The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 664 Dominated by Smelly Socks
He felt a little aggrieved, but when he thought of washing the stinky socks, he immediately turned pale. He didn't want to wash the socks for those bastard sons of Rashomon.

Even so, I still can't help but feel the punishment of my cheap master in my heart, and I don't know what the cheap master thinks, even thinking that whoever loses will wash the stinky socks.

Poison Crow shook his head and sighed.

Although the cheap master didn't say that this was a competition, both he and Killing God knew that this was a competition, a contest of strength between two people.

Just thinking of the stinky socks, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. He had a swear word, and he didn't know whether to explode or not. After holding it for two seconds, he still felt itchy at the root of his teeth, and burst out uncontrollably. Swearing, "A horse-rider!"

What kind of hobby is this? I'm afraid it's not a psychopath, right?

Leng Wuyou, who was psychopathized, smiled: Do you wash smelly socks?Oh, one year.

Poison Crow's heart twitched, this smile was so pervasive, the corners of his mouth twitched stiffly, and his face immediately became serious: Master, I just said the wrong thing, the psychopath is me, that's right, it's me.

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Leng Wuyou glanced lightly, with a serious face, very serious and sincere: Did you wash the stinky socks?Dear.

Killing God was trembling: I beg the master's daughter-in-law to help!
Jun Moyuan looked over: the daughter-in-law is mighty, the daughter-in-law is domineering, what does the daughter-in-law say?
Poison Crow suppressed a smile.

Killing the gods is already sudden.

The whipping sound echoed rhythmically in the ears, accompanied by sinister curses.

Poisonous Crow frowned, feeling a little irritable. Just now he received a message from that guy, saying that he had completed the task and was about to go back.

But now he is still watching the drama of torture, and he hasn't moved on any tasks. Forget it, that guy has already completed the task one step ahead of him. He is still dawdling here. Doesn't it seem that he is not as good as him? ?
But when he thought that the cheap master didn't judge whether he was satisfied with the speed of completing the task, but the degree of revenge, that is to say, these people ended up, he breathed a sigh of relief. He used the most insidious means in his life to deal with them, so that their fate would be miserable. After all, he really didn't want to wash smelly socks. He was a very clean freak.

He pulled away a tile and silently threw a mist of mist into it. The mist dispersed and the effect of the medicine took effect. Everyone in the room felt their eyelids heavy. Everyone fell to the ground.

The reason why he dared to do this was because there were no hidden guards or patrolling people in this courtyard. Obviously this little prince was an unfavored little prince, and the hypocritical regent didn't care at all.

He floated down, landed gently in the room, and walked step by step in front of Bei Shutang, who had fallen asleep on the ground, took out the medicine bottle given by the cheap master, opened the stopper after thinking about it, and put the medicine in the bottle again. I took it back.

He rummaged through the storage ring for a while, and took out another bottle of medicine from it. It was a small, pitch-black porcelain bottle. When the stopper was opened, he could smell a stomach-churning stench. He poured the liquid More than half of it poured into Beishutang's mouth.

Then he left without even looking at it, and he came to the master bedroom again, where the lights had already been turned off.

He came to the window and heard the long breathing sound inside, and knew that the people in the room had fallen asleep. He had done his homework before, and he could clearly investigate what kind of person the regent was. A suspicious and vigilant person like him , If there is a slight movement, he will wake up, so he didn't go inside, but his eyes flickered, and he jumped directly onto the roof.

He quietly pinched the neck of a hidden guard. He lay down on the roof like a big spider, lifted a tile in the same way, poured over the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and passed through the gap of the opened tile. Little by little it fell down.

(End of this chapter)