The snake demon husband is hard on the bow

Naturally, it is also much more hidden, the faint voice is the footsteps of a maid, the embroidered shoes are lightly stepping across the stone road, the moonlight shines above the head, and everything is completely silent.

This beautiful maid is none other than Xing'er.At this moment, she was holding a basin of bright red liquid.

This is not the dew of roses, nor the juice of thorn flowers, but a basin of blood.

A pot of human blood.Every night, she would bring several pots in to bathe that person.

She still remembered that handsome and cold man, and now he is under house arrest here.

Seeing that his face was getting paler day by day, but he was becoming more and more coquettish and ghostly.

She became more and more like her master, thinking of this, Xing'er slightly curled her lips, knocked on the door, but there was still no sound inside, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The room is very warm. There is a fireplace in the center of the floor. The fire is warm and warm, dispelling the coldness of the night.

Xing'er poured the blood water into the steaming wooden bucket, looked at the food on the table, and said without moving, "Why, the food doesn't suit your taste?"

The red silk tent was warm, and the person with his back to her was silent.

Xing'er didn't find it strange at all, because it was like this every day, she would repeat the same words every day, and cleared away the untouched meals, "If this continues, your body will not be able to recover, you can see that you are getting thinner and thinner."

She said that she didn't really care about that person, but that her master asked her to say so, in a scene.

"Get out." The man said coldly.

"Myolie will go out now, warm the water for you first." Myolie is used to his attitude, besides getting out, just get out, anyway, there is no good word, and she often curses in her heart, see if you can still be arrogant a few days.

After picking up a pot of hot water and pouring it into the wooden bucket, she bent down and stirred it with her hands, confirming that the temperature of the water was just right, and then said, "Please, my lord." She never dared to neglect these details, which was also explained by the master. .

After finishing her job, Myolie closed the door and went out.

He was the only one left in the empty ornate room.

He had fought against it before, kicking over the wooden barrel full of blood more than once, but later, that transgressive woman dressed in red who was neither male nor female could make him catch him with just a light word.

Heck, you don't have to follow, but his life won't be saved.

That sharp and arrogant laughter echoed in his ears till now, making him sleepless all night with hatred.

Just like a nightmare that has not yet woken up, for some reason, he was caught here by accident, as if he had passed out, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he was already in this room.

From that day on, he soaked him in blood every night, and came to check on him every day to see if there was any change in him.

Every time, he would pinch his chin and giggle, extremely strange.

Now that his mana has been sealed, he has thoroughly experienced the pain of man-made swords.Turning around silently, he looked at the scarlet liquid under the swaying candlelight. He didn't want anything to happen to that person, no matter what he did, he always wanted to let him live.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled, so bitter, alive, these two words are so painful to him now, it is simply a kind of torture.But he couldn't die, because if he died, the shemale said that Du Yuanyuan wouldn't be able to survive.

Wearing a thin gauze, he stepped into the bloody water in despair, sank his body, and sank again.He used to be so determined, no matter what he faced, he would grit his teeth and never look back.But this day and night torture, the endless gloom, also wore down his will bit by bit.

Sometimes, he even thought desperately that he would never be able to escape.

Never see him again.Will it.He would ask himself sometimes, before slapping himself hard.

When did he become so indecisive, I will wait and see.

This is not him, Mo Qingye, then, who is it?

"My little one, how are you? Are you comfortable, cluck." A voice that annoyed him came to the door, and the door opened with a creak, and a bright red ghost appeared in sight.

"Yes, you have to be obedient and give me a good soak." Hua Gu closed the door and entered, twisted his waist and walked to the wooden barrel, looked at Mo Qingye, "It's getting more and more beautiful , giggling."

"Get lost!" Mo Qingye stared at him resentfully, "You damn sissy, stay away from me!"

"What are you calling me? Sissy! Don't say that word!" Huagu seemed to be stabbed suddenly, and his eyes were full of madness, and he grabbed Mo Qingye's mandible, "Remember, understand What!"

"I don't understand." Mo Qingye paused every word, "Go away."

Hua blushed with a cold smile, "I have a lot of temper, but because I want your skin, I will spare you for now." Immediately, he let go of him, and the expression in his eyes became seductive and greedy again "That's right, I'm very satisfied with your performance." As he spoke, he dug out a pack of medicine from nowhere and waved it in front of Mo Qingye's eyes, "With it, it will make you more beautiful."

"It makes me sick." Mo Qingye really wanted to break his neck, "What the hell are you!"

"Be careful, your memory doesn't seem to be very good. Didn't I tell you that my name is Huagu, you can call me Gugu."

"..." Mo Qingye was about to be driven crazy by him, he snorted coldly and turned his head away, wishing he could pull out his heart and step on the ground.

"You can also call me Huaguduo, giggling."

... "Do you still want to lose face!" Mo Qingye was forced by this shameless evildoer to laugh a little maniacally, "Or you have no face at all."

"You're right, I just have no face, not only no face, but also no skin, otherwise, why would I want your skin." Hua Gu Dingfeng said deliberately complacently, "With your skin, I will There is no need to scratch the skin and paint the bones.”

"Naughty animal! Pervert." Mo Qingye seldom swears, but he can't bear it anymore, "Shemale!"

"I'm a man, can't you see it?" Hua Gu leaned closer to him on purpose, forcing him to look at himself, "Be careful, look carefully, I'm a man just like you."

"Hmph! I see, it's such a misfortune to have a man like you in this world."

"Are you jealous of my beauty? After all, you look good, even though you're not as good as me."

"Shut up!" Mo Qingye gritted his teeth, "Hugh compare me with a nondescript, male, and female monster like you!"

"You are just jealous, jealous, who told me that I am so beautiful, as beautiful as a flower." Huagu narcissistically stretched out his fingers to look at it, "In the Three Realms, there is no more beautiful person than me, my dear, can you It is your blessing to be with me day and night."

"Get out!...Get out of here immediately!" Mo Qingye couldn't stand this shameless bastard any longer, stood up from the water under the brush, pushed Hua Gu away fiercely, and was about to rush out.

"Hey, where are you going? You can't go out now. If you want to take a walk, you have to wait for an hour. I'll accompany you, giggling."