Detecting fragrance and ugly concubine

The sudden laughter on the roof was made by a man. His voice was hearty and open-minded, as if it was transmitted from nature, but it also contained anger and murderous aura, domineering and tough aura that cannot be ignored, making those who have ghosts in their hearts tremble with fear.

The middle-aged colorful man who was half kneeling on the bed trembled with fright, and immediately staggered and slid down from the side of the bed. When he finally managed to get back on his feet, relying on the help of his patron, he was full of confidence, tilted his head and looked towards the roof, and shouted angrily. He said arrogantly, "Which one is desperate, dare to disturb my good business?"

The laughter on the roof stopped, and then two words wandered down like ghosts, "Dark three."

set?The name seemed familiar, but Zhenliang couldn't remember who this person was for a while, and the voice seemed ethereal through the roof, and she couldn't accurately identify whether she had heard the voice before.

However, this name is like a bolt from the blue to a middle-aged man.

Although, an unknown junior like him has not had the chance to meet the third party, because once he does, it means that he is dead, but he has already heard about the third party's name and deeds.

Regarding the various rumors about the third party, the most impressive sentence of the middle-aged man is that he likes to collect money to kill people full of evil.

The dark three is just above the roof. For the first time in his life, the middle-aged man asks himself, is he a person full of evil?

Looting and looting money, doing everything, does this count as full of evil?

After getting the correct answer, the middle-aged man reluctantly took a quick look at Zhen Liang, his greedy but daring eyes finally fell on her bare shoulders, and he swallowed his saliva greedily, as if Struggling and hesitating, do you want to give up the delicious food you are about to eat for your life?

Zhen Liang rolled her eyes away, and really wanted to pull the quilt over her shoulders to cover her shoulders, but at this moment, she was in the middle-aged man's mist, how could she have the strength to raise her arms?

First there was a colorful silver thief, and then there was a setter who could clearly scare the colorful silver thief. It was true that there were wolves before and tigers behind. Could it be that tonight was really her catastrophe?The catastrophe of losing innocence?

In a very short period of time, the middle-aged man came up with two assumptions, one is to leave, maybe he can save his life, after all, he has not eaten this woman; the other is to stay, maybe he can still kiss this woman, but He is sure that with the shadow three watching, he must not be able to eat to his heart's content, and he may have been killed by him before he ate much.

Feeling that the murderous aura on the roof was getting closer and closer to him, the middle-aged man immediately made a decision, and shouted obsequiously towards the roof, "Since you like this woman, brother, I'll give it to you, you're welcome."

After the words fell, a disdainful and cold voice came from above the roof, "Who is your brother? Who cares about you?"

"Hehe, I'm leaving." After the middle-aged man sneered, he quickly ran towards the window where he came from with his calves soft.

After finally jumping out of the window, he was running while thinking about how to explain to the benefactor and get some rewards, but he never thought that if he could not cross the door of the neon inn, there would be a thousand arrows piercing his heart Wait patiently.

Zhenliang lay powerlessly on the bed, allowing the coolness to invade her bare shoulders one after another. At the same time, she tried hard to roll up her tongue, stretch it, and then clasp it with her teeth, repeating this.

She didn't want to catch up with the trend of biting her tongue to kill herself, but she was thinking, if the man on the roof came down later and was going to belittle her, could she kill herself by biting her tongue without dying?Wondering if her face and the blood spitting out of her mouth could scare the man on the roof or spoil his spirits?

No matter whether she is an enlightened modern person or a conservative ancient person, she can't bear the pain of being raped. Since she doesn't want to die, she can only try her best to resist.

Just as Zhenliang was in a daze, the man on the roof came in from some entrance, and was already standing in front of her bed.

Zhenliang saw the man's face clearly in an instant, and his pale face was flushed immediately. No wonder she heard the word dark three and felt familiar. She finally remembered that Nangong Lie had mentioned these two words before. It is speculated that the third person is likely to be the man with the scar - the third master.

The moment the man's cold eyes met her horrified eyes, a black pill flew into between her slightly parted lips.

"Bah", regardless of Sanqi 21, Zhenliang used the tip of her tongue to nimbly push the pill out, squeezed and pushed her lips, and the whole pill was spat out by her, and it fell on the ground with her saliva on it. on the ground.

I didn't expect that she would meet him again at this time and under such circumstances. Even though Zhenliang knew that there was nothing wrong with his medicine, she still spit it out without hesitation, just because she was angry with him and very angry. gas!

"Don't you want to give me the antidote for nothing? Idiot!" The mistress pulled a chair smartly, sat down beside the bed, and said with dissatisfaction in his mouth, "If I want to harm you, I can just do it to you , there is no need to add an extra poison! Or, do you want to maintain this feeling of weakness and let the master replace the colorful flower and silver thief to do whatever he wants to you?"

