The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo paused when he heard the words, and became even more angry one by one

Dreaming, still want him to serve?

He struggled and kicked hard, whining desperately.

But in less than a breath, all his struggles were invisible and ruthlessly suppressed.

The veiled bed curtain above the head is even more swayed by the gradually rising cold air, which is reflected on the window paper in the candlelight, forming a deep moving shadow.

Jiang Zhuo only felt that his legs were filled with lead and iron, and he couldn't even lift a centimeter, let alone kick away the abominable force on his body.

The hands are even more so, trapped on the sides of the body, unable to move the whole body.

No sound can be made from his throat, so he can only let this unknown existence play with his sensitive lips and mouth to his heart's content.

The crispness came one after another.

The crystal gradually wetted the collar of the golden obscene clothes.

Suddenly, the small knot on Jiang Zhuo's waist was untied, and half of the skirt was pulled off.

In an instant, the little emperor's pampered, jade-like white skin was exposed.

On the obscene clothes, the spotless moon-white neckline was no longer tightly closed, and now it was loose and loose.

The little emperor's delicate white collarbone and the weak and beautiful half of his chest had to be exposed in the air, but at this moment they leaked even more.

The coolness instantly licks the skin.

The breath of invisible power seemed to sink.

And Jiang Zhuo, whose clothes were disheveled, was a little sobered by the slight cold wind.

Realizing his current state of embarrassment, his watery black pupils trembled suddenly, and he stared up angrily.

Nothing.

But it made him feel so clearly that that powerful force really existed.

As for the palace servants waiting outside the door, I am afraid they would never have dreamed of one by one.

The most honorable master in the whole world is currently trapped on this luxurious and huge dragon couch by the evil god summoned by praying for rain, slowly teasing him.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhuo felt his upper jaw, as if being gently brushed by the skin of the joints, he trembled sensitively for a moment, his eyes trembled with anger.

The one who is oppressing him is probably that evil god.

But he said wait?How will he serve him?

Before Jiang Zhuo could figure out the answer, he suddenly noticed a coldness lingering on his collarbone, and it seemed that there was a tendency to go into his clothes. Jiang Zhuo's heart trembled, and he couldn't help struggling again.

But it still couldn't shake that power half a bit, and even drew a strong evil warning:

"Little emperor, be good. Otherwise, I want you now."

Jiang Zhuo was shocked when he heard the words, and didn't dare to struggle for a while.He didn't expect this kind of service?Didn't they clearly say that he would be killed within a month?

Jiang Zhuo didn't know it at all, his wet and beautiful eyes were rounded by shock at the moment, looking extraordinarily pure and attractive.

The invisible god was bewitched without anyone knowing, and he involuntarily increased his strength to tease Jiang Zhuo.

After repeated teasing by the cold fingertips, Jiang Zhuo could only feel his lips trembling even more, and his mouth was even more numb.

How could the body of the little emperor, who didn't even have time to have a concubine and had never experienced such a feeling, stand up to such deliberate torture.

Jiang Zhuo's beautiful and moist eyes closed again and again unbearably because of this, and opened them immediately as if afraid of something.

I don't know how long it took before the icy god finally enjoyed himself, and was finally willing to withdraw from his mouth.

The moment his fingertips left his lips, Jiang Zhuodang couldn't help whimpering, and then he shuddered and pressed his lips together, his chest heaved violently, silently calming down.

The youthful and bright voice, mixed with a little unknowing lust, was especially touching to the ears of the invisible god.

Jiang Zhuo doesn't know all this, he doesn't need to think about it now, he can feel how messy his upper body clothes are.

The bed also became messy due to the struggle.

He didn't dare to imagine that this vile god would do something horrifying, and while he couldn't help panting for nothing, he was on high alert.

But in the invisible air, the other party's tone seemed to be extremely joyful, and he stopped doing anything, just bit his ear recklessly, and said a little vaguely:

"Little emperor, there is not much time tonight. Let's play slowly later."

After the words were finished, the power gradually dissipated, as if the stagnant air began to flow freely again.

But when the oppressive feeling disappeared, Jiang Zhuo didn't move for a long time.

He maintained the posture curled up sideways, and closed his crimson eyes unbearably.

——Although half an hour has passed since the teasing just now, he can still feel an invisible force residing in his body.

Maybe it's because the other party is a god.

That power, like its master, flowed unreasonably and wantonly in the blood of his body.

It leads to the limbs and bones, causing a long-lasting numbness, and sometimes he will tremble violently because of the sudden weakness of the tailbone.

Jiang Zhuo tried his best to calm down, clenching his teeth, and after a while, he fell limp on the bed.

He clenched his fist hard and hit the couch.

Finally scolded: "Bastard. Pervert!"

Because of this, Jiang Zhuo had a nightmare all night.

In the dream, he was still unable to move a bit, his hands and feet were firmly bound by the soft long silk, and he was locked in a dark cell.

The sound of water dripping in the cell.

