Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

Song Nan was shocked and looked back stiffly. When he saw the bloodshot eyes, he hugged the doll tightly and jumped back.

Ni Yuyan took a step aside to block his figure, raised her feather fan to cover her lips, and said with an arrogant expression: "We are guests of the manor. Our servant broke the rules. I heard from the housekeeper that he was studying here and wanted to come and see how he was doing. "

Her eyes turned slightly, and her gaze was fixed on the puppet in her hand. Then, the door was completely opened, and a man in coarse cloth walked to the door and said respectfully: "Welcome, sir."

Ni Yuyan lightly fanned her feather fan, turned to look at Song Nan who had regained her composure, and said jokingly: "Count Nora, you can go in~"

Song Nan frowned, hugged the doll's waist, held the cane tightly and walked into the residence.

Ni Yuyan followed closely behind, still holding the feather fan in front of her, dragging the puppet with her other hand. The puppet faced her, with its head hanging on her chest.

The servant gently closed the door. At this time, there was movement from several rooms in the residence. The servants inside opened the door and poked their heads to check the situation in the corridor.

The servant in coarse cloth glanced at those people, and shouted in a frosty voice: "Didn't a servant who broke the rules come here a few days ago? These two adults are here to see him."

A little maid hurried over and stood in front of Song Nan, showing a bright smile: "I'll take the adults there."

After she finished speaking, she jumped up and down in front to lead the way, while the servants in coarse cloth followed quietly behind them.

Song Nan frowned and looked at Ni Yuyan calmly.

Ni Yuyan looked solemn, obviously aware that something was wrong here.

The people here are obviously servants, but they don't look like servants. Their eyes are filled with curiosity and more of robbery.

Not surprisingly, their main intention is the puppets in their arms!

"Crack~"

The little maid stepped into the puddle, splashing a little bit, leaving dark marks on the dark wall.

"I heard that the housekeeper went on a trip today. Do you two know about it?" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Song Nan stopped and the little maid also stopped at this moment and turned to face him.

The patched skirt was flying, covering her sight. The next second, she jumped up, raised her leg, aimed at Song Nan's head, and kicked it down hard!

"Chong!"

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was already on guard. He twisted his cane and pulled out a gleaming sword from it. He placed it across his head to resist the little maid's kick.

"Ping!"

"Tap Tap"

Song Nan took a few steps back and gasped for air, the hand holding the sword in the staff trembling slightly.

He frowned, his body was too weak after all, and just resisting this blow consumed a lot of energy.

Song Nan turned sideways and looked at Ni Yuyan. She had already started a battle with the servant in coarse cloth. The servant attacked Ni Yuyan while the little maid acted. Fortunately, Ni Yuyan was always on guard.

She lightly pressed the pins of the feather fan, and metal spikes emerged from the top of the fan bones.

Ni Yuyan's eyes were full of anger, and she swung her fan towards the servant's neck, trying to cut his throat with one blow. However, the servant reacted quickly and leaned back, barely avoiding the sharp thorns. Then he exerted force on his waist, rebounded his body, and continued to attack with fists. Come.

Ni Yuyan took a step back, and the wide hem of her skirt hindered her movement - one second slower!

She gritted her teeth secretly, held her feather fan in front of her, and met her fist.

"boom!"

Ni Yuyan moved a few steps back and bumped into Song Nan's back, knocking him forward a few steps.

Song Nan paused and wanted to stand up and get ready to fight again. Unexpectedly, the little maid didn't give him a chance and kicked him again.

Ni Yuyan frowned and waved her feather fan. The soles of her shoes collided with the metal fan bones, making a crisp sound.

"My fan!"

She looked unhappy and sulky. She turned her head and glanced at the open door next to her. She picked up Song Nan by the back collar and threw it into the room. Throwing it in with him was the doll in her arms. : "You are responsible for the puppet."

Song Nan's pupils shrank and he opened his mouth to speak, when he saw her using her free hand to grab the hem of her skirt that was in the way and pulling it aside fiercely.

"Hi~"

Ni Yuyan dropped the valuable fabric, with a fanatical fighting spirit in her eyes.

