The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Is this relying on others not being able to see, to bully him?

Jiang Zhuo's expression was condensed, and he pursed his lips tightly.

The eunuch kneeling in front of him kowtowed even more terrified and begged for mercy.

Jiang Zhuo sighed, just as he was about to tell him to get up, his left chest was twisted hard by that invisible force.

Through the silk dragon robe, the subtle pain didn't decrease at all.

Jiang Zhuo was caught off guard, Dang even bowed his body fragilely, and said heavily: "Hmm."

The eldest lady was listening, and her face turned pale with fright, she wished she could get up immediately to help him and said, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you, Your Majesty?"

And Jiang Zhuo's frail body trembled at the moment, unable to speak a word.

Because the opponent didn't restrain himself after that blow, on the contrary, he went beyond the rules and became more presumptuous.

In front of so many palace people, relying on them not being able to see, they caressed and tortured him unscrupulously through the clothes.

Then, Jiang Zhuo also felt a cold breath entering from his tightly closed neckline, gradually wrapping around his body without any hindrance.

During the period, he even touched a sensitive skin under his collarbone, and Jiang Zhuo's eyelashes trembled violently.

This bastard.

Why is it still like this?

Jiang Zhuo lowered his head and leaned over, bearing the inhuman torture while wrinkling his beautiful brows, thinking hard in his heart.

Obviously before, he could feel the other party's fingers, lips and tongue.

But now, the evil spirit turned into something like a cold mist, penetrated into his clothes, wrapped around his skin, making him almost invisible.

It doesn't look like a god at all, but like a monster.

Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth, thinking bitterly.

But then, the icy breath not only entangled him, but also turned into an invisible human shape, and loosely grabbed his earlobe and said:

"I'll give you another chance to make them retreat. Otherwise, I'll strip you naked in front of people, little emperor."

Jiang Zhuo's heart trembled when he heard this, and he couldn't bear it even more, he tried to struggle secretly.

But there is no doubt that the egg hits the stone.

He couldn't stop, couldn't push back, couldn't even open his mouth.

Because of the evil and hateful aura of the other party, after sensing his resistance, she ruthlessly approached his skin to play tricks.

"That's not good." At the same time, the other party blew a breath of cold air in his ear.

Suffering such a terrible humiliation, Jiang Zhuo's eyelashes quickly became a little wet again, and he almost couldn't help the low moan in his throat.

Just a few puffs of cold mist in the robe made Jiang Zhuo's slender legs soften uncontrollably.

Almost unable to support this pampered emperor's body.

Jiang Zhuo barely supported the desk, suppressed his shameful voice, and closed his eyes for a moment unbearably.

"My Majesty, what's the matter with you? Slave, I'm going to ask the imperial doctor, Your Majesty!"

The eunuch's expression became more and more anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhuo managed to maintain a normal tone and said:

"Go out first, let them go down too."

With his pale fingertips, he pointed tremblingly at the other palace servants in the imperial study who were ready to serve at any time.

The anxious eunuch went in without knowing it, Jiang Zhuo had no choice but to keep his face cold on purpose, raised his voice and repeated it again.

Finally, everyone hurriedly bowed their heads and left.

The moment the palace door was closed, Jiang Zhuo couldn't hold back anymore, and because of the wanton caress of the other party, he let out a low moan.

The evil god seems to be able to transform into various forms one by one.

Under his robe, the mist on his skin was still touching him wantonly with great interest.

But behind him, he could clearly feel that there was a man-like existence holding him in his arms and pressing him on the table.

After the dragon robe, when the fingertips grazed the skin fiercely, the slightly rough touch forced Jiang Zhuo to grit his teeth uncontrollably.

Then he was completely imprisoned by the opponent.

Jiang Zhuo's slender body leaned forward, supporting the sides of the table with both hands, and his slender finger joints were slightly tinged with crimson.

The cold lips and tongue licked his sensitive ears without hesitation, and Jiang Zhuo's fingertips couldn't help curling up.

"Let go, uh, you pervert!"

Jiang Zhuo didn't know it at all, his shame and indignation, but irresistible appearance made the evil god behind him move his index finger even more.

"Overestimate one's abilities." The evil god said casually, playing with his earlobe.

Then, he forced Jiang Zhuoxu to lie on the desk halfway.

"Now, let's draw."

The pen was manipulated into Jiang Zhuo's palm, and the rice paper was already a little messy and wrinkled.

Jiang Zhuo's eyes were wet, and when he heard the words, he suddenly became angry. He was so humiliated that he just wanted to drop his pen, but in the next second, he heard a threat from his ears:

"Don't disobey me, little emperor, otherwise, I will paint on you."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhuo felt that the hem of his clothes was slightly lifted by the cold wind, and the coldness invaded between his legs.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

He hurriedly nodded his head in a panic, humiliated and agreed, and the other party finally died down.

Jiang Zhuo trembled while painting.

Because even when he was writing, the evil god didn't stop teasing his skin one bit.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but clenched his pen tightly, his mind was filled with endless resistance, but he was powerless and could only tremble uncontrollably because he didn't know what he was painting.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be extremely shocked.

There is obviously no one else here.

Under the sunlight, the young emperor's slender waist seemed to be suppressed by someone, and it was forced to slump a little. Under the bright yellow robe, it arched a seductive arc.

