The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo was lying flat, and as soon as he thought of the condition, he heard a slight wind.

The bed curtain above the head moved slightly.

He immediately looked towards the source of the sound vigilantly, and there was nothing unusual around him.

But Jiang Zhuo felt the familiar and hateful cold breath gradually invading.

Unable to see the other person's appearance and figure at all, Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth and sat up without a sense of security.

He frowned at the same time, unconsciously touched the jade pillow behind him, and shrank back slightly.

Try to stay away.

But the cold breath suddenly wrapped around his ankle.

Across the pure white brocade socks, Jiang Zhuo only felt his ankles, as if they were suddenly firmly grasped by the opponent's slender fingers, and then pulled away mercilessly.The other party even gently tugged him towards the side of the bed, Jiang Zhuo was caught off guard and staggered unavoidably.

"what."

His slender hands subconsciously supported the couch behind him in order to stabilize his body.

The cold wind passed by slightly.

"Little emperor, it's time to fulfill your promise." The other party's slow and hoarse voice rang in his ears the next second.

Jiang Zhuo felt a little weight gradually covering his body, within the range he could bear, but it was difficult for him to break free from the oppression.

"Hmm." Jiang Zhuo couldn't help frowning his eyebrows more and more.

When I spoke again, my tone was no longer as unassuming as before—

If this so-called evil god is really that fellow Ci Yan, then he has nothing to be afraid of.

Perhaps it was subconsciously believing that the soul consciousness would not harm him, and there would be no other vicious methods to torture him, so Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but become more courageous.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were cold, and he moved to break free from the restraint of his ankle.

Said: "I don't remember what I promised."

"Oh?" The invisible god was obviously a little surprised by his cheating.

The breath fluttered, and the strength wrapped around the delicate ankle tightened a bit.

He even dragged the little emperor towards him.

The invisible god said lowly and casually: "I don't mind helping you recall."

As soon as the words fell, the icy breath wrapped around Jiang Zhuo completely, like an invisible chain, restraining him, not allowing him to move a little bit.

Jiang Zhuo frowned at this, struggled, and found that it was of no use, he simply curled his lips, and was too lazy to do any more useless work.

He lay lazily on the bed like that, and said provocatively: "Okay, you come. It just so happens that I want someone to serve me well."

If this evil god is really the soul consciousness of Ci Yan, then there is probably no other way to torment him except to go to him.

Jiang Zhuo thinks that he has experienced so much, and it is not for nothing. He should have become numb to this a long time ago.

So don't try to threaten him with this.

Jiang Zhuo didn't care about it in his heart, but he didn't expect to hear a casual sentence in the next second:

"Is it."

Then, the collar of the bright yellow obscene shirt on his body was unhurriedly untied by the other party's invisible hands.

But Jiang Zhuo was severely suppressed by an invisible force until he couldn't move, he could only bear it with all his might, and tried his best to maintain his indifferent face.

he thought

Perhaps the more he can't help being flustered and ashamed, the more excited the other party will be, and the more keen he is to tease him.

Therefore, if you don't respond like this, it may not necessarily make the other party lose interest.

Sure enough, upon seeing this, the movement of the breath stopped.

The coldness spread from his unbuttoned neckline, slowly licking his collarbone.

After Jiang Zhuo shook uncontrollably, the white Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

He turned his face away.

He obviously couldn't see anyone on his body, but he was messed up a little. This illusion of being teased by the air made him almost unable to suppress a low cry in his throat.

"Little Emperor," suddenly, the invisible god spoke again, with a slightly hoarse voice, "It's still too late for you to fulfill your promise."

The other party's wanton and indifferent words contained threats.

But when Jiang Zhuo thought of that so-called promise, his ears turned red with shame.

So he looked cold, and replied: "I will never do such a thing."

How could it be possible, as promised, to molest herself in front of this perverted god.

After Jiang Zhuo finished speaking, he felt that the oppression on his body became heavier again. He gritted his teeth and drooped his long eyelashes forbearance.

This pervert, bastard.

Every time it would just press him like this.

"That's good." After a moment of silence, the other party replied casually.

After hearing this easy compromise, Jiang Zhuo was inexplicably flustered for a moment, and before he had time to think about what the other party would do next, he felt the neckline of the obscene clothes being pulled further apart.

The plackets are slightly open.

If you look down from above, you can see the thin little emperor, his bright yellow coat and pure white lining are already a little messy and out of shape.

And the mist transformed by the cold opponent gradually approached, and seemed to want to use the same method to get into his clothes and torture him.

Jiang Zhuo pulled his lips, pretending to be indifferent and sneered: "You are a pervert who dare not even show your real body."

As soon as the words fell, his chest seemed to be pinched again.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help taking a breath in pain, and at the same time, great shame welled up in his heart.

This time, there wasn't even the slightest layer of clothing.

The icy air-like fingers touched him just like that.

"Can I understand this as, Your Majesty, do you want to see me? Want to know who you are under?"