She flicked her feather fan, and the metal fan bones made bursts of sound. She raised her lips with the oncoming servants and maids, and said with a smile: "Let's fight!"

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"boom!"

Song Nan didn't know how the battle was going, but he only saw Ni Yuyan tearing the hem of her skirt with her hands.

As soon as he caught the doll and threw it into the room, the servant who was standing at the door immediately closed the door and looked at him excitedly, or to be precise, at the two dolls in his arms.

The servant's face was pale, and he swallowed unconsciously. His sunken eyes were wide open, and he stretched out his hands with a trembling voice: "Sir, give me the doll. Give it to me and I will let you go."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, feeling pain in his back. He staggered to his feet, put down the puppet, and looked at the skinny and sickly looking servant expressionlessly.

"Are you looking down on me?" Song Nan's eyes were filled with coldness. He glanced at the sword in the staff that fell at the door, and chuckled disdainfully, "I'm just a servant, what qualifications do you have to stand here? Kneel down for me. Down!"

The servant became angry with shame, his steps were frivolous, and he struck with his fist.

Song Nan's expression remained unchanged, he estimated the location of the attack, stepped sideways, raised his hand to grab his arm, and used his strength to pull him towards him, then raised his knees and hit his abdomen with all his strength.

He frowned suddenly, his knees were in extreme pain and must have been red.

"Uh!"

The servant spit out saliva, broke away from his hand, covered his abdomen and knelt on the ground, hunched over and moaning continuously.

Song Nan gasped for breath, his body was already a little unstable, and cold sweat was pouring from his forehead.

He took a deep breath and took a few steps forward to pick up the sword at the door. Unexpectedly, the servant also noticed the sword in the staff and stretched out his hand tremblingly to pick it up too.

Song Nan's pupils shrank, not caring about the mess, he leaned over and rolled around, rolled to the sword, quickly grabbed it, raised it, and chopped it off!

"laugh!"

"what!!"

Blood splattered, and the servant covered his broken arm and screamed loudly.

Song Nan frowned, stood up holding the door frame, walked to the servant, raised his right foot, stepped on his shoulder, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and placed it at his waist.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pushed his hands with an expressionless expression.

"laugh!"

The tip of the sword penetrated the servant's heart, and blood slid down the sword body and dripped to the ground.

"scoff~"

"Pingxin~"

Song Nan exerted force on his feet and struggled to pull out the sword tip. His hand was unable to hold the hilt anymore. He took a few steps back and sat on the ground. He hugged the two puppets tremblingly. Tears flowed out of his eyes without disappointment. He hugged Si Bai tightly and patted it gently. On his back, his tone was calm and he muttered: "It's okay, it's okay."

[Ding——Target Si Bai (doll) favorability +1, currently: 21]

He casually wiped the tears on his cheeks, raised his legs, looked at his red knees, and poked them dissatisfied. Unexpectedly, the stinging pain swept through his body, piercing his body like a thorn.

Song Nan pursed her lower lip, two tears overflowed from her eyes, and she let out a depressed "tsk".

[Ding——Target Si Bai (doll) favorability +3, currently: 24]

He lowered his eyes and was surprised to find that the sound of fighting outside the door had disappeared. He immediately grasped the sword in his staff and stared at the door.

"squeak--"

The door opened, and Ni Yuyan walked into the room covered in blood and in tattered clothes. When she saw Song Nan, who was dirty, with watery eyes and tear stains on her cheeks, she whistled like a gangster: "Oh~ great nephew She's more delicate than I thought~ I didn't expect the housekeeper to like this type, too, who doesn't like the delicate and soft~"

Song Nan's face turned slightly red, she pointed to her red knees, and said expressionlessly: "I can't leave."

Ni Yuyan looked at his unbroken knees and tugged at the corner of her mouth: "I'm not wrong when I say you're cute!"

She complained, walked around the body, squatted down resignedly, put one hand around Song Nan's waist, and put the other hand on the crook of his leg, picking him up easily.

"Wow, nephew, you are so soft!"

[Ding—Target Si Bai (doll) favorability -5, currently: 19, target danger value +5%, currently: 35%]