The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Not even the stars are willing to show their heads on the dark sky. The moonlight is blocked by layers of dark clouds. From time to time, a gust of wind blows, which inexplicably makes people feel timid and send chills down their spines.

Huo·Bold·Qiaoyin was not afraid of any monsters. He walked through a hidden corner with his long legs, lazily taking one step at a time. The wind carried a low gasping sound that reached his ears intermittently.

Huo Qiaoyin's expression remained unchanged, he pretended to be deaf in both ears, and with a calm expression, he stopped and paused, as if he had stepped on something, and the soles of his feet moved.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, there's a ghost there -" Xiao Jiu looked at the unknown thing on the ground and screamed in fright.

Huo Qiaoyin was not frightened, but was shaken to the ground by Xiaojiu's sudden loud voice. He trembled, and then a pair of hot hands grabbed his ankles.

"What the hell!" Huo Qiaoyin kicked his foot reflexively. When he released his foot, he stepped on the same spot with his other foot.

"Cough——" It hurts so much. Not only does my hand hurt, but my waist hurts. MMP, that bastard dared to kick me, stepped on my hand, and stepped on it twice! ! !

"Your Highness, he is a living person." After a false alarm, Xiaojiu wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and was so shocked that his hair broke out.

"Why, he can still be a dead person?" Huo Qiaoyin rolled his eyes and said something.

"That's not..." It's impossible...

As Xiaojiu talked, he disappeared and slipped away...

Huo Qiaoyin is about to leave, mind your own business and live a long life!

Another resistance stopped him, and the red hand that had been stepped on grabbed his ankle again.

"Let go, let go..." Huo Qiao could see clearly with his night vision that there was a person lying on the ground, a man face down.

Your sister, I want to go home and take a nap, what are you doing to me?

Xi Jin finally met someone, how could he let go? He was unconscious and showed a strong desire to survive, and the heat wave almost swallowed up his consciousness.

He is now clinging to the other party with instinct and cannot let him go.

"Help...save me..." Xi Jin struggled to make a sound like a mosquito. His head was dizzy and confused. It was so hot and scorching. He felt like he was bathing in fire. His whole body was screaming, he wanted to Release, he wants to be free...

Huo Qiaoyin couldn't move forward. He was so sick that he was like this. He still had strength. It had to be said that his damn desire to live was really strong.

Huo Qiaoyin suddenly became interested, squatted down, and opened his hand. At this time, the half-hidden moonlight beauty wearing a white gauze dress revealed her true face, showing off her figure softly.

As if sizing up some precious treasure, he reached out and pinched the opponent's chin and lifted it up. Huo Qiaoyin squinted his eyes. He had a good appearance. He was a handsome boy.

Asked softly, long and deep with a bit of charm: "What's your name?"

Xi Jin's expression was dull, his pupils were dilated, a confused look appeared on his face, and his lips were licked moist, which made him look particularly eye-catching.

He was like an unconscious marionette, opening and closing his lips up and down, trying his best to answer: "Xi... I'd like to..."

Huo Qiaoyin's expression paused, Xi Jin? I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

Huo Qiaoyin lifted the other person's arm and held him in his arms. Xi Jin seemed to have found some cold, big treasure that he longed for. His head was buried in his neck, like a large dog, his lips The petals rubbed against his neck, and he stretched out his tongue to lick it as if to quench his thirst.

Huo Qiaoyin's still calm mind was now filled with anger. He sealed Xi Jin's hands, raised his lips, pinched his mouth, and watched the other person turn into a platypus.

The other party freed his hands and held his waist with his feet, just like a son hugging his old father.

All the sleepiness and drowsiness were gone. At this moment, he turned into a domineering president, showing an evil smile and gritting his teeth: "Man, you are playing with fire..."

And I am the one who controls the fire.

Xi Jin only knew that he was desperate to be rescued. It was really unlucky for him to encounter such a thing.

