Come on, Master "General Attack"

Scrophulariaceae's words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, Wei Zonggong watched Bai Wenmo's smile become brighter, and his pressure was overwhelming.

Before he could understand what Scrophulariae whispered to him, he was held in Bai Wenmo's arms, and he jumped away from Scrophulariae.

"That's how you treat apprentices." Bai Wenmo smiled horribly.

The corner of Scrophulariae's mouth curled up, "He drank my blood, so naturally he has to pay a price."

"Blood." There was no smile in Bai Wenmo's eyes, "You made a move."

"How can you say that?" Scrophulariae's smile seemed to be mocking Bai Wenmo, "If he doesn't want to, I won't force it."

Bai Wenmo didn't answer, just looked at Wei Zonggong.

Wei Zonggong was still thinking about the whisper of Scrophulariaceae, but did not respond to Bai Wenmo's gaze.

Bai Wenmo tightly closed his eyes to suppress the sourness in his heart.

"After today, he will rely on my blood," Scrophulariae with a victorious smile, "he can survive~"

Bai Wenmo seemed unwilling to see his face again, so he left the room with Wei Zonggong in his arms.

The moment the door of the room was slammed shut, Wei Zonggong subconsciously looked at Bai Wenmo, facing his expressionless face.

This was the first time that Bai Wenmo had such an expression in front of him.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally Bai Wenmo spoke, but he resolutely did not mention the scene he had just seen, "My lord, how is your body?"

what?

"Shang Ke." Wei Zonggong didn't expose Scrophulariae's words, his eyes moved slightly, "Well, Xiaobai, I..."

Bai Wenmo smiled, and stretched out his hand to stroke Wei Zonggong's hair, "What lie did the lord come up with to lie to me..." He put down his hand, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Scrophulariae, I... Believe in you."

Wei Zonggong's words were choked in his throat.

"Xiao Bai, don't be like this," Wei Zonggong said, trying to calm Bai Wenmo's emotions, "Be obedient." He reached out and hugged Bai Wenmo.

Bai Wenmo didn't resist, and said in a low voice, "Since the king needs his blood, I will save his life."

The meaning behind the words is just to keep him alive, other...

"Don't touch him." Wei Zonggong frowned and pushed Bai Wenmo away.Feeling that his tone was not very good, he coaxed again, "I mean, he won't pose any threat anyway, just treat him as an idler in the palace..."

"Master." Bai Wenmo looked at Wei Zonggong with burning eyes, "What if I can't tolerate him."

"Bai Wenmo." Wei Zonggong's attitude was firm, "Just pretend he doesn't exist, but you must never let him get hurt again."

Bai Wenmo let out a miserable laugh.

"Sure enough, you treat him differently."

"No," Wei Zonggong felt strange to hear this sentence, "he is, that, anyway..." Wei Zonggong couldn't speak out, and could only emphasize, "Anyway, you can't hurt him."

Bai Wenmo lowered his eyes, "What about me?"

If you don't want to hurt him, you can hurt me.

"Xiaobai?" Wei Zonggong was a little unresponsive, "What's wrong with you?"

"If I must kill him." Bai Wenmo looked up at Wei Zonggong with a cold expression, "Will you kill me?"

Wei Zonggong noticed the seriousness in Bai Wenmo's tone, and his tone became less favorable, "Then you might as well kill me."

Ah, so it is.

Bai Wenmo seemed to have lost all his strength, his face was as pale as snow.He stood there, but felt a chill emanating from the inside out.

so cold.

He raised his head, the sun was shining brightly.

In these years, the person in his eyes is not so dazzling.

I kept looking up, even if my eyes were burned, I refused to look away.

But it seems... the distance between himself and him has always been so far away.

Squinting his eyes, Bai Wenmo was in a trance for a moment.

A strange sense of relief made the corners of Bai Wenmo's mouth curl up.

So be it.

He quietly put his eyes on the man, empty and lifeless, but smiling, "I am pleased with you."

It's like reading a sentence without the slightest affection or ambiguity.

Bai Wenmo said, "Master, I'm tired."

These words are full of helplessness and sadness, but more of a heavy and breathless despair.

Wei Zonggong opened his eyes wide.

When Bai Wenmo said this, he was smiling, his voice was so light that it seemed to be dissipated in the wind, as if he was just stating a fact.

"Bai..." Wei Zonggong's throat was a little dry, the atmosphere was too oppressive at this moment, making his mind confused.

"Ten years of dream, it's time to wake up." Bai Wenmo stared at Wei Zonggong's eyes, those black eyes reflected his own appearance, what he liked most was the moment when his figure filled the eyes of that person .

A tear dripped down the corner of the eye, together with the abandoned heart.

Bai Wenmo slowly raised his hand, caressed the man's face, and sighed softly, "I, Bai Wenmo, have no extravagant hopes from now on."

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Extravagant fragrance, ambiguous libretto, intoxicating tune.

With affection in the eyes of the dancer, she danced gracefully to the music, and the ornaments hanging from her limbs jingled, inciting the lust of the viewers.

The young man was dressed in dark clothes, lying on his side on a soft couch, propping his head on one hand, and holding a wine cup in the other, in which transparent liquid glistened.

