The Sick Villain is Crazy and Wild: Unlimited Traveling Through Books for Freedom

The sweet voice filled the ears of the two of them, and even the soft hum seemed to have changed its tone.

Luo Yichu's misty eyes were completely startled when he heard the sweet sound of changing pitch.

Luo Yichu:! ! !

Unbelievable, that soft voice came from him.

He is a straight man of steel!

Luo Yichu hid his face in regret.

(??︵?`)

Being teased by Mu Han, I just couldn't help but...

孽 孽!

He can't be bewitched by a certain hero, he can't be bewitched...

Luo Yichu reminded himself over and over again in his heart.

Mu Han's lips moved away, and the lightly parted thin lips spit out an invisible airflow, the cool breath hit Luo Yichu's neck, it was very cool.

"Little Taoist."

Mu Han's voice was evocative and hoarse, and Luo Yichu's tailbone was brittle at that little Taoist's call.

"Ah."

Mu Han propped his arms on both sides of the little Taoist priest's cheeks, and said in a half-coaxing, half-coaxing voice: "A body shaped by yin energy, thirsty for blood and thirsty on a full moon night..."

Before he finished speaking, he paused slightly.

"In the past, the yin energy was strong, which could resist the flaws of the full moon night. But your Zhengyang faction tore down the king's house and injured me.

This is your responsibility, right? "

After Mu Han finished speaking, those black eyes seemed to melt into fog.Moisture filled the pupils, and the little Taoist's cheek was hidden in it, giving it a more hazy meaning.

Luo Yichu's neatly combed long hair was slightly loose in the kiss just now.

The tips of the eyes are slightly red, and the temples are scattered, which is really seductive and seductive.

Seeing Mu Han's heart clenched, the veins on the back of his clenched fist bulged.

responsible?

Is Mu Han asking him for responsibility?

But it stands to reason that it is indeed their fault that the Zhengyang faction tore down his home and made him homeless, and he lived on the streets in misery.

It stands to reason that it is indeed responsible.

But in this situation, let alone being responsible, Luo Yichu just wanted to run away.

Seeing that the little Taoist didn't answer, Mu Han pursed his lips tightly.

The cold sweat from the forehead dripped down the cheeks, fell into Luo Yichu's throat with a thud, and flowed down the Adam's apple into the small spring of the collarbone.

Luo Yichu felt that his Adam's apple was a bit wet and cold, and a coolness flowed down to his collarbone, making him shiver slightly.

Time passed minute by minute, like a silent confrontation.

There was a lot of cold sweat on Mu Han's forehead, and Luo Yichu couldn't bear to see it.

The villain is also tolerable.

Looking at Mu Han's wet doggy eyes, Luo Yichu's heart was a little moved.

As before, help him one more time!

"Responsible.

but……"

As soon as the responsibility in his mouth came out, Luo Yichu's words were swallowed up.

There is a touch of sweetness between the teeth, filled with an aura that doesn't belong to me.

Mu Han took his aura and enveloped him in it.

Ears and temples grinding together, it is truly intimate.

/ / /

The neighborhood at night is exceptionally quiet, and there are elderly people around. They go to bed early with the idea of ​​going to bed early and waking up early for good health.

It was very quiet all around, even the house was quiet.

Just as everyone in the live broadcast room was waiting for Luo Yichu to coax her husband back, they heard a sweet voice that was soft and almost tuned.

Mu Han's voice of "little Taoist priest" made the fans' hearts melt when they heard it.

Fuck, is this something they can listen to without paying?

Taoist Qingyang, who was watching his apprentice meditating live, heard the indescribable voice, almost fell to the ground in fright.

what's the situation?

Didn't he tell that kid to restrain himself during the live broadcast?

Even more insane than before, live broadcasting...

He hurriedly opened the account, pushed it down after some operations, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Brat, I will settle accounts with him tomorrow.