The invulnerability of fast wear

The moment he saw the light again, Yan Song subconsciously blocked his eyes.

He gradually saw the stains on the sleeves, the jade dragon's silver claws were stained, just like him now, if he didn't say it, who would know that he was the young master of the jade dragon who galloped all over Yangzhou flowers?

Even he himself didn't dare to recognize himself.

That dark underground tomb has completely changed him.

His flaccid body could not exert any strength, and he was dragged to the side of the steaming hot tub. The feeling of powerlessness that could not control his body enveloped the young man. He was like a dying puppet, at the mercy of others.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the folding door opening and closing, and his dull eyes gathered just now, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably—Yan Song hated this feeling, hated the fear that was imprinted deep in his soul with pain.

"I have seen the owner of the valley."

The people around stopped their movements and saluted everyone who came.

The man obviously couldn't see anything, but when his face was turned slightly, Yan Song still felt chills down his spine, as if everything was under the control of the other party, as if nothing could escape this man's gaze.

"Put him down." The man said indifferently, "Get out."

Everyone was stunned, and then released the restraint on the young man in fear and fear. No one dared to say anything, and even thoughtfully closed the door for their own owner.

Yan Song, who lost his support, had to support the incense cabinet full of toiletries, but soon, he fell into an embrace full of medicinal fragrance. Although the man was tall, he seemed to be struggling when he hugged him. He was dragged into the bathtub, and immediately, he was horrified to find that his trousers had been rolled up.

Amidst the mist, Yan Song looked at the man who entered the water with him. The man always tied back his hair from the sideburns, and his black hair and black shirt fluttered in the water. A few splashes of pink.At this moment, the man was pressing something on his calf seriously, and then slightly approached between his open legs. He didn't know whether it was the warm breath or the lingering water vapor. Yan Song looked at the man's fingertips in doubt and guessed. took a needle.

The appearance of this needle broke the embarrassing guess of young people.

Black blood spread in the pool water, the man's technique was extremely fast, but Yan Song fell into a delicate emotion, he stared at the other's lowered neck, his weak fingers tightened and loosened.

Ever since he was tied into the Qingxi Valley, this man has always watched him from aloof, eating mud, struggling, rolling, and suffering.Whether it was yelling or begging for mercy, the other party would at most bend down to confront him, or sneer or threaten him. He had never half-kneeled in front of him in such a posture to give him an injection.

Even though he knew it would never be a good thing.

The curvature of the man's neck is beautiful, but also very fragile... Even if it only restores him to one-tenth of his heyday, at such a distance, he is confident enough to rush over and break the opponent's neck.But the irony is, no matter how accurate and foolproof his calculations are, he can't mobilize even a trace of true energy, and he can't even raise his hands to support his body.

The blood turned from ink to red, and the man finally put away the silver needle and slowly stood up from the water.

There are strings of waterlines under the sleeve shirt soaked in bath water. The man doesn't seem to care about this. At this moment, his expression is normal, and he looks at the young man leaning on the side of the bath through the black cloth.

"Qingxi Valley doesn't raise trash." The man spit out cold words unhurriedly, "I'll pay you back your skills for a year first, work hard, and maybe pay you more."

The young man showed an expression of disbelief, and subconsciously clenched his tingling palms.

"From today onwards, your name is not Yan Song, and you will no longer be the young master of Yulong Villa. You are my servant in Qingxi Valley, named Baishu—do you understand?"

"No, I..." The young man raised his body abruptly, wanting to argue.

"I am your master, remember what you call yourself." The man said indifferently, "In Qingxi Valley, except for the owner and guests, no one can call themselves 'I'. If you forget next time, you will be punished yourself."

The young man clenched his five fingers until they turned white, and finally answered after a long while:

"……Yes."

"Don't forget the heart-cracking Gu." The man's face was slightly turned back with his eyes covered, even though he couldn't see his eyes, Yan Song felt an unspeakable sense of horror crawling up his back, "Don't suffer from useless things. "

"I... small understand."

The man finally showed a little smile, and immediately walked out of the bath with a drenched hem and sleeves. The water traces dragged by the black shirt disappeared behind the screen, the folding door closed, and the room was silent.

Yan Song held his breath for a moment, and finally got rid of the limp state under the circulation of zhenqi. He understood that Wu Xie's words were correct, and he couldn't escape at all now.

He understood his role to Wu Xie very well, and he also knew what the other party was planning.

Now that he has come out, he will not lack that patience.

He will wait.

Waiting for the best opportunity to escape.

The sea of ​​bamboo is blowing, and the sunlight is shattering.

The man lay down on the wide bamboo chair, with the scroll in his right hand spread out on his chest, and the black sleeve robe and blue silk hanging from the armrest. It was cool in the forest, but none of the attendants dared to step forward to cover him with a blanket.

The open space not far away was covered with rough broken tiles, and the bamboo leaves did not shade the scorching sun. The young man with the tea bowl on his head straightened his back and knelt on the broken tiles expressionlessly.

In front of him hung two servants whose faces were scalded by hot oil. At this moment, the two people had already started to struggle because they couldn't bear the pain of being pulled by their wrists, but they couldn't even utter a word. If you look carefully, you will find that the two Human tongues have been cut out.

Wu Xie didn't actually sleep, he just stared at the progress bar of "Pollution Yan Song".

The progress value has reached 75%.

"Come on, host, the next event is still 25% away, meet the heroine as soon as possible, and get the mission props." The system said in a straight line, "There are two months left before the story starts, the host can prepare well—and , the research and development progress of the antidote has reached 30%, and it is estimated that the research will be completed in the middle and late stages of the plot."

"As soon as possible." Wu Xie felt exhausted from the depths of his soul, "If this continues, I'm afraid I'll really become a pervert."

During this period of time, he has become accustomed to being the owner of Qingxi Valley who is moody and fond of poison. Since he arranged Yan Song to be his subordinate, he began to "retreat" frequently to give himself psychological counseling, which not only saved the energy of maintaining the character design, but also Also try to avoid meeting other NPCs in this world, because I am afraid of being "forced" to do something that hurts others and does not benefit myself.

As for Yan Song's degree of pollution... In order to allow the other party to "grow up", he pretended to forget the youth in a corner. He will get the experience he deserves—in short, he really doesn't want to do it himself.

He had had enough of the oppressive atmosphere in the basement.

But Wu Xie never expected that as soon as he "exited the customs", he saw Yan Song, whose pollution level was soaring, kneeling at the door, next to two servants who had their tongues cut off.

The person who came to disturb his retreat was none other than the orphan picked up by the original owner as a housekeeper, and now the second head of Qingxi Valley, a young man named Bai Ze.