The song continued, and with the singer's sweet voice, the hall became more and more spring-like.

The young man raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and sat up from the soft couch.His every move showed a bit of laziness, he threw the empty wine glass on the ground casually, and seemed to just pull the gold chain at hand.

"Hmm!" The muffled hum was barely audible, but it made the air in the room condense in an instant.

The dancer stopped and knelt on the ground, curled up and trembling.

The young man raised his eyes and looked around, slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

This smile has a depraved beauty, but no one dares to look at it.

"keep going."

His voice was light and ethereal.

He tugged on the gold chain again, the movement was small, but there was no resistance.

This time there was no sound.

But he didn't seem to be satisfied, his eyes gleamed with cruelty, he pulled the gold chain towards himself fiercely, and heard the man's suppressed cry of pain as he wished.

Looking at the person lying on the ground, he was smiling, but his hands were merciless, dragging him to his face bit by bit.

The man tightly grasped the gold ring around his neck, trying to reduce the pain as much as possible.

The young man's black robe, like the dark colors in his eyes, is terrifying and intimidating.

He looked condescendingly at the man kneeling at his feet like a slave with a gold ring around his neck, the smile on his mouth remained unchanged.

"Because of you, they didn't dare to sing anymore." He suddenly lifted up the gold chain, together with the man's neck ring, as if pulling an animal, forcing the man to straighten up.

The man was wearing a white veil, his body looming.

This is clearly a woman's service.

The hair was covered with black hair, which to some extent served as a cover, but it also weakened his heroic spirit, making him somewhat indistinguishable.

The pain from the neck was nothing compared to the shame.

His lips were blood red from being bitten by himself, but he insisted on not begging for mercy.

The young man in black suddenly let go of his hand, and the man fell back to the ground.

"Otherwise, it's up to you to sing." The young man's tone was casual, and he said the word that had become a shame, "Master."

The word seemed to irritate the man, he glared at the young man sharply, gritted his teeth, "Bai Wenmo, why don't you die."

Bai Wenmo laughed lightly.

"You always talk so unpleasantly," he squatted down, and looked at Wei Zonggong at the same level, "Don't keep your tongue."

Wei Zonggong's pupils shrank for a moment, and then he saw Bai Wenmo really took out a dagger.

Bai Wenmo was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry." Wei Zonggong admitted decisively, "Bai Wenmo, don't do this."

Bai Wenmo pinched his chin without hesitation, as if transforming an object at will, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

Seeing the cold light of the dagger approaching, Wei Zonggong got anxious and stuck out his tongue to lick Bai Wenmo's hand.

This action was flattering, Bai Wenmo stopped the action, tilted his head and thought, "It seems to be useful."

He was suddenly released, but Wei Zonggong was still tense, and then he heard Bai Wenmo's voice from above, "Master, use your tongue to serve me." His voice was as gentle as before, but it was no longer With tenderness, "I'll consider whether to keep it."

Wei Zonggong froze there, unable to realize what Bai Wenmo meant for a long time.

Bai Wenmo seemed to be very patient, or he was enjoying Wei Zonggong's expression mixed with shock, anger and fear.His tone was still gentle, he raised his hand and wrapped it around a strand of his hair, "I heard from Yu Nie that the king is very talented, and he is already familiar with serving his lips and tongue..."

He grabbed Wei Zonggong's hair and forcibly pulled him under him, as if on a whim, and smiled, "It must be a pleasure."

Wei Zonggong struggled a bit, and then heard Bai Wenmo's voice faintly, "Could it be that the lord of the country has the heart to make Mr. Wei suffer."

Wei Zonggong's movements stopped instantly.

Bai Wenmo, you are doing well!

And what kind of incredible attribute has been unlocked!

The day before yesterday I was begging the young master to slow down, but today I turned into a ghost and scum to attack in vain!

You ancient people really knew how to play!

Also chain shame play!

So many little beauties look at it!Can't you save some face for the young master!

"Bai..." Just as he opened his mouth, Bai Wenmo's fingers poked in.

Bai Wenmo casually moved his fingers, watching Wei Zonggong frown in pain, his eyes misty, finally he seemed to have had enough, and pulled his fingers back suddenly, pulling out the ambiguous silver thread.

"Hmm..." Wei Zonggong retched a few times, feeling his throat burning.

He took the handkerchief from Meishi, wiped his fingers carefully, and then threw it on the ground indifferently.

"Sure enough, there is no way to continue." As if talking to himself, Bai Wenmo's voice was not loud, "It's really dirty."

When Wei Zonggong heard this, his eyes widened suddenly.

Bai Wenmo didn't even look at him, as if he had lost interest.He casually grabbed the dancer who was kneeling on the ground, with a bewitching and gentle smile on her face.

"Bai Wenmo!" Wei Zonggong grabbed the corner of his robe with a sneer, "A few days ago you kept saying 'I delight you'. Is this what you like!"

"I please you?" Bai Wenmo tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something, and that action was somewhat innocent.He repeated these three words, and then with a smile, he stepped on Wei Zonggong's hand holding the corner of his robe, just like treating a flawed object, without any warmth at all.

Bai Wenmo looked at Wei Zonggong with that piercingly cold gaze, and said with a sneer, "Are you worthy?"