Huo Qiaoyin found a hotel at random. He had reached the limit of his endurance and was not in a hurry to pick up his gun and go into battle.

He was in control, and used some strength to make Xi Jin wake up for a moment, confirming over and over again that it was just a one-night relationship, and after that, he was like a stranger, the kind that he didn't even recognize when he met him on the road.

Xi Jin felt suffocated. He felt his spine being hammered by a hard chest, and he felt even more resentful. However, this emotion was not directed at Huo Qiaoyin, but at the bitch who framed him.

Xi Jin didn't want to admit that there was a day when he promised everything.

Huo Qiaoyin was satisfied, unknown sparks ignited in his peach blossom eyes, and he pressed forward...

The wick of the lantern on the bedside swayed for a long time, until the misty light burst into the gap between the curtains, and this enjoyable battle ended.

At noon the next day, Xi Jin lay on the bed, his head tilted sideways and sunk into the soft pillow. His head was heavy, and he was awakened by a dazzling beam of sunlight.

Xi Jinggang was still a little dazed when he woke up, his consciousness was scattered, and he could not regain consciousness. It was not until his body stiffened and his nerves were stimulated by burning and tingling sensations everywhere that he suddenly remembered everything that happened yesterday.

Damn, rude, vulgar!

It hurts like hell, my back hurts, it hurts here, it hurts everywhere, there is no pain in my whole body, especially the opponent's strength... It's like being revenged by an enemy overnight.

Xi Jin scratched his neck and wanted to turn over. As a result, he was like a painter of the world, habitually drawing a map...

His face was expressionless. Even if that person was his savior, he wouldn't be very grateful to him!

hehe..

The person who saved him was not only the same sex, but the thing that made him angry was that he was the one below! ! !

Xi Jin's teeth itched with hatred. Fortunately, no one knew what happened to him. After spending the night with that person, he was still a stranger when he saw him again.

Trying hard to ignore everything he suffered, he blamed it all on the bitch who framed him!

Xi Jin secretly resented it and tried his best to ignore the wet spot on the bed. He held on to his sore waist and limped into the bathroom...

The groundhog in Xiao Jiu's heart screamed like a chicken, ah ah ah, let's have a good fight, the domineering president and the arrogant little wolf dog are really awesome! ! !

Xiao Jiu never expected that there would be such a good thing. Recently, he has watched a lot of TV series. However, his cliché has changed and he is no longer limited to the opposite sex.

It's a pity that His Highness is ruthless and treats the little wolfdog a bit unkindly.

That's right, the little wolfdog doesn't know what's interesting. If it were him, he wouldn't want to see it.

Xiaojiu couldn't help but imagine a large-scale crematorium for chasing his wife, ah, no, the crematorium for chasing his husband...

You love me, I don't love you, you are ruthless and unreasonable, I have to endure humiliation for you, and other sadomasochistic feelings, Xiaojiu thought about it again, but it is a pity that this kind of plot will not happen to His Highness...

Hey, hey, what are you thinking? His Highness is the most awesome and powerful one. As His Highness’s successor, how can he not be on His Highness’s side?

It's all other people's problems and it won't please His Highness. No wonder His Highness dislikes it!

Xiaojiu is already a qualified and mature leader. He has learned to brag without thinking. If His Highness is right, he is still right. If His Highness is wrong... No, Your Highness will not be wrong!

Xiao Jiu, who was upright and awe-inspiring, praised His Highness crazily in his heart. When he felt the cold knife on his neck, Xiao Jiu's hair exploded. Only when he was far away did Xiao Jiu breathe a sigh of relief.

Huo Qiaoyin snorted, and Xiaojiu, who had shut himself up in his own little dark room, let out a sigh of relief and secretly gave himself a few big words, saying that you are blind to His Majesty's fault. You have realized that you are wrong. without?

Xiao Jiu shrunk her neck and tried to make her body as small as possible. She should let others bear the tyranny of His Highness.