Fast-crossing system: the villain BOSS strikes!

Mr. Zhuo was thrown into the air and hit the shed of a shop in the street. He landed with a loud crash and was wrapped up in the shed, but there was no movement.

Mingshu poked the hammer on the ground, supported the hammer and called, "Baozi, Baozi, Baozi..."

It was a little too much.

This hammer is so heavy...

"Master, what's wrong?"

"steamed stuffed bun."

"Master, I am here."

"Eating buns!"

Baozi: "..." So how did he get this nickname?

Baozi went to the side to find buns for his leader, and Mingshu gnawed on them while looking at Young Master Jin who hadn't settled the snacks exchange over there.

"Can you do it?" Mingshu called out to Young Master Jin, "A woman can't handle it."

Young master Jin glared at Mingshu, clenched his hands into fists, roared, and ran towards Jiang Ling.

The brute force used by Young Master Jin, Jiang Ling was not defended enough, she was completely knocked into the air, and fell to Mr. Zhuo's side to be his companion.

"Humph!"

Young Master Jin flicked his sleeves and stretched out his hands.

The servant shook his golden battle robe and put one on him, as if the emperor was enthroned.

Mingshu glanced at Jiang Ling, smiled and said, "I picked what happened today. If you are dissatisfied, just come to me directly."

Hate me, hate me, I don't mind.

Jiang Ling clutched her chest, stood up with the support of Mr. Zhuo, and bumped into Mingshu in mid-air with a little bit of cold eyes, fighting cracklingly.

Mr. Zhuo's face was slightly ugly, thinking that he had never lost since he became the number one swordsman, and it was such an embarrassing loss.

steamed stuffed bun:"……"

Is the leader crazy?

Why did the leader choose this matter today! !

It's obvious that they won't give way, and if they fight, what does it have to do with us? !

Leader, don't take things lightly.

Young Master Jin glanced at Mingshu, the leader actually helped him so much that he even took the blame on himself.

Jin Wandan suddenly felt that he was a little ignorant.

He coughed twice unnaturally: "What are you doing standing there, why don't you leave?"

"Oh..." Manager Jin escorted Young Master Jin into the carriage, and drove away quickly.

Zhou Hufa secretly wiped his cold sweat.

The current leader - not easy to bully!

When you go back, you must tell the door owner.

"Master, this way please..."

Zhou Hufa hurriedly led the way.

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Mingshu lived in Feihumen, and rumors about her on the street also spread among the people.

Of course, most people think that it is too much for her to help the Jin family's dude bully others.

How could the leader be so biased.

Public opinion is almost one-sided.

"Leader, are you satisfied with this courtyard?" Zhou Hufa led Mingshu into the courtyard and asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Mingshu glanced: "Do you have a kitchen?"

"Take it with you." Zhou Hufa nodded repeatedly.

It's good to bring the kitchen, otherwise the king of chefs will go to show off his magic skills.

Zhou Hufa briefly introduced Feihumen to Mingshu, said some things, and then left.

Baozi arranged for someone to tidy up Mingshu's room, and the rest of them found their own places to live.

Mingshu was in the small kitchen, discussing what to have for dinner with King Chef, and then went back to his room.

There is only one person in the room and the bed is being made.

"Why are you here?"

The person who made the bed was startled, his hands trembled, and the quilt slipped off. He hung his head, not daring to look at Mingshu.

"I, I'll make the bed."

"I mean, why are you here? Who told you to follow?"

"I... myself." Rong Li raised his head, as if he had made up his mind: "I want to follow the leader."

"Follow me? What are you doing with me?"

Rong Li folded his hands in front of him, he squeezed hard: "The leader takes me in, I want to do something for the leader, to repay the leader."

"Repay me?"

Mingshu gave a low laugh.

Rong Li watched her walking towards him, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, and propped his hands back: "How to repay me? You can't do a little thing well, I think you are not repaying me, you are wasting my lord government resources."

Rong Li's expression was tangled, his nails dug into the tiger's mouth, leaving countless marks.

He hesitated for a while, then slowly approached Mingshu.

Kneeling on the bed with bent legs, leaning towards Mingshu.

The young man's breath was clear, he first kissed the corner of Mingshu's lips, and seeing that Mingshu didn't object, he slowly squeezed her lips.

The boy's kiss was green and uneasy.

In the end, the whole person lay in Mingshu's arms like a puppy, and there was no other movement except lightly biting.

"Leader, don't drive me away, okay?" After a long while, he pressed Mingshu's lips, and said in a pleading voice: "The leader wants to drive me away, so I have nowhere to go."

Mingshu held his arm, pulled him back, and opened the distance between the two: "So you can sell your body in order to stay?"

"No...it's not." The boy shook his head.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Yes... because it's you..." The young man whispered, "I can't do it to others."

Mingshu loosened his fingers, wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him: "Then tell me, who are you?"

"I..." The young man glanced at Mingshu: "I said, will you drive me away?"

"That depends on whether you have too much trouble." Ming Shu smiled, "I don't want to cause too much trouble."

The youth's disappointment was written on his face: "Leader, don't ask, I swear I won't cause trouble to the leader."

In the next second, he grabbed Mingshu's arm: "Leader, don't drive me away, okay? I can do anything."

"You can do anything?"

The boy nodded heavily.

Mingshu suddenly turned over and pressed him under him: "Is this okay?"

The boy's pupils were clear, he struggled for a while, and finally gave in, he nodded with a reddish face.

He took the initiative to reach out to untie Mingshu's belt.

Mingshu was almost pissed off by him, what kind of avatar did the little goblin use this time.

"Leader, Flying Tiger Gate arranges..."

The door was suddenly pushed open, Baozi looked at the situation in the room, and froze at the door.

The air seemed to freeze.

"... Strange, why is the leader not in the room, he must have gone to find the king of chefs." Baozi muttered and exited the room, and closed the door.

After closing the door, Baozi patted his chest and panted.

Keep you from knocking!

Let your hands be quick! !

scared to death.

Could this be the reason why the leader and Mr. Zhuo broke off the engagement?

in the room.

Mingshu held down Rongli's hand, stopped his movement, let go of him and stood up: "Go and ask the chef king if the dim sum is ready."

Rong Li lay on the bed and blinked: "Leader..."

"Why, don't you want to do this? Do you still want me to use you as an ancestor?"

Rong Li hurriedly got up: "I'll go right away."

He opened the door, Baozi was still standing outside.

The eyes of the two met, Rongli lowered his head, and quickly walked towards the direction of the small kitchen.

Baozi dodged into the room.

"Leader... that..." Baozi's eyes fluttered: "Feihumen arranges to discuss matters with the various sects in three days, and ask the subordinates to ask the leader if they have any opinions."

"No."

"Then the subordinate will go and answer." Baozi slipped out.

"stop."

"..." It's over.

Baozi turned around and asked dryly, "League, leader, what else do you want?"

"What did you see just now?"

Baozi raised his hand and swore, "This subordinate didn't see anything."

Mingshu smiled and frowned: "Go down."