time, Song Huanhuan finally said: "I heard that Brother Thirteen said that you are locked in the torture hall..."

The little assassin motioned Song Huanhuan to help him sit up, and then said: "It was indeed locked in the execution hall before, and it was only released the day before yesterday."

Song Huanhuan blinked, not knowing how to answer.

The little assassin said: "Speaking of which, I still need to thank you."

"Thank me? Thank you for what?"

"If you hadn't brought it up and said you wanted to see me, I would have died long ago."

Song Huanhuan picked his face, he mentioned it to Shisan three days ago, and didn't tell anyone else, but Brother Shisan said it was Murong Ang's arrangement, so it was

The thirteenth brother told Murong Ang what he said, and then Murong Ang released him for him?

After figuring this out, Song Huanhuan suddenly felt extremely happy.

The little assassin was speechless, why did this man suddenly laugh so disgustingly?

Song Huanhuan patted the little assassin's shoulder with a wry smile, and the latter frowned imperceptibly as he endured the pain.

"Hey, little assassin, since I saved your life, then you have to repay me well in the future, do you understand?" Song Huanhuan was so happy that someone could finally command her.

It's just that the little assassin smiled desolately: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

"What?"

"My meridians have been cut off, and my kung fu has been ruined. Even if I recover my body, I will be an ordinary person..."

Song Huanhuan let out an ah and scratched her head, she didn't expect this guy to be in such a miserable situation now.But yes, no matter how you say it, assassins are assassins, if you pull out the thorns, maybe it will be safer.

After thinking about it, he comforted him, "There's nothing to worry about if you don't have any kung fu. Look at me, I don't have any kung fu at all, and I still live well from time to time?"

"How can this be the same..." The little assassin retorted in a low voice. He has practiced since he was a child, and even if he doesn't want to be an assassin, he doesn't want to be wasted.

Song Huanhuan was careless, completely oblivious to the little assassin's little thoughts, and said: "Okay, your body is the capital of the revolution, you are still young, and you will have a long life in the future. Besides, what's so good about being an assassin? I don’t know when I will lose my life, it’s better if I don’t have kung fu, you can be my servant in the future, young master, I haven’t enjoyed the feeling of being served by others for a long time, hahaha..."

The gratitude that the little assassin had just raised was shattered by the last sentence.

"By the way, I've been talking for a long time, but I still don't know your name?" Song Huanhuan thought of this question nervously.

The little assassin was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't have a name, and assassins don't even have names."

Song Huanhuan looked at the little assassin's lost look, and felt that he might have accidentally hurt the young man's fragile heart, so he hurriedly said: "Then you should give yourself a name now, and from now on you will be a boy from a good family with a name. gone."

The little assassin stared at Song Huanhuan in a daze, until he felt uncomfortable looking at the latter, and said, "You're right..."

"That's right, what I said is right."

Thirteen twitched his lips while eavesdropping at the door, no, listening openly.

"Since you saved me, then give me a name."

Song Huanhuan scratched her head, let him get up?It's a little difficult...

"Forget it, you can be called Xiaobai, who told you to be so white when you were on the boat!"

"White?" The little assassin didn't understand, it was night and he was clearly dressed in black, how could he be white?

Song Huanhuan made a final decision: "Just call me Xiaobai."

A little thorn named Xiaobai

The guest nodded: "I will listen to you."

Song Huanhuan smirked, he finally has a follower! ! !

Thirteen couldn't help covering their faces, one or two were stupid, how did they live to such an age?

…………

When seeing Murong Ang again, Song Huanhuan secretly expressed his gratitude, but at the same time was a little worried: "Xiaobai is an assassin, will it be bad for you if you let him go?"

Murong Ang, who had heard all the content from Shisan long ago, said: "It doesn't matter."

So Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had something to do in her idle days.

Huang Ying saw that he was very dissatisfied with running out every day, but she couldn't pull it back, so she let him go.

So, when Murong Ang needed to serve, Song Huanhuan continued to be his competent servant, and took care of Xiaobai when he was free, and his life was pleasant.

However, it would be even better if you could jerk off to the person you like from time to time—Song Huanhuan sighed helplessly after being suffocated.

"Master."

"What's the matter?"

"The old lady wants to see you."

Murong Ang had a half smile but not a smile: "Finally can't stand it anymore?"

Thirteen said nothing.

"Let's go and have a look."

