When the Immortal Cultivation Villain strays into the Zerg

He Shanhe carefully lowered his head and approached the wound, and breathed at the wound, as well-behaved as a kitten.

The warm air sprinkled on Tang Wuyang's skin, making it itchy.

"Brother, promise me that you won't do that in the future, okay? Huh?"

Tang Wuyang said in a low voice, with a hint of comfort in his tone, as gentle as if he was coaxing a child, with a slightly evocative ending, hiding a little coquettishness.

It's good to scare it a little bit, and you can't push this little wooden stake too tightly.

He Shanhe was silent, and it took a few seconds before he choked out a sentence to evade the question: "Master's life comes first."

"Then what if I don't need your protection?"

"..."

He Shanhe's heart sank, he swallowed the bitterness, closed his eyes and said: "This is the slave's responsibility. If the master doesn't need it, just throw the slave away."

Tang Wuyang: "!!"

He hugged He Shanhe a little tighter, the whole worm was almost close to him, and asked in a joking tone on purpose: "Why would you think that, brother?"

Without waiting for He Shanhe's answer, he whispered in the ear of the other party: "I just want my brother to be with me. Even this, brother won't you?"

He Shanhe opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

He didn't know how to respond to the male boy.

The nine years of training seemed to have no effect at all. All kinds of standardized answers, routines to please the master, and methods of begging for mercy were all subverted in front of the male boy.

Shouldn't female slaves give their lives for their masters?

He Shanhe couldn't understand.

If it was just for the company of the worm, on the condition of a young male worm, he would go to the street and find a worm to explain his wishes to the other party, I am afraid that the other party would be flattered and happy to agree.

How come... it's his turn?

How could such a dilapidated female slave be worthy of letting the little male treat her like this?

"Why should my brother not answer me?"

This little heartless person doesn't really miss him at all, does he? ?

Tang Wuyang squinted his eyes, revealing a little dangerous breath.

He Shanhe couldn't see the scene behind him, he could only feel the warmth that had surrounded him slowly leave him, he instinctively wanted to keep him, and stretched out his fingers to hook the corner of the other's clothes, but reason suppressed the impulse again.

So he just raised his hand slightly, let the cloth rub against his fingertips, and put it down again.

But he didn't expect that Tang Wuyang caught his little trick just in time.

The hand retracted halfway and was firmly grasped.

Something soft touched his fingertips.

One touch away.

He Shanhe turned his head and looked back, and found that his fingertips were very close to the male boy's lips.The other party's lips were slightly parted, and the light pink lips were more delicate than flowers.

It was a kiss.

He Shanhe realized it belatedly.

"Why is brother duplicity?"

……

night.

"Hmm." He Shanhe snorted, waking up from his dream.

His whole body shrank into a ball, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the wound was a little stinging when it met the water, but this little pain was nothing compared to the dream that was about to tear his mind apart.

He dared not go back to sleep.

He thought that after he escaped from the Female Slave Training Institute, the previous nightmare would be washed away slowly, but he didn't expect that the nightmare counterattacked even more fiercely, as if deliberately trying to suppress the warmth of his day.

He Shanhe stood up, hesitated for a moment, took off the pajamas he hadn't worn much, grabbed an old piece of clothes from the floor in the corner of the room, and put them on.

The clothes should be the ones he wore when he went out to threaten Du Xunjiang. The fabric was hardened by the blood, and there was a faint smell of blood on it.Judging from the blood-stained area, the clothes must have been scrapped.

However, for the current He Shanhe, it is just right.

When the physical pain reaches a certain level, the mental pain can be suppressed.

He Shanhe pushed open the door. Although the young man had left him slippers, he didn't wear them. Instead, he stepped on the ground with bare feet, and the sound of his footsteps was swallowed up by the fluffy carpet.

He walked along the corridor, not daring to turn on the light, so he only relied on the faint moonlight for illumination.

He stood in front of the heavy wooden door, lowered his eyes, and pressed four times.

【wrong password】

He Shanhe: "..."

He tried again.

【wrong password】

[Reminder: Do not use some improper means to attack other female slaves/female slaves without the male's permission]

The combination lock took him for some bitch blinded by jealousy.