The other party seemed to be smiling but not a smile, deliberately said respect, slowed down the intensity, and said to soothe his painful place.

Jiang Zhuo turned his face away even more annoyed, and replied with a sneer, "I just want to know who I should settle accounts with after my death."

The other party smiled again when he heard the words, "I still need more things from you, little emperor, how can I let you die."

"what?"

The evil god didn't speak, but his fingertips pointedly fell below his waist.

Jiang Zhuo froze for a moment, couldn't help but knelt down, inexplicably thinking of the terrible condition that this pervert forced him to agree to.

"Understood, don't you, then give it to me now."

After the evil god finished speaking, he pinched his chin and forced him to open his lips.

Jiang Zhuo frowned in surprise, feeling the coldness invade his lips in an instant, and his mouth was quickly filled with cold mist.

Some cold air even rushed to his throat, and the coldness engulfed Jiang Zhuo's eyes slightly moist.

The evil god was kissing him fiercely.

Jiang Zhuo doesn't know one by one

Because the placket had already been pulled wide open, he had already exposed half of his white and flawless shoulders and collarbone.

The color of snow was reflected on the pure golden dragon couch, which was particularly bewitching.

The evil god could hardly resist immediately possessing a human body in order to toss this alluring little emperor more realistically.The bed curtain moved lightly.

The hidden voices continued.

"Hmm." Suddenly, Jiang Zhuo opened his wet eyes.

——This perverted god actually grabbed his hand, trying to make him touch himself.

He absolutely does not want this.

If someone else saw it, they would definitely think that he was having a strange dream.

Jiang Zhuo, who was lying flat on the couch, began to struggle desperately.

There was no thread on one side of his chest, and the brocade quilt was tightly clutched with both hands on his side.

Seeing this, the evil god threatened in a low voice: "Hey, don't move around, if you don't want me to want you like this."

After speaking, with a little force, he pulled Jiang Zhuo's fingers off the brocade quilt and brought them to Jiang Zhuo's own chest.

After several days of tossing and tossing like this, the royal study, sleeping hall, and even meals were not spared.

Jiang Zhuo was so sad that he wanted to cry.

But at the same time, the power of the evil god seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

The sense of reality is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, it was time to go to Pukong Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Jiang Zhuo paused at the gate of Pukong Temple, behind him was a group of ministers in a mighty carriage.

Jiang Zhuo looked up at the huge plaque, thinking in his heart that he didn't know if it would work or not, but even if he could invite a high-ranking monk, it would be good to avoid that guy for a few days.

Every day is so bitter, he is not blessed even if he is steel, okay?

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuo was welcomed in with a firm mind.

The emperor had a lot of people, and the presiding abbot greeted him personally, and prepared the best house for him.

Jiang Zhuo felt the solemn and solemn atmosphere throughout, and couldn't help feeling at ease.

It's just that Wei Li's room was arranged on his side, and it was just around the corner. I don't know if it was intentional.

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, thinking of Jiang Qianzi who wanted to put him to death, he pursed his lips slightly, not paying attention.

Compared to that evil god, Jiang Qianzi and Wei Li were nothing at all.

Afterwards, I don't know if it was because the host recited scriptures for him, Jiang Zhuo slept very well on the first night he stayed in Pukong Temple.

Without the harassment of the god, there would be no dream at night.

This caused his energy to be particularly good on the second day. After listening to the abbot read the scriptures and finished his vegetarian meal, he went to the peach blossom forest on the mountain behind Pukong Temple while listening to the minister's report on his affairs.

In the late spring, the mist is misty, and the petals of the peach blossoms are stained with a little water vapor, which looks extraordinarily fresh and tender.

Jiang Zhuo was followed by many courtiers, and after they reported the relevant matters one by one, an old courtier came forward and bowed in deep thought:

"Your Majesty, the time for the draft is almost here, when do you think someone will do it?"

Originally, shortly after the little emperor came to the throne, it was time to draft a talent show to fill the harem with beauties, but unfortunately, there was a severe drought almost across the country, and the people were in dire straits, so the matter was delayed.

But now, after the prayer for rain, the whole country has gradually returned to normal, and the image of the emperor as handsome as the son of a god has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people through word of mouth.

I don't know how many women in the whole country want to enter the palace and serve the emperor personally.

But the emperor changed his previous enthusiasm for the draft, and never mentioned it again, which made a group of veteran officials who cared about the emperor's heir feel relieved and anxious at the same time.

And Jiang Zhuo, who was walking in front of the crowd, smiled when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows, and turned his eyes to the person who asked the question.

Just as he was about to speak, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the peach blossom forest.

Peach petals all over the sky swept towards everyone.

An icy breath deceived Zhuo Omi without anyone knowing it.

Everyone was shocked, their eyes were fascinated by the overwhelming peach blossom petals, they all covered their faces with their sleeves, the strong wind forced them to bow down.

When the strong wind subsided, everyone was in a panic, and within a second, someone shouted in horror: "The emperor! The emperor is gone!"