Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 957: A Bad-Hearted Woman

According to the convention, when Xie Jun comes to see Shi Yong, Qi Lin will wait outside the door. There are still many guards guarding outside in this yard, which can be said to be in danger of being in trouble. However, as long as Xie Jun's summoning, Qi Lin and other guards will not break in without authorization.

When Ruan Jiaojiao went out, Qi Lin stood at the door like a wooden pile as usual, with his back facing the door, and did not move at all.

"Captain Qi..."

Ruan Jiaojiao gently pulled the corners of her lips, her eyes were slightly fond and she smiled, and she twisted her waist and walked over.

"The sun is so big, you don't know how to find a place to hide in the shade?"

Qi Lin glanced at her.

At this time, the sky was just right and the sun was slightly bright, but Ruan Jiaojiao's skin could not see any flaws under such light. Her snow-white face seemed to glow, with thin pink, delicate eyebrows and picturesque, full of brightness, and a swaying figure. Especially the thin layer of charming smile in the eyes, it was like a person's soul was about to seduce away. Once the eyes were touched, they could not move away.

Ruan Jiaojiao knew that Qi Lin couldn't speak, and without waiting for him to turn around, she walked up with an ambiguous smile and leaned over.

"Captain Qi, the Lord ordered me to pass the message..."

The woman's fragrance was dizzy at the end of her nose, and the hair on her temples hung on Qi Lin's shoulders. The suffocating charm and charm made her words flutter like a magical sound.

"The Lord doesn't like this kind of thing and listen to it. Please let them all go a little further, otherwise the Lord blames us and we will suffer with it..."

Qi Lin looked at her with a deep gaze.

Ruan Jiaojiao has seen too many men and understands men too much. When Qi Lin looked at her with this kind of gaze, she knew what kind of light was hidden in his eyes and what kind of thoughts had already emerged in his heart.

"Guard Qi is the guard of the lord. You are not afraid of anything, but I am different..."

Ruan Jiaojiao sighed quietly, her voice seemed to be complaining, and more like an innocent woman acting cute to her lover, pitiful, "I don't want to be punished by the Lord again... After eating the Nine Yang Spirit Pill, Zhao Huan is like a wild beast. My body can't withstand the tossing several times..."

Such words are very provocative when a woman says to a man.

There was light in Qi Lin's eyes, floating and sinking.

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at him and looked back at the closed door.

"What are you still standing there? Let's go. Could it be that you want to break in and ask the master if he wants to be lucky to Princess Jincheng? Puff..." She raised her slender hand, twisted Qi Lin's arm, and pulled Qi Lin's clothes and left.

"Don't get in the way here. After hearing those voices, you are not embarrassed..."

Qi Lin was a little hesitant.

Just then, a low moan came from the room.

What is familiar is the sound of a white horse supporting the boat.

Unfamiliar with such a weird tone...

It seems joyful and uncomfortable, it seems to be forbearing and urgent.

Qi Lin's eyes darkened. When he looked up, his eyes fell into Ruan Jiaojiao's smiling eyes.

"Let's go, you, your master's good things, what's there to see..." Ruan Jiaojiao said softly, "I heard that the Lord opened the wine cellar in the palace and got a lot of good wine and tasted a little more guards. I wonder if Jiaojiao is honored to go to your house to taste it?"

...

Shi Yong was unaware of the efficacy of the Nine Yang Spirit Pill. He just thought that the evil king used it as a punishment for Zhao Huan and Ruan Jiaojiao. It is probably speculated that it is extremely powerful.

But she still didn't expect it to be so big.

A person who is so self-reliant and so cold-hearted will be so charming under the influence of medicine, and will be so charming?

"Why did you come here at this time?"

The man on the couch half-squinted his eyes in a daze. When he glanced at Shi Yong, his eyes seemed to stretch out a hook, and his voice also had a slight trembling.

"Ashi... do you know I've been waiting for you for a long time?"

Shi Yong had goose bumps.

In fact, today's behavior was really a desperate bet, and she was not sure. After all, Xie Jun was scheming and it was not easy to defeat him in one fell swoop. But Shi Yong did not expect that it would be so smooth, and the effect of the Nine Yang Spirit Pill would be faster and more violent than she imagined.

However, the man in front of him looked enchanting, but he was a cruel and cruel monster in his bones. She had to be very careful.

"Where is it that sad, sir?"

Shi Yong guessed his current situation, slowed down, stared at his face, and walked over step by step.

"Do you want some water? Or something to eat?"

Shi Yong was testing, but the man's narrowed eyes were not angry, but more confused and forbearing.

"Well. I feel a little uncomfortable. What's wrong with me?" The man's clothes were half open, and his cool voice was stained with emotion, becoming low-magnetic and pleasant, as silky and gentle as water, and his handsome face was glossy and seductive. "Did you, a bad-hearted woman, have you drugged me?"

He asked gently, but Shi Yong's heart skipped a beat, as if he was being pulled by a cat.

"Why do you say that?" Shi Yong chuckled. She didn't know the effect of the medicine, and didn't know what the situation was in the man at this time. She didn't dare to approach him rashly, and didn't dare to admit it easily. Instead, she narrowed her watery eyes and asked vaguely:

"You have been escorted here all day long, and the guards and girls are staring at me when I go in and out. Where did the medicine come from?"

According to the theory, the evil king is so powerful that he can't fool him.

Therefore, Shi Yong said as he slowly approached the head of the bed, preparing to seize the sword first.

The sword was leaning against the bed, which was just taken by the Xiejun. When Shi Yong was in the bathing room, he had already practiced this situation in his mind countless times. If he subdued the Xiejun, how to threaten the palace servants, how to seize the imperial city...

Of course, she also thought about how she would get out if she failed.

But Shi Yong never expected that Xie Jun believed her words, and without saying anything, he suddenly pulled up from the bed, hugged her slender waist, and then turned her down on the soft bedding with a rotation. He rolled, tying her tightly, and his confused eyes caught fire.

"It smells so good. I'm dreaming again, right?"

Shi Yong's head buzzed, and he looked at the man on his body, stunned.

"Sir, you..."

"Shh. Don't talk." The man covered her mouth, lowered his head and sniffed it in her neck. In addition to the full desire, there was also an indescribable feeling in the vague voice.

"I always dream about you these days, and I feel it's fake, but now I hold you in my arms and feel it's real... Ah Shi, how could you be so real today?"

What kind of devil medicine is this Nine Yang Spirit Pill, and why does it have such an effect?

Shi Yong was dizzy and could not recover from the shock. He only stared at the man in front of him with his eyes wide open.

"Don't look at me like this." The man looked at the pretty and confused person under him, his eyes sparkling, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and a charming face was close at hand, but it seemed to be far away in the sky. His words seemed to have some uncertain sighs.

"I know I can't stand it, but I still come to hook me up. What are you going to do?"

Shi Yong's brain exploded. Just as he was about to struggle, the man suddenly pressed down again, tightened her slender waist, and asked urgently:

"Is he not treating you well? Well, is Zhao Yin not treating you well?"

-------------------
Chapter completed!
Prev Index    Favorite Next