The little emperor, who was destined to be admired by thousands of people from birth, unexpectedly assumed the posture of the concubines themselves at this moment, half lying on the table full of memorials.

The pale pink fingers were still holding a slender lake pen tremblingly.

But at this time, outside the gate of the palace, there was a report from the palace, "Report to the emperor, the princess asks to see you."

Jiang Zhuo was stunned, his eyes were blurred by tears, and after thinking about which princess it was for a while, he remembered that it was Jiang Qianzi.

"Xiao Zhuo, are you tired from handling official duties? Sister Huang has prepared some pastries that you like to eat." Seeing that there was no response, Jiang Qianzi said affectionately outside the door.

If it were the little emperor in the data setting, he would open the door happily and welcome people in with emotion.

But Jiang Zhuo would not pay attention to it, let alone make false claims with her.

What's more, it was the moment when she was tortured until tears overflowed from the bottom of her eyes, and she had to bite her knuckles.

How can I meet people.

But Jiang Qianzi was used to being pampered, and seeing no response for a long time, she paced to open the door and come in.

Jiang Zhuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and immediately whimpered in a low voice, struggling desperately with strength out of thin air, trying to get rid of the demon who was still fondling him behind him.

Seeing this, the other party leaned into his neck and said: "What a coincidence. If the emperor can agree to one condition, I will let you go now, how about it?"

Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth: "You say."

He listened to each other's words passed into his eardrums, cold and numb, his face gradually became weird and ashamed.

But Jiang Qianzi's footsteps were getting closer, and he had no doubt that if he didn't agree, this so-called god would really humiliate himself in front of Jiang Qianzi and the others.

He could only respond in humiliation.

After nodding, the cold mist and breath dissipated satisfactorily, leaving Jiang Zhuo with disheveled clothes and hot cheeks calming down on the spot.

When Jiang Qianzi came in, Jiang Zhuo was already sullen, sitting behind the table in the imperial study.

Seeing Jiang Qianzi who came uninvited, Jiang Zhuo frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you break in without authorization?"

Jiang Qianzi was stunned when she heard the words, usually this idiot would be very happy to see her and greet her warmly, why would she ask such a question today?

Before she could figure out how to answer, the people in the seat seemed to lose patience, and raised their voices to call the guards:

"Come here, let me drive the princess out. In the future, without my permission, she is not allowed to enter the palace at will."

Jiang Qianzi was almost dragged out, she was puzzled, and a trace of panic flashed across her expression.

She was afraid, could it be that Jiang Zhuo discovered something that caused such a huge change in attitude.

But she just heard that Jiang Zhuo worshiped Buddha this time, and let her husband accompany him.

Jiang Qianzi couldn't care about the flushed face of being kicked out, and secretly thought in her heart, could it be because of that rain praying?

She remembered that the eminent monk who taught her this method once said that people who use this method to achieve their wishes may become irritable and irritable.

Could it be because of this that Jiang Zhuo repeatedly vented his anger on her, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain his dramatic change of temperament.

The more Jiang Qianzi thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case, and she finally felt at ease.

But according to this trend, it is likely that Jiang Zhuo will not get the will of her child without fighting.

It's better to let my husband kidnap the little emperor as soon as possible, and then threaten to torture him. Jiang Zhuo, that idiot who was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, is most afraid of pain.

I'm not afraid that I won't get the will.

After driving Jiang Qianzi away, Jiang Zhuo struggled to return to his bedroom with the help of the wall.

Because the bastard still didn't allow him to let the palace servants help him.

Although there was no actual action, he felt that there was no part of his body that was not touched by the perverted god.

Jiang Zhuo suspects that he will have a shadow over Yushufang from now on.

But thinking of the conditions that he was forced to agree to just now, Jiang Zhuo felt that he should have a shadow over the entire dungeon world.

After returning to the dormitory and laying the corpse for a while, the sky outside the window gradually became twilight, and Jiang Zhuo, accompanied by the eunuch, went to have dinner again.

It took less than half an hour just to pass on the dishes, there was a lot of delicacies, but he couldn't eat much.

Seeing the night outside the window was approaching, Jiang Zhuo was even more disgusted, and finally put down his chopsticks.

Tonight, that demon will come again to "fulfill" the conditions he forced him to agree to.

Abominable condition.

When Jiang Zhuo thought about it, his whole body was going to explode.

He immediately asked the system in his mind: "Is there anything that can ward off evil spirits?"

After breaking the system, he answered in seconds: "Yes, but you can't afford Jiang Zaizai."

Jiang Zhuo was angry: "Does this plane need to collect soul consciousness?"

"Necessary." Broken System paused, and then spoke in a quieter voice, "I'll tell you a secret, the god who prayed for it seems to have the same data as the soul consciousness."

In other words, that demon is probably the soul consciousness he wants to collect?

is it him?

Jiang Zhuo didn't expect this to happen, and was stunned for a long time.

If it is someone who has spent so long and so many lives with him

Jiang Zhuo thought about the bad things that evil god did to him again, and suddenly felt that he didn't resist much.

Appetite also improved, Jiang Zhuo ate some more, then withdrew from the table, time flew by, and it was night.

After Jiang Zhuo took a bath, he lay down on the couch, seeing the thick ink color outside the window, as time passed by, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

tonight