He was fed some strange soup, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, but he couldn't escape from it no matter what.

Just like a punished pet, he whimpered and waited for the person who imprisoned him to come, and gave him a lofty touch... -

H-

——This was the first word that popped out of Jiang Zhuo's heart when he woke up the next day and opened his eyes.

He didn't know what kind of ghost dream it was.

Angrily closing his eyes again, Jiang Zhuo decided to pray to Buddha as soon as possible in the near future, and burn incense to get rid of bad luck.

In the final analysis, he was desperately trying to get rid of that perverted and powerful evil god.

If it was just the way it was originally, and he would kill him within a month, then Jiang Zhuo would not resist, and even welcome him to send him away from this stupid dungeon world.

But this kind of bone-eroding torture, as if he was preparing to entangle him for a long time, was absolutely unacceptable to him.

The feeling of being oppressed by the air is not too bad, and he definitely doesn't want to try it again.

Thinking like this, he hurriedly went to the morning court. Jiang Zhuo first proposed that he would go to Pukong Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Jiang Qianzi's husband, that is, the court's son-in-law, Wei Li, proposed to accompany him in the court hall, so as to protect him personally.

Jiang Zhuo thought for a while, and waved his hand casually to agree.

——What kind of protection do you want to kill him as soon as possible?

But since Wei Li was looking for a way to do something, he wouldn't refuse.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he can be killed, it's better to die together. This way, he can not only solve an enemy, but also exit the dungeon world without being judged as violating the rules.

After a nightmare like last night, Jiang Zhuo silently slandered with his mind full of getting rid of that evil god.

After leaving the court, Jiang Zhuo finished his meal without much appetite, and immediately went to the imperial study to read the memorial.

The tall imperial study room is resplendent and resplendent. When you look up, you can hardly see the top. On the pillars of the porch are engraved dragons roaming in fright.

Jiang Zhuo looked at the neatly arranged manuscripts with seals all over the wall, and walked to the marble desk.

Sunlight poured in from the window, and the inside of the imperial study was bright.

There is simply a sense of sacrosanct.

It's like a place where evil gods can't get close.

Only then did Jiang Zhuo feel a little relieved.

... He has no idea that the gods are not afraid of the sun.

He ordered the eunuch to rub the ink on the side, and the scent of the brewed high-quality scented tea filled his breath. In a short while, Jiang Zhuo's mood improved greatly, and he became much more relaxed.

He rested his cheeks lazily, flipping through the memorials casually, one book after another, ten lines at a glance, often just looking at it for a while, and after a few moments of thinking, he came up with a solution, which was extremely efficient.

—The eunuch who was originally concentrating on studying ink couldn't help but sneak a peek at such a serious little emperor from under his eyelids.

He used to serve the little emperor so closely, but he had never seen the little emperor so focused.

The generous and luxurious imperial robes, worn on the slim little emperor, seemed too generous.

And the precious bright yellow, against the little emperor's almost transparent white skin under the sun, and the flawless and clear face, made the little emperor even more beautiful than the former emperor's favorite concubine who was famous for her beauty For eye-catching.

The eunuch watched secretly for a while, but then he didn't dare to look any more.

But at the same time, he was also very relieved that the former wayward monarch finally calmed down...

And Jiang Zhuo didn't know what the people around him were thinking, after watching for half an hour, he felt a little tired.

During the break, he ordered someone to fetch paper, pen and rouge-colored ink.

Ever since he experienced the Western copy that Lance was in, painting has become one of his hobbies, and he used it to relieve boredom and fatigue from time to time.

Unfolding the big, white and tight rice paper, Jiang Zhuo stood up, with a relaxed expression, holding the pen in one hand and flicking his sleeves in the other, dipping some ink and was about to write one by one

"What do you want to draw?" Suddenly, a cold and evil voice with great interest rang in his ears.

Jiang Zhuo was frightened, his hands shook, and the paper was destroyed.

The eunuch went in without knowing it, and hurriedly replaced it with a new piece of paper.

Jiang Zhuo was startled by the familiar icy breath in his ears, and secretly clenched his pen, pretending to calmly ask the eunuch, "What did you hear?"

The big eunuch was bewildered, not knowing what mistake he had made, he knelt down in fear and said: "Emperor, Your Majesty, this slave didn't hear anything, I beg your Majesty

Forgive me. "

"Little emperor, other people can't hear me, only you can feel it." The pleasant but cold voice was twisted and twisted, explaining with a wicked smile, but Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body.

He gritted his teeth secretly, and subconsciously wanted to go to the place where the eunuch was standing away from the breath.

But the next move and the next sentence of the evil god made him stay in place.

The cold fingertips caressed his chest, and the cold breath approached him, as if enclosing him in it, and the earlobe was swallowed by the coldness.

The vile god seemed to use the tip of his tongue to tease his ear, deliberately threatening in a soft voice:

"How? If I don't send all the palace people back, I will make you lose your composure in front of everyone."

Jiang Zhuo's face suddenly changed, the implication was one by one.