Murong Ang only brought Thirteen to a beautifully decorated courtyard, and the guard at the gate of the courtyard saluted him respectfully: "Master."

Murong Ang lightly nodded, let Shisan stay at the door, and went in by himself.

The maid who had been waiting for a long time led Murong Ang into the Buddhist hall, and the old lady in Shisankou was paying respects to the Buddha.

Said it was an old lady, but in fact she was not old, Murong Ang looked at the woman in black sitting in front of the Buddha expressionlessly, and said disrespectfully: "Mother."

"Here we come..." Mrs. Murong stopped the movements of her hands, let the maid who was standing beside her mix her up, turned around, and revealed a face that was [-]% similar to Murong Ang.

"Mother asked me to come, why?"

"I'm your mother, I want to see you, what more reason do I need?"

Murong Ang chuckled lightly: "Really?"

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Murong seemed to be irritated by Murong Ang's attitude, her voice became cold, and reprimanded her.

Murong Ang lifted his eyelids, and said coldly: "I thought Mother came to me to intercede for my eighth younger brother, but it seems I was overthinking."

"You..." Mrs. Murong took a breath, as if she was suffocated.

Murong Ang raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was very happy.

Old Madam Murong tightly clenched the Buddhist beads in her hand, and said after a while: "Since you mentioned it, then mother will also say it."

"Ok?"

"Fei'er is also your own younger brother, how can you put him in the torture hall? If he can get in there, can he come out alive?"

Murong Ang said: "Why can't you come out?

?I just released one person a few days ago, mother, why worry, maybe in a few days, when I am happy, I will release the eighth brother. "

"Ridiculous——" Mrs. Murong flicked her sleeves and said loudly: "Fei'er is weak, and he can't stand it after staying there for a day. Why don't you release him as soon as possible? Are you trying to harm him?"

Murong Ang yawned: "Mother, I'm worrying too much. I asked yesterday how the eighth brother is doing well in there. It's been more than ten days, isn't he all right?"

Mrs. Murong was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Murong Ang's expression gradually turned cold, and he said: "I call you mother only because you gave birth to me, and Murong Fei is also my younger brother, otherwise, do you think he is still alive?"

Mrs. Murong trembled angrily: "I'm not worthy!"

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for the compliment."

"you you……"

"Mother, you must know why I locked up Murong Fei."

Mrs. Murong's face turned pale upon hearing this.

Murong Ang didn't care, and said bluntly: "Look, I just locked him up, and you came to plead for him. When he hired an assassin to assassinate me, why didn't you think about me? Huh? My mother grown ups!"

If it wasn't for the maid beside her, Mrs. Murong would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Murong Ang looked coldly at the woman who gave him life, his eyes were full of disdain, as if he thought the blow was not big enough, he bent down, stared straight at the old lady Murong and continued: "The flower girl in Heishui City , mother, you must take care of it, otherwise you won’t know when you lose your life...but it will be miserable, don’t you think so?”

Old Mrs. Murong looked away, looking very embarrassed.

Murong Ang straightened his waist, and said in a cold voice: "My lord, I forgot your status as a princess and stayed here peacefully. I will not pursue what you did before." After a pause, he continued: " As for Murong Fei, I will spare his life, but he will never step out of the execution hall." After speaking, he left without caring about her reaction.

"Ang'er...you can't do this...Ang'er..."

Murong Ang's steps didn't stop in the slightest, if he had known this before, why bother!

Seeing Murong Ang come out on Thirteenth, he said, "Master..."

"Send someone to guard here, she is not allowed to go out."

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

Murong Ang is in a bad mood, or every time he sees his so-called mother, he will be in a bad mood, and now he needs to vent...

Song Huanhuan, who was arguing with Xiaobai, had no idea that disaster was imminent for her!

The author has something to say: the previous assassin incident and the flower girl incident are just like that~ I can finish my explanation~

Signing the name——I am named incompetent star, I can tell from the name of the assassin since I was a child...

In the future, there will be muddled plots, so names such as Shenma Villa, martial arts, heroes, swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and cannon fodder girl are needed [Is this a spoiler? 】

The little assassin is doing well...

In fact, when I wrote it before, the little assassin was not the kind of real desperado, like he was afraid of ghosts, would fight with Song Huanhuan, etc., which also paved the way for him to become a good man now.

We need to speed up the process, we can't stay here all the time, wandering the rivers and lakes is the right way!