Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Hearing Shu Yuan's nonsense, Wen Qing lowered her head red-faced.

Fu Liang hurriedly cupped his hands to thank him: "Brother Wen Qing, thank you for saving my life."

Wen Qing was awkwardly shy for a while, and finally she pursed her lips and looked up to Fu Liang, "Ah Liang, you are serious, we are friends, we should save you."

Standing beside Fu Liang, Shu Yuan slightly hooked his lips maliciously, Wen Qing and Fu Liang gouged him out while being polite, Shu Yuan immediately smoothed the corners of his lips honestly.

The moonlight was clear in the mountain, and Fu Liang led the two of them down the mountain cautiously, because the people from Xingyao Palace would strictly patrol the mountain every night, and now that he was rescued by the two people from Beidouxuan, Ji Jiu would definitely increase the number of people patrolling the mountain and search efforts.

Moreover, there are many traps on the mountain, if it weren't for Fu Liang to lead the way, it would be very difficult for the three of them to leave Xingyao Palace's territory safely.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the wind in the valley is very cool.

Wen Qing and Shu Jiu followed closely behind Fu Liang, and they chatted with their unique method of sound transmission, which outsiders could not hear.

Wen Qing glanced at the moonlight, dissatisfied: "Why did you lie to Fu Liang that I healed his wounds?"

Shu Yuan glanced at him, his eyes seemed to reprimand him for "asking knowingly", raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you like him? I'm here to help you."

Wen Qing blushed again after being guessed: "But I don't want to lie to him."

Shu Yuan rolled his eyes: "But you have already lied."

Wen Qing: "..."

Shu Yuan put his arms on his shoulders and comforted him warmly: "Why don't you tell him now that in fact you didn't heal his injuries and you lied to him before, do you dare?"

Wen Qing hesitated for a while with puffed cheeks: "I dare not."

Shu Yuan patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Little brother, you can't be so cowardly in front of the person you like. If you like him, you have to play some tricks. How about moving him so that he likes you?"

Wen Qing frowned in confusion: "But..."

Shu Yuan: "Come on, didn't you notice that when he knew you were healing him, he looked at you with gentle eyes? If you don't want his tenderness, you can confess to him. If you are embarrassed, I confess for you."

Wen Qing looked at him nervously: "Don't, don't, don't tell him the truth."

Shu Yuan nodded in satisfaction: "It's not too bad."

"Strange." Fu Liang stopped and couldn't help talking to himself.

Wen Qing hurried forward and asked concerned: "Ah Liang, what's wrong?"

"It stands to reason that the deployment of Xingyao Palace should be doubled than usual, but our journey has been too smooth." Fu Liang stroked his chin with a headache.

"It's not easy..." Shu Yuan stepped forward to stand side by side with him, "Su Muyao must have thought that we had already gone down the mountain, so he didn't send more people, but the situation at the bottom of the mountain may be different, maybe his people have already chased us by now. Down the mountain, and beyond."

Ji Jiu squinted his eyes, and Duan Xiao looked at him with a particularly explicit look, which he was too familiar with.

"What do you mean?" he asked tentatively.

Duan Xiao put down the hand holding his face, walked towards Su Muyao on his knees, knelt at his feet, grabbed his robe tightly with both hands, raised his head and smiled morbidly: "Master, if Fu Liang doesn't have the heart of blood, you You wouldn’t think so highly of him, would you?”

"Nonsense." Ji Jiu frowned in disgust.

If Fu Liang didn't have a heart of blood, he would be no different from an ordinary person, and Su Muyao would definitely not accept him as a disciple.

Duan Xiao, who got an affirmative answer, looked even more frenziedly. He tightened his robe and slowly moved it to Su Muyao's thigh, and then hugged his leg with both hands through the robe and brocade trousers, and asked earnestly: "Master!" , if Fu Liang didn't have the heart of blood core, you wouldn't treat him so well and treated him differently since he was a child, right?"

Ji Jiu keenly felt that Duan Xiao's hot palms seemed to stick to the skin of his thigh even though they were separated by two layers of fabric, which made him extremely uncomfortable and even nauseated.

"Of course." Ji Jiu said lightly.

If Fu Liang didn't have the heart of blood core, of course Su Muyao wouldn't treat him differently. In order to stimulate the heart of blood core and improve Fu Liang's physique, he tested poison on Fu Liang every day, tortured Fu Liang so much that he could not survive but could not die. .

In Duan Xiao's eyes, these are the ones that have been taken care of by the master, and Ji Jiu understands what he means.

The bright red mark on Duan Xiao's left cheek is still clear, and he can't help stroking Su Muyao's thigh with his hands, as if caring for a beloved treasure. His eyes are shining with admiration, and he said leisurely:

"Master, let Fu Liang leave, let him get out of Xingyao Palace as far as possible, he is nothing but a heart of blood, but I am different, Master...I will love you forever, Be loyal to you, I am willing to do whatever you ask me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "snap", and the leather whip slapped him fiercely on the right cheek. Duan Xiao was beaten loose from Ji Jiu's thigh and fell to the ground. He raised his hand and touched it gently. His hand was covered with sticky blood on his injured face.

On Duan Xiao's fair face, there were wounds all over the left and right sides, especially the blood stain at least three inches long on the right cheek, which was torn apart.

Ji Jiu shook the leather whip in his right hand, and Duan Xiao still had that disgusting feeling where he touched his leg just now.

Duan Xiao sat sideways on the ground, he pressed the ground with his left hand, and stroked the whip wound on his cheek with his right hand. The wound was really bloody, and it was too shocking to hang on his too perfect face.

"Duan Xiao, can you be a little self-aware? At least Fu Liang has the heart of blood core, which is useful to me, how about you? You don't even have the heart of blood core, you are only worthy of being my dog, do you understand?"

Ji Jiu squatted down, his moon-white robe dragging to the floor, he gathered the long whip, lifted Duan Xiao's jaw with the handle of the whip, admiring his distressed face with great interest.

Duan Xiao boldly held his slender wrist, Ji Jiu's temples throbbed violently.

"Master, I understand, this disciple is willing to be your dog, you can hit me anytime, anywhere and in any mood..."

Duan Xiao's eyes were obsessed and crazy, he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, instead he was beaten happily and contentedly.

Ji Jiu grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and pulled it out forcefully, Duan Xiao was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his face without making a sound, let alone begging for mercy.

Ji Jiu stared straight at him, he believed that even if he broke Duan Xiao's right hand, Duan Xiao would still look at him with such obsessive eyes.

Maybe because he secretly felt that Duan Xiao would be useful in the future, he let go of his wrist, and Duan Xiao's right hand drooped weakly immediately.

He looked at Su Muyao, and smiled greedily: "Master, don't you just want the heart of blood core? Can you think of a way to transfer Fu Liang's heart of blood core to the apprentice, so that the master If you respect you, you can do whatever you want with your apprentice."

Ji Jiu stared at him, glaring and sneering: "You have a beautiful idea, but at this moment, as a teacher, I just want you to get lost."