Everyone's backbone actually has something in common, or strangeness, sometimes it can be bent, sometimes it can be stretched, it all depends on the object and the thing. To die, but not to be mighty and unyielding for an antidote!

Thinking of her cold and naked shoulder, and thinking of the part of her left shoulder that was not kissed by the middle-aged man but was breathed out, Zhenliang felt uncomfortable like ants crawling all over her body. After a fierce ideological struggle, she was breathless. He stared at Ansan and said, "Feed another one!"

Ansan glanced at the antidote she had spat out on the ground, pretending to be stupid, "Pick it up and feed it to you?"

This man was obviously trying to annoy her on purpose, Zhenliang gritted his teeth and said, "Change one!"

"If you say no, then don't. If you say change one, just one? Woman, I don't owe you." The third person leaned his back comfortably on the back of the chair, and looked up at the roof that he had lifted a tile from. , put on a cold and arrogant look who didn't want to pay attention to her, as if he was still holding back a lot of anger but couldn't vent it.

Zhenliang doesn't regret that she vomited the antidote, what she regrets is that she can't get rid of the fate of being calculated by others.

Now, the man who had bullied her was sitting next to her like nothing happened. He obviously saved her again, but deliberately ignored her.

For a moment, Zhenliang really had mixed feelings, the most in his heart was hatred!He hated that he was drugged for being defenseless, hated that he couldn't move and let others bully him, hated this abominable man's arrogant attitude towards him, and even more hated that the colorful flower silver thief had brought her endless horror, fear and disgust even though he left!

Tears gushed out of his eyes involuntarily. Like a wayward child, Zhenliang choked up his voice and growled at the man beside him, "You owe me! You owe me! You... this bastard ..."

It's okay not to say this sentence, but when he said it, the tears flowed even more fiercely, as if he really owed her endlessly.

Seeing her surging tears, An San was startled, and immediately stood up from the chair as if on pins and needles, stared at her silently, and finally took out another antidote nimbly, and slowly stuffed it into her mouth inside.

This time, even though Zhenliang wished he could beat Ansan violently, he still held back and didn't spit out the pill.

Because she desperately wanted to regain her strength and regain her freedom of movement.

The pill melted when it met water, and soon dripped into the throat, and the bitter taste came. Only then did Zhenliang realize that his reaction just now was too intense and lost his composure. He was about to try to wipe away the tears from his eyes, secretly San already quickly took out a delicate handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped away the tears in her eyes.

The handkerchief exudes a light and pleasant smell of medicine, curling into Zhenliang's breath, as if it has the effect of calming the nerves. Gradually, her tears stopped flowing, and even her restless heart returned to peace and tranquility .

She figured it out, between her and the third party, apart from those ambiguous and intimate behaviors, she didn't feel sorry for him, so there is no need to feel embarrassed, see you today, she just needs to think about him and save him again She was able to face him calmly due to her kindness once.

"Are you still blaming me for what happened that day?" After wiping away the tears, the third party promptly took away the handkerchief.

There was no immediate answer, Masuzu just felt a little lost for no reason, and was looking at the handkerchief, Ansan leaned over and pulled up the quilt with his hands, covering her whole body properly.

Although this man has three terrifying scars across his face and looks domineering and powerful, Zhen Liang still feels his care and gentleness from his small movements. It's a pity that all the care and gentleness of this man cannot be given to him. She is a woman.

However, Zhenliang is still brooding over the fact that he took advantage of his body while not daring to take him far away. It is impossible to just let it go and forget it. It's natural for her to argue with him.

After all, that day, she pinned her greatest hope on him. She didn't want him to marry her and be responsible to her, but just wanted him to take her away. However, he ruthlessly rejected her.

She has never experienced the feeling of being betrayed, so she feels that the feeling of being rejected in the end should not be much better than the feeling of being betrayed.

Facing the questioning look in the man's eyes, he said coldly, "Who do you blame? If you hadn't been as cowardly as a mouse and refused to take me away, I wouldn't have slept here tonight, let alone almost been... Anyway, it's all your fault, I hate you!"

Suddenly, the swollen face of Caihua Silver Thief appeared in front of his eyes again, before An San could speak, Zhen Liang screamed "Ah", and said to him, "Quick! Bring me a wet cloth! Hurry up!"

An San was taken aback, although she didn't know why she screamed in such a panic, and didn't know what she meant by asking him to take the wet cloth, but she still followed her order to find the wet cloth, that reaction, that speed, that back, seemed to be her last Faithful...slaves.