Quickly traverse the host, his weak constitution

patient?

Xie Zao glanced at the blazing sun in the sky, his pupils were filled with golden light, and the faint halo made his eyes a little swollen and painful.

If you want to ask Xie Zao if he is afraid of death, of course he is not.

But if you ask him if he wants to die, of course he doesn't.

Without even thinking about it, he knew how much he craved every breath.

Xie Zao wandered around for a long time, and finally found the largest restaurant in the county.

Throwing a piece of gold leaf to the shopkeeper's counter like an old man: "I want the best room here, and by the way—cough cough cough"

Xie Zao coughed violently, cursed inwardly, and abruptly changed the words that he was going to say—bring me the best food and drink from your place upstairs:

"Give me a porridge made from the best rice here, and make me some medicine by the way!"

Xie Zao angrily slapped the medicine bag in his hand on the table, the sick man is only worthy of porridge.

The shopkeeper stayed there for a long time before taking the medicine bag over with twitching corners of his mouth. He heard Xie Zao's tone, and thought that this person would be like those upstarts who came here before.

Then he will say: "Bring your best wine and best dishes to Grandpa!"

He thought he could make a small profit.

The result is this?

That's it?

Porridge with medicine?

Who do you look down on!

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The little emperor vomited blood three times a day (81)

Xie Zao asked for a bucket of hot water and a plaster for mosquito bites.

After going up to take a shower, he grunted and ate and wiped the mosquito-bitten bag, and it took half an hour to finish it.

Facing the unclear bronze mirror, he patted his thin face, and muttered to himself, "I'm a poor boy."

"Guest officer, your porridge and medicine are ready!"

Xie Zao opened the door and took the plate from the second hand.

Xiao Er stared blankly at the small boy in front of him, his long hair, which was smooth like a waterfall, was still a little wet, and a few strands of hair stuck to the boy's beautiful face, adding a bit of fragility.

The boy had a sick face, but it didn't affect the boy's beauty. There was endless life in the clear black eyes, and one couldn't help but sink into his gaze.

The slightly raised lips, beautifully shaped like petals, are pale and colorless, but they are even more pitiful. People can't help but want to kiss them, and look at the appearance of these lips.

Xiao Er's eyes are obsessed, and his eyes can't help but sweep down.

Ruyu's neck is long and slender, with spots of scarlet from mosquito bites on it, and what is even more fascinating is the faint purple blood vessels on it, which are transparent in the light skin, as if you can feel the splendor of the blood flowing through it, making people want to Press the fingertips hard, knead and twist, feel the fragile beauty.

The boy was only wearing coarse clothes, his slender body was wrapped inside, and the empty traces were too inviting to pry.

Xiao Er greedily glanced at the boy's waist and collar a few times, seeing that he couldn't see anything, he reluctantly looked down.

He became short of breath.

The boy is barefoot.

These are a pair of very beautiful feet, not big, with very beautiful and elegant bones, and there is still a green taste left.

The toes are round and smooth, and the scallop-like toenails are pale and cold, shining like pearls, as if they are a treasure that can be carried in the bosom to enjoy and play with.

A little further up, the boy showed a slender ankle, the ankle bone was very prominent, the lines were exquisite and beautiful, and the undulating lines seemed suitable for repeated careful stroking.

Xiao Er screamed in pain outside, half bowed and his waist and abdomen twitched.

Xie Zao slammed the door shut.

Thinking of what his feet touched just now, Xie Zao washed his feet again in disgust.

After waiting for it to finish, the porridge was almost cold enough to be eaten.

Xie had finished eating early and was about to go to bed when he was knocked unconscious by someone who appeared behind him at an unknown time.

Before fainting, Xie Zao thought in a daze: I am so unlucky, I am so pitiful, if there is nothing to do, let me continue to live, I don't want to die yet.

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When he woke up again, he was in a dark room. Xie Zao looked at the surrounding stone walls, as if he was in a dark room.

He was tied to a chair, and there was a huge bed facing him. The edge of the bed was carved with fine textures, and there were layers of red bed vines that were as bright and eye-catching as blood. There seemed to be many glass lamps lit inside. The red light came out faintly, and in the gloom, it looked even more strange and bewitching.

From time to time, deep, uncontrollable gasps could be heard from the bed vines.

The voice is melodious and beautiful, with a seductive look, which is too seductive in this dark and eerie space.

Xie Zao poked his neck to look, hoping to see something in the bed.

When Prince Lian poked her head out from the layered tents, she met Xie Zao's eyes that were shining even in the dark. It was almost impossible to ignore his extraordinarily strong gaze, and he was a little stunned for a moment.

