binnovel Chapter 531 1 thing drops 1 thing
Chapter 531 1 thing drops 1 thing
Chu Ziyu lay on the straw mat and said lazily: "Why are you in such a hurry? Xiao An will be here soon."
When the midnight bell rang twice...it is now.
The curtain moved slightly, and Lin Ci'an rushed in with a cold aura, the medicine bottle in his hand making a crackling sound.
System 6872: "Fuck! The black value has dropped!"
Chu Ziyu chuckled: "My Lord...you want to apply medicine to me personally?"
Lin Ci'an stared at the torn scars on his back.
"The edge of the shark silk soft armor is not attached properly..."
He roughly tore off the bloody bandage on his hand: "If you dare to act on your own again..."
"Just kill me?" Chu Ziyu suddenly turned over, and brushed his earlobe with his hot lips: "Are you willing to do that?"
(Border Pass, Eastern Canyon)
In the dark night, a "caravan" slowly moved forward. Inside the carriage, Pei Zheng lifted the curtain and whispered, "My Lord, the eastern garrison has completed its shift."
Lin Ci'an closed his eyes and rested. Hearing this, he curled his lips and said, "Very good."
(The caravan was an elite force in disguise, and the "loophole" on the Eastern Front was a trap.)
Xie Xiaofeng rode closer and said in a cold voice: "The spies reported that the emperor has dispatched the imperial guards to ambush the western front."
Lin Ci'an chuckled: "Then let him... fall into the trap."
Chu Ziyu wrapped in fox fur, looked far away in the direction of the capital, coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, and laughed softly:
"Your Majesty, it's time to close the net."
Pei Zheng squatted in the caravan carriage and bit his nails frantically. After he was pushed into the tent yesterday and took off his armor voluntarily, he was stunned when he was greeted not with a whip but with "Thirty Military Sticks" from Xie Xiaofeng.
When Pei Zheng's wrist bones were fastened to the rack by black iron chains, he bit the cloth, but the whip did not hit him.
Xie Xiaofeng was wiping the sandalwood stick wrapped with gold thread. The firelight cast a swaying shadow on his cold profile.
Pei Zheng swallowed. His undershirt, which had been stripped of its armor, was already soaked with sweat, and the fabric stuck to his taut waistline.
"Are you scared?" The sandalwood stick lifted his chin.
The candle flame burst into sparks. Pei Zheng saw the flame dancing in the other's pupils, and suddenly realized that Xie Xiaofeng was not wearing wrist armor today - there was a cinnabar mole on the wrist that had been hidden under the leather for many years.
The military stick suddenly cut across the spine: "Turn around."
As the sandalwood stick moved down along the groove of his spine, Pei Zheng's muscles stretched into beautiful arcs. The tip of the stick drew a circle at the back of his waist, and he trembled violently, and heard a very light sneer from behind him.
"Thank you, Coach..." The sound of the rolling Adam's apple was louder than the words.
A calloused palm suddenly pressed on the back of his neck.
Pei Zheng felt the sandalwood stick sliding down his leg while dizzy. Xie Xiaofeng's breath sprayed behind his ear: "This is called an injury check."
If Pei Zheng didn't know at this time that this was a show, he would be really stupid.
"Xie Xiaofeng! Are we really going to pretend to be grain merchants?"
Xie Xiaofeng stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth with a cold face: "If you ask again, I will give you another thirty military sticks."
"You hit me more than thirty times last night..." Pei Zheng rubbed his lower back and muttered, his voice just loud enough for the guards around him to hear, "It hurts so much."
The scabbard in Xie Xiaofeng's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the tip of his ear instantly turned red and bleeding.
Several guards were trying to hold back their laughter so much that their shoulders were shaking, and one young one was even choking on his saliva and coughing.
"Pei, Zheng." Xie Xiaofeng spoke each word with great emphasis, the bag of caramel crunching under his fingertips, "Tonight, I will personally teach you how to count."
Pei Zheng was about to retort when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xie Xiaofeng loosening his collarbone - the red mark he had bitten in a hurry last night was still there.
Suddenly, like a quail with its neck strangled, he rushed towards the carriage with a red face, and ended up bumping his head against the door frame.