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The entire Youlong Fort was in a state of silence, and the martial arts men squatted and guarded the city. They didn't dare to go up the mountain but didn't want to leave. They didn't even smell a fart.
For several days, Ningxiang was in a state of desolation. Since that day, she had not seen the young master. She was not allowed to enter the Green Bamboo Garden and was being watched.
The Lord of the castle is beyond compare, he must be in a very good mood, and he doesn't know if the young master's body can handle it.
"He used to be the castle lord's servant, and now he is the castle lord's wife." Weiyang looked at Ningxiang, who was holding her chin, "He has always been the castle lord's person, and has never changed."
Ningxiang pursed her lips and took out a blue brocade bag from her arms, "Right Protector, can you give this to the young master?" She paused and said with a blush, "It's a topical medicine that can help the wound heal. Very fast."
Weiyang stretched out her hand to take it, and there was a faint fragrance on her nose, "Madam, I don't need it."
Ningxiang was stunned and shouted angrily, "Young Master is a man, how can that place be so unbearable!"
Wei Young was yelled at inexplicably, stupid woman.
She went to the Green Bamboo Garden and stood outside for a while. The brocade bag in her hand was a little wet. Just as she was about to leave, there were footsteps.
Seeing the young man approaching, Weiyang frowned, "Madam."
Lu Shenxing froze, he made a fist and coughed at the corner of his lips, "Take me to see Third Aunt."
Wei Yang raised her head in surprise and looked back quickly. Although she didn't see the figure of the castle master, she didn't ask any more questions.
Looking back, he stopped at the brocade bag held by Wei Yang. Lu Shenxing raised his eyebrows, "Ningxiang asked you to give it to me?"
Weiyang handed it over, "Yes."
Lu Shenxing opened the kit, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of medicine, which could heal wounds. He put the kit away with a strange expression. Shen Cheng was bleeding, but not from the lower mouth, but from the top.
Hao Chu and Ju Hua Ling fit their names perfectly. They were indeed slippery and smart. That night, he and Shen Cheng made love in different ways, until they were almost stuck together.
He couldn't tell which round it was, but he noticed something was wrong. His first reaction was that the threshold of Shen Cheng's house had been stepped down by him. His hands touched a lot of wet and greasy things on Shen Cheng's chin and chest, and he put them to his nose. At the end, all that came in was the smell of blood.
The experience that night can be described in four words: extreme joy leading to sadness.
Lu Shenxing admitted that the pipe was too slippery and he lost control and kept drilling in, but it would not make Shen Cheng vomit so much blood, not to mention that Shen Cheng had strong internal strength and could not hurt him even with a knife, gun, stick, or stick.
And he is just an ordinary person. Although he uses a stick, the material is different.
The strangest thing is that Shen Cheng's expression is not only not in any pain, but also very happy, and she still bites him tightly and won't let go.
It was completely a "Don't leave, we will fight until dawn" attitude.
After not going out for four days, Lu Shenxing felt that the sky had changed. He responded to everyone with a smile on his face, but he felt depressed like never before.
I'm afraid this matter has something to do with "Broken Wind Jue".
"Ding, Mr. Lu, we promised to give it a five-point rating or above, but you only gave it four points."
Lu Shenxing listened to the sudden voice in his head, which was still a mechanical tone. He had the illusion that it was roaring, as if if he didn't get the point, he wouldn't get the dividend.
"Shouldn't we only be able to see good reviews? Why do we also know the scores?"
Lu Shenxing reluctantly changed the score with a stinky face, "Taobao has 50% or more positive reviews and cashback. How come you don't have anything?"
"Ding, Mr. Lu, thank you for your cooperation. Our delivery speed is unsurpassed and we can deliver it at your convenience." The system's cold voice asked again, "Mr. Lu, what part of the product are you dissatisfied with?"
Lu Shenxing sneered, "The aphrodisiac content is too high, and I'm not a fucking stallion."
"Ding, other users have agreed to use it."
Lu Shenxing twitched his lips. Could it be that the other users won by numbers? Come in turn? Otherwise, you are doing it with your life.
"We're here." Weiyang stopped at the door.
Lu Shenxing walked straight in. In the deserted courtyard, a stooped old man sat on a chair, turning his face and staring at him. The empty eyeball that was missing was extremely eerie.
"Third aunt, I haven't seen you for two years. You are getting old."
The third aunt was indifferent and still stared at Lu Shenxing, with an unpredictable expression on her weathered face.
"I remember that we always got along very well without any conflicts." Lu Shenxing knelt down in front of her. "Back then, you tricked me into going to the edge of the cliff and pushed me down the mountain. Why did you take so much trouble?"
The third aunt never uttered a word, and her curved fingers rubbed her knees, as if she was trying to recall something.
"I got married to the castle owner."
Sangu's movements suddenly paused and then resumed quickly.
The change in that moment was caught in Lu Shenxing's eyes. He squinted his eyes and deliberately stretched out his hand to pull the collar, exposing the deep and shallow marks on his neck.
Sangu's eyes widened and she whimpered in her throat.
Lu Shenxing's expression changed slightly. He pinched San Gu's chin and forced it up. His mouth was empty and he took a breath.
The purpose of cutting off a person's tongue is mostly to seal the mouth.
"Are you literate?"
The third aunt shook her head, and she walked into the house. Lu Shenxing followed, thinking she had something to give to him, but she saw him lying down on the bed.
I can fall asleep at any time...
Lu Shenxing pondered deeply on the spot. The plot he mastered stopped two years ago. Before the fire was burned, everything changed, and he knew nothing about the subsequent development.
The third aunt must know something. Lu Shen walked to the bed and asked in a low voice, "You did that because you wanted me to leave, right?"
The person on the bed was motionless, as if he was deaf and couldn't hear what Lu Shenxing was saying.
Being surrounded by a cold aura behind him, Lu Shenxing turned around and saw Shen Cheng standing there with a stern look on his face. He didn't know if he had not rested well. His eyes were red, and his face was almost covered with evil energy, as if he was possessed by a demon.
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When Lu Shen walked to Shen Cheng's side, the blackness in his eyebrows faded little by little and returned to normal.
The third aunt saw it in her eyes, and she sighed quietly, life...
On the way back, there was a long silence, and Shen Cheng asked, "Why?"
Lu Shenxing was absent-minded, "Sometimes death is a kind of relief, but living is the most painful."
Another moment of silence followed.
"The scenery here is nice." Lu Shenxing stopped and placed his hand on Shen Cheng's waist, "Let's sit for a while."
The progress of the task has stalled, and he can no longer delay it. Now he must find a way to understand something hidden in Shen Cheng's heart.
Shen Cheng raised his eyelids after hearing this, "Do it here?" He frowned slightly, using the sky as a blanket and a mat, which was a kind of experience.
"You can give it a try." Shen Cheng waved his hand, and a piece of grass sank. He lay down, his eyes half closed, his slender fingers hooked on his belt and he loosened it, pulling the skirt of his clothes to his shoulders, revealing his collarbone covered with bite marks.
Lu Shenxing, "..."