three feet away from me

Wen Xucong turned his head expressionlessly, and kicked Xie Ze at the gate of life. Xie Ze retreated back and loosened his strength, and Wen Xucong took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand.

Xie Ze looked up, and saw a young man with red lips and white teeth, green onions and tender leaves in his room, and his drunken mind became even more unclear: "Which adult sent you a beauty, come here, I can't do tricks like playing hard to get On the table, just follow me.”

The little prime minister who looked at him with dislike at first glance avoided Xie Ze's hand, disdainful and a little disgusted, does this man not recognize men and women when he is drunk?

Wen Xucong didn't want to get entangled with him, but Xie Ze came forward with a grinning grin the next moment. He stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch Wen Xucong's face. He pressed against the table.

"You bastard who doesn't know what's good or bad!" Xie Ze was pressed half of his face on the table, his blood was surging, and with a flexible movement of his wrist, he broke Wen Xucong's shackles, turned around and punched Wen Xucong in the abdomen.

Xie Ze has been fighting the enemy hand-to-hand on the battlefield all year round. Whether it is actual combat or skill, he is much better than Wen Xucong. The two of them came and broke tables and chairs and made a lot of noise. The servants in the past heard it , did not dare to come in, the commotion in Xie Ze's room was bigger than this before, and the servants entered the room to check, but Xie Ze threw out a teacup. The servants all do their own things with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, as if they are not there.

In the room, Xie Ze was breathing heavily, this kind of visible and untouchable anger made his heart burn, and he became extremely reckless in his actions regardless of the purpose.

He stood up and caught Wen Xucong's fist on his abdomen without avoiding it. Wen Xucong opened his eyes slightly, and the next moment he saw Xie Ze's mouth showing a touch of lust, and an inexplicable bad feeling surged in his heart. It felt like Wen Xucong was about to retreat immediately.

But it was too late, Xie Ze used this posture to hold Wen Xucong's wrist, and twisted it hard with his backhand.

The sound of bones being squeezed was very clear in the room. Wen Xucong's right hand convulsed. He had never felt such a huge pain that his eyes turned black, and he couldn't help but groan.

"Can talk! I thought he was dumb!" Xie Ze took off Wen Xucong's arm, grabbed Wen Xucong's two hands and tied them behind his back, and frivolously touched his face: " Why is this face so tender, it's easier to touch than the faces of those little girls."

Wen Xucong broke out in cold sweat again, it wasn't just the pain, Xie Ze knew he was a man, and the shirt on his back was soaked, Xie Ze had already pulled him to the bed, Wen Xucong gritted his teeth , hit Xie Ze with all his strength, this collision used all the strength of his whole body, Xie Ze was caught off guard, let go of his hand, and took a few steps back.

Wen Xu was in severe pain, and before she could recover, she was grabbed by her hair and thrown on the soft bed.

Suddenly it was dark, Wen Xucong fell on the bed, dizzy for a while, and suddenly the sharp pain in his elbow woke him up, Wen Xucong raised his head, and saw Xie Ze pick up his dislocated hand and was about to tie it to the head of the bed on the shelf.

What was he going to do, Wen Xu was stunned for a moment, the huge feeling of nausea was like a huge boulder pressing on his chest, it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, and his eyes couldn't see clearly.

Xie Ze took his hand and pressed it back, Wen Xucong frowned and let out another muffled groan.

"It's a good call, and it's still so good when you call it later. I'll give you a good thing." Xie Ze tied Wen Xucong's clothes to the bed, and tied a knot.

Wen Xu's hair was soaked in cold sweat, and it was softly attached to his forehead. Seeing Xie Ze's naked upper body, he bent down towards him impatiently, disregarding the dislocated hand tied to the bed, Wen Xu's body was biting. The tip of his tongue was broken, and he developed a little strength, wanting to pull that hand out of the rope made of clothes in one go.

That hand was already in pain when it was not moving, and now he needs to exert more strength, just thinking about Wen Xucong's lip color has faded a little, but now he can't tolerate the pain.

Wen Xucong had a cold face and was about to make a move when his body lightened suddenly and a gust of wind hit. Xie Ze was wrapped around his neck, dragged out of the bed, and fell hard to the ground.

Du Xingqing kicked Xie Ze in the face, his eyes were dark and scary: "You dare to move him, whether he wants to die or has gone crazy, don't you know that he is mine!"

"You..." Xie Ze fell to the ground, hissing like a dead fish, turning his head with effort, trying to say something, but Du Xingqing didn't give him a chance to speak.

Du Xingqing took half a step back with one leg, bent his knees and squatted in front of Xie Ze, and raised Xie Ze's head to face him: "Look carefully, today your grandfather and I, Du Xingqing, will be in your mansion, in your room, and put You beat me half to death, life would be worse than death."

Xie Ze rolled his eyes a few times, as if thinking of something, regardless of his head was still in Du Xingqing's hand, his eyes became fierce: "You are the emperor's people! You!!"

"You don't care who I am!" His head was thrown on the ground by the young master, and with the force of a bow and arrow, Xie Ze's head knocked on the spot, with blood splattered in it: "How dare a traitorous trash collaborate with the enemy?" Arrogant!"

Du Xingqing kicked Xie Ze one after another, each time with fierce force, Xie Ze let out a low cry of pain at the beginning, but in the end, he couldn't make a sound at all, lying on the ground like a piece of rag , let Du Xingqing turn over and over again.

The hem of Du Xingqing's clothes was stained with blood.