The paranoid hero who is about to wear clothes is squeamish again

Chapter 39 The sick and spoiled courtiers, flirting online 1
In the warm early summer, a flower-viewing banquet was held in the palace.

The ladies of the aristocratic family were invited into the palace, and there were many people in the palace, and there were many eyes.

Accidentally, something went wrong.

Now, Qi Cheng was wet all over, being held in the hands of a tall man.

He didn't put her down until he reached the Sishui River.

She fiddled with the breast-length skirt with lotus root powder stuck in one place, and bit her lower lip sullenly.

She entered here earlier.

But...she couldn't find her ancestor for a long time, and the ancestor didn't send her the content of the novel for a long time.

Fortunately, before entering the throne, her ancestor told her that the hero's name is Huan Ji Buchen.

Although named Buchen, he was the most trusted young general of the emperor before he was framed as collaborating with the enemy and treason.

But, now, he's blackened.

After being blackened, Ji Buchen made troubles in the plane, causing the people to live in dire straits, and corpses littered the fields.

When the book is in use, Fang hates less.

She should have read more novels!

Fortunately, her personality is not much different from that of the original owner, Rong Cheng, otherwise, she might be burned to death as a monster.

The original owner, Rong Cheng, was the most beloved youngest daughter in the [-] Zunrong Year, and the biological mother, Concubine Zhang Gui, was the most beloved concubine.

Just now, she and the noble ladies admired the lotus together.

A noble girl fell into the water.

Immediately afterwards, another lady fell into the water again.

Then, she was also dragged into the water by a certain lady.

Then, she was rescued by this man wearing a black iron mask, and was taken out of the palace.

At this moment, Qi Cheng was tugging at his sleeves, standing by the Sishui River, staring at the man, swallowing his saliva.

The man's black iron mask covered most of his face, but his exposed skin was as white as jade, his eyes showed a cold light, and his thin lips were lightly pursed, stained with cunt.

He was slightly impatient, and the air pressure around him also dropped.

Qi Cheng always felt that if she didn't say anything, he would push her into the river.

But, she didn't want to fall into the water again.

Rubbing the palms of his hands, his almond-shaped eyes carefully raised and lowered, and there was a bit of flattery in his voice that he didn't even know he had, "You...you wear a mask in the summer, Reba?"

The man's lips were slightly parted. If it was someone else, he might appear gentle and warm.But when he laughed, it seemed as if he had just crawled out of the cold hell of killing people and drinking blood.

"Thank you for saving me." Qi Cheng coughed lightly, lowered his head and said thanks.

It's her fault, she should thank you first instead of asking if it's hot or not.

The man suddenly spoke out, his voice was a little hoarse, as if he had never been in contact with a source of water, and seemed to have been damaged by fireworks, rough and ugly, "How do you want to thank me?"

Well this...

Qi Cheng tilted his head, looked at the sky, thought for a long time, and asked, "What do you want?"

He didn't speak any more, but suddenly stretched out a pair of hands covered with three or four scratches, and pressed towards Qi Cheng suddenly, his hoarse voice seemed to confirm, "Anything is fine?"

The girl's delicate wrist was pinched by him.

She was pampered and pampered, and felt a little pain when her wrist was pressed by a man.

Qi Cheng gritted her teeth, keeping in mind the point of being a lady not to be angry, she parted her lips, raised her wrist slightly, and told him in a gentle voice, "If I can give what benefactor wants, I will give it."

Unexpectedly, after she finished asking, the man's hand became stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to pinch her wrist off.

Qi Cheng was in pain, bit her lower lip tightly, and stared at the man with a pair of black and white almond eyes in confusion.

Perhaps her gaze was too hot, the man gradually let go of his hand, his eyes were cold and so dark that it was hard to breathe, he said in a hoarse voice,
"I want, your blood."

(End of this chapter)