He Shanhe didn't dare to touch the combination lock again, fearing that the third wrong combination would trigger an alarm and wake up the sleeping little male.

He stared at the combination lock for a while, and finally turned and left.

The moonlight dragged his shadow very long.

He Shanhe stepped on his own shadow and walked forward, but his eyes stayed on a door that was opened not far away.

When he came, he only wanted to go to the punishment room, and didn't notice the other rooms in the corridor. At this moment, the previous target was gone, and the light overflowing from the crack of the door was particularly conspicuous.

He Shanhe didn't dare to open the door directly, he pressed his body against the wall, his gaze penetrated into the gap.

Is it a... pharmacy?

He Shanhe thought of something, he carefully pushed the gap of the door wider, walked into the room, and searched among the rows of shelves with purpose.

The shelves are full of medicines.

The system of the male worm is delicate, although there is a repair solution, any kind of medicine cannot be a panacea, so the home of the male worm usually still has various medicines, just in case.

"Ns-023." He whispered silently in a breathy voice, his eyes kept scanning the rows of shelves.

The side effects of the nightmare still made his brain ache like a stirring rod.

"found it."

He Shanhe rubbed his brows, took a breath, made sure that he would not knock over the medicine due to the pain, and then reached out to take it off.

After the fluid is injected into the needle, it flows from the needle tip into the body.

The irritability was soothed, the thinking slowed down, and the drowsiness came up little by little. He Shanhe bit his lip while the effect of the medicine had not fully taken effect, quickly packed up the remains of the syringe and the medicine packaging, and left the room.

The door is closed.

"Drip", it is automatically locked.

Although the voice is small, it is particularly abrupt in the tranquility.

He Shanhe returned to his room.

His face was calm.

……

When Tang Wuyang woke up, it was still early, he had no intention of getting up for the time being, and wanted to lie down for a while, so he lay down on the bed and reached out to reach the communicator on the bedside table.

Two message reminders are displayed on the screen.

Tang Wuyang rubbed his eyes and clicked on the message.

Tang Wuyang: "...!!"

Wake up instantly.

This little wooden pile!

Tang Wuyang frowned, squinted his eyes and rested for a few seconds, then quickly turned over and left the room in his pajamas.

He left behind what he washed, and walked straight towards He Shanhe's room with his messy curly hair.

Tang Wuyang opened the door lightly, and saw He Shanhe buried under the blanket, sleeping very soundly.

This is not the same as what he imagined.Tang Wuyang turned on the communicator again to confirm the two messages.

He narrowed his eyes.

Tang Wuyang deliberately stepped harder, walked to He Shanhe's bed, and pulled the quilt off the other person's body a little.

The clothes underneath were blood red, but the smell of blood was not strong. It looked like blood stains from several days ago.

Tsk, it turned out to be a kid who planned to do bad things, but unfortunately failed.

Wearing this outfit, I can fall asleep directly, and I am really not afraid of being discovered by insects.

The other party seemed to be sleeping really soundly, and even Tang Wuyang's intentional noises couldn't wake He Shanhe up.

Probably, really tired.

Tang Wuyang originally planned to go out in the morning to buy some desserts to coax his pretty little one.

But I didn't expect to see the news in the morning, so I hurried to the other party's room to take a look, fearing that something might happen to the other party in a big night.

Tang Wuyang stood by the bed and tilted his head to think for a while, raised the corners of his mouth, and approached He Shanhe quietly, lifted the quilt of the other party a bit, got in by himself, and rubbed into He Shanhe's arms.

He didn't move around, just lay on the other person's chest obediently, listening to the other person's heartbeat beating steadily.

He stared at He Shanhe's sleeping face, and held a handful of He Shanhe's hair in his hand to play with.

It would be great if this little wooden pile is as good as when it is sleeping.

After a while, He Shanhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and Tang Wuyang nibbled the tip of the other's nose with some evil intentions.

"Brother He." He shouted, with a little milk sound in his voice when he just woke up.

Tang Wuyang watched the other party slowly open his eyes, his blue eyes were covered with mist and he was a little dazed, and then he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"...Good morning, my master."

He Shanhe was stunned for a while, then said.

"Brother He, where did you go last night?"

He Shanhe froze for a moment, he quietly moved his arm, and pressed the side with the pinhole underneath.