Crown Prince Lian reveals her lean and beautiful upper body, her jade-like beautiful and indifferent skin becomes whiter against the backdrop of the red tent, coupled with that holy and impeccable face, the strong sense of strangeness makes people feel fatally attracted with threats.

Xie Zao's eyes lingered on Prince Lian's waist and abdomen, and the beautifully textured muscles were hidden at the end covered by the clothes.

Perhaps because of the strenuous exercise just now, there is still some sweat on the beautiful skin, which is even more charming under the dim light.

Really unable to stand the sight of the little emperor in front of him, Prince Lian gave the little emperor a disgusted look, opened the bed curtain again, and took out a piece of clothing from it.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xie Zao took a good look at a sleeping man inside.

The man has traces that have been portrayed by the years, but it adds a settled charm to it.

Apparently being bullied, she fell into a coma, with her long hair draped on her cheeks indiscriminately, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist, her lips were bright red, and the skin below her neck was densely red.

The bed curtain was put down, Xie Zao looked away regretfully.

Xie Zao turned his head to look at Prince Lian's unattractive expression on him, without the slightest bit of shame on his face, preemptively said: "Let's talk."

Prince Lotus who was robbed:

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Prince Lian was silent for a while, walking straight towards Xie Zao from a bright red background board.

His long hair hangs down on the side of his face, and the hair flutters with his movements, so a holy face is looming.

His skin is white and shiny, like the clean holy light bestowed by God, intertwined with the bright red bed vines and the dark surroundings, forming a strange and extraordinarily bright and gorgeous color.

Prince Lian walked around Xie Zao slowly, her bare feet rubbed against the ground, and the sand and stones on the ground made a fine sound, one step after another, slowly procrastinating, with a slight sense of oppression.

His eyes fell on Xie Zao's body like a cloud of smoke, with interesting exploration and contempt.

His eyes stopped for a while on the young man's feet covered in bright red insect marks and pitiful scars, and he said in a sympathetic manner:

"Tut tsk tsk, what a poor little abandoned person, does your foot hurt?"

Xie Zao imitated Prince Lian's eyes, looked around the dark and damp underground environment calmly, and said with a cheap mouth:

"Hehehe, what a prince who was forced to hide under the ground like a lost dog, does your face hurt?"

Xie Zao guessed that Prince Lian could not receive the endless sarcasm expressed in his short three "heh", and the deep meaning contained in "does your face hurt?"

After Prince Lian heard this, her anger didn't show on her face.

It's just that the eyes suddenly narrowed, the upper and lower eyelids slightly squeezed the dark eyeballs in the middle, and the faint light in the pupils was able to focus at the very center, casting a sharp and sharp gaze.

Xie Zao looked over without the slightest fear, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his pale lips: "What? Are you angry when you are right?"

The boy's pear dimple showed a shallow pocket because of the raised corners of his lips. It looked very harmless and seductive, but now it looked very mocking in Prince Lian's eyes.

He stood in front of Xie Zao, condescendingly looked down at the young man tied to the chair, and stretched out a jade-white hand towards Xie Zao's neck at a shocking speed.

Prince Lian grabbed Xie Zao's fragile and slender neck, and the life under his palm was so fragile that even he didn't need to tighten it too much, the overly slender and soft neck was slippery and compliant in his palm.

Life and death are just one's own thoughts.

Prince Lian narrowed her eyes, this feeling was really wonderful.

He slowly tightened his hands, looked at the young man's face with bruising and mottled eyes due to lack of oxygen, and observed his expression when he was dying with great enjoyment.

Unexpectedly, the young man's expression was extraordinarily calm, he seemed to be able to endure it, and looked at him firmly with clear, dark, young deer-like pupils, as if he had no fear of death.

If it wasn't for the young man's pale jade face starting to turn bruised and ugly, and the Adam's apple on his delicate neck throbbing and struggling, Prince Lian would almost think that she let the water go.

He couldn't help increasing the strength of his hands, and the boy's pupils began to lose focus and gradually collapsed.

His eyes were tightly locked on the young man, with a compassionate smile on his face, as if he was not dealing with a life at the moment, but standing in the Buddhist hall and chanting devoutly, praying for the salvation of all living beings.

After a certain threshold, the boy's eyes turned white, and the tiny blood vessels on his face began to tense, Prince Lian let go of his hand boredly, and the boy's neck slumped limply like a swan with a broken neck.

Xie Zao tilted his head weakly, violently inhaled the air reflowing into his lung cavity, and then coughed violently, coughing up a large ball of bright red