Fast Transmigration: The Host's Villainous Boss is so sweet

Nan Wuyue: "..."

The last sentence was intended for him.

see you soon...

The implication is that he...can't hide?

There seemed to be nowhere for him to hide.

Nan Wuyue has never been so at a loss like this moment.

Wuming sneaked into Nan Wuyue's room, as if he was at the door of his own house.

Very skilled.

"In three days, you have to go to Beixuan King's birthday banquet."

"In the identity of Manduo."

Nan Wuyue frowned, as expected she couldn't escape.

"understood."

"He means, kill if you can, understand?"

Nan Wuyue disliked Wuming's commanding tone.

Inevitably, his face became a little colder.

"You come?"

Nameless propped his head up, looking at Nan Wuyue with a flirty look.

"I can't learn from senior brother, such a bit of foxy ability."

"I'm curious."

Wuming stood up suddenly, drew out the soft sword at his waist, and pressed it against Nan Wuyue's Adam's apple.

Slowly drop down to the belt around the waist.

"Where did senior brother use to have sex with men?"

With a slight movement of her wrist, Nan Wuyue's belt was easily untied.

Nan Wuyue frowned, holding the scimitar in her hand, she got entangled with others.

The soft long sword cut through the tender skin lightly, and blood stains overflowed on the face in an instant.

Let Nan Wuyue look a little bit more, the charming beauty of broken and incomplete.

Nan Wuyue also felt bad, not to mention that the soft sword was taken away, and the right arm that was beaten was dislocated.

Hang a lot of color.

"The current senior brother is even more attractive than before."

Wuming reset his arm very calmly, not even using the soft sword.

"Brother can't escape from my palm."

Licking the corners of his mouth, his evil smile was like a hunter locking up his prey, which made people feel disgusted.

But Wuming didn't stay long, and disappeared into Nan Wuyue's room.

Nan Wuyue looked at the soft sword in her hand, also expressionless.

The robes on his body were not bound by belts, and were loose.

The mandala pattern on the shoulders is even more revealed, and there is still a light trace on the fair skin.

It is indeed very attractive.

Nan Wuyue put on her clothes calmly.

He took out a black porcelain bottle from the dark cabinet, and poured a layer of colorless liquid on the body of the soft sword.

Although colorless, it is deadly enough.

The unwavering eyes gave... a chill down the spine.

Xie Lanzhou's birthday banquet was very grand, but it also fit Xie Lanzhou's identity.

Even the emperor came in person.

Reputable civil and military officials all came in person.

Even the gift for the birthday banquet is not enough for a room.

"I hope that the birthday banquet I personally prepared for King Beixuan will not disappoint you."

Nangong Bo could not see any emotional fluctuations on this man's face.

"I am looking forward."

"Naturally, King Beixuan will not be disappointed."

Xie Lanzhou looked at the people on the stage with interest in his eyes.

"The top card of Nanfeng Pavilion is hard to buy, and it is hard to find for thousands of people."

"I don't know if such a ceremony can satisfy King Beixuan?"

Xie Lanzhou rested his head lightly, and moved his fingers with the jade lever. When Nan Wuyue appeared on the stage, his eyes never moved away for a moment.

Fierce, possessive and aggressive.

Nan Wuyue recalled that night again, the scene with Xie Lanzhou, Wu Yun and Chu Yu.

"Well, very satisfied."

The shape of the lips is enough for people on the stage to see clearly, and the playfulness flashing in the eyes has no deep meaning.

Not satisfied with Nangong Bo's arrangement, but satisfied with the people on stage.

Nan Wuyue: "..."

erotic!

Nangong Bo caught the interest in Xie Lanzhou's eyes, and then spoke again.

"Tonight, the top card in the Nanfeng Pavilion is my gift to King Beixuan."

"This mandala is pure and white, and has not been picked yet."