Did the little scumbag lose his horse today?

Lu Xiuyuan almost lost control, his fingertips were so hard that he wanted to scratch the delicate skin between the young man's eyebrows, and then the young man's soft cry of pain broke into his ears, with fear and shyness, and resistance to strangers.

The rapid breathing made his chest heave violently.

"Yaojun..." Yuan Run only felt that there was a psychopath in front of him, and was afraid that he would be pinched half to death again, so he forced himself to wake up under this tsunami-like coercion, and used the voice that Jing Yuan should have. refused, "Let go of me first..."

No, it's not the same.

Such a soft and waxy voice seemed to be soaking him with a bucket of cold water from top to bottom in the ice and snow, dragging Lu Xiuyuan back from that illusory dream.

That man has always been enthusiastic and sunny, and even his voice is full of youthful anger.

He lowered his head and looked at the boy in his arms again.

This time, when he looked carefully, he felt that his cheeks were thinner than that person's, and he lost the childish baby fat; his eyes were also more pure. It is full of trivial calculations, always thinking of getting some benefits from him.

He looked again at the silver-gray clothes inside the young man's big red cloak. Red petals and bamboo leaves fell from the shoulders, slowly extending down the shoulders.Scattered flower branches fall along the side of the waist, like the wind blowing leaves from season to season, leaving traces of time, strong red, light brown, deep green, falling on the hem of the clothes one after another, blooming a spring color .

Low-key color, but it is the ultimate gorgeous.

Such a color could not enter Lu Xiuyuan's eyes.

not him.

Too flattering, too demonic, vulgar.

Inadvertently flashed in his mind a boy's face with baby fat, delicate and delicate, with two small dimples on his jade-colored cheeks when he smiled, it was extremely sweet.

Then the touching skin became extremely hot, and he pushed the person in his arms away.

Yuan Run had just been pinched by Lu Xiuyuan, and his whole body was hypoxic, and he still hasn't recovered yet, when he was pushed by Lu Xiuyuan, he uncontrollably swayed to the side.

There is no "the target's strong arms hug you" in "The Cheats of the Harem Contest", and there is no "the tenderness of the four eyes facing each other".

What greeted him was only a cold buttock of snow.

"Hiss..." Jiang Youzhi stood aside and wanted to stretch out his hand but felt it was inconvenient, with an uncomfortable expression on his face, he stopped Lu Xiuyuan, "Xiuyuan, this is not the right time...he came all the way here."

Lu Xiuyuan's footsteps stopped.

He turned his head sideways, looked at Yuan Run who was sitting on the snow, and said indifferently, "Do you want me to send him out of the city?"

The young man sitting on the ground felt aggrieved, bit his lips and his eyes gleamed.

"Hey, that's not what I meant! The Teng Snake Clan managed to settle down a bit... It's not appropriate to send Jingyuan out of the city, oh, I was wrong, I will never force you to come out to see the snow scene, don't be angry, I was wrong Wrong, really wrong!" Seeing that he was going to leave, Jiang Youzhi also knew that something bad happened today, he quickly waved his hand behind his back to let Yuan Run run first, and make arrangements next time, and then chased after Lu Xiuyuan's back go up.

Yuan Run sat on the ground for a long time, and silently got up from the ground after the figures of the two disappeared.

Touching his neck, the skin that had been pinched hard has now turned a little purple.

"Lin Tingsheng really didn't lie to me!" Anger squeezed through his teeth: "This man is really a pervert!"

Yuan - escaped from the dead - Run, with a neck full of injuries, still has to diligently investigate Wu Yinque.

Before Yuan Run had roughly absorbed the layout of Wu Yinque, Jiang Youzhi and Lu Xiuyuan should have returned to Fanyin Hall, so he would investigate in the opposite direction, as long as Lu Yinyin and Jiang Youzhi don't harass him from time to time, Yuanrun felt that it would not be a problem for him to find out where the dungeon was located within half a month.

As soon as he said it, Yuan Run immediately avoided the maid and searched a nearby uninhabited attic.

In order to avoid a second trip, Yuan Run searched extremely carefully, from the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the teapot on the table to the wooden boards inlaid on the ground, he searched inch by inch.The attic was as clean as new, but nothing was found. Presumably, the maid who came to Wu Yinque would come to clean it regularly, but this kind of place should not hide anything important.

Because of his slow search, he only finished searching three attics near dusk, and then broke into the fourth one without stopping.

This attic is unexpectedly very close to the Hall of Music and Music, only separated by a wall, and I don't know if it is his illusion. The moment he stepped into the courtyard door, he felt a little strange all over his body, as if a thin layer of mist engulfed him. Shrouded, he wanted to tear it apart, but found that the fog dispersed by itself. It was not until he forgot this feeling again that the fog came back from all directions.

This is the first attic that Yuanrun cannot enter.

The meaning of being unable to enter is that it has a seal, and the doors and windows are tightly sealed.

"This must be something hidden!" Yuan Run regained his energy, turned over and ran to the roof, lifted a tile, squinted his eyes and looked into the pavilion, the scenery was no different from the previous ones.

Ok?

Yuan Run took another look.

No, not the same.On a table he saw a box with a round bead lying in it.The whole body of the bead was clear with a faint blue color. When he blinked, the bead actually moved a little on the table, as if it moved a little towards his position.

"It must be my illusion..." How can a bead grow legs by itself, such a thing is too sensational.But he couldn't get in, and he couldn't confirm it carefully, so he thought about going back to the Hall of Xuanle to avoid the maid to find Lin Tingsheng. Help him break the seal and get in.

It is rare to see an orange warmth in the winter evening, shining on the eaves, and the snow also reflects a soft light.

He moved his boots and was about to turn down the stairs when he heard an extremely immature and tiny voice.

[Are you wondering, what the hell am I? ]

The sound didn't seem to have a source, it was more like water enveloping Yuanrun from all directions, as if the sound had turned into a thread that penetrated the soul, from the ear to the mind.

"Scared!" Yuan Run was startled by the weird voice, and before he could figure out what it was, he slipped on the sole of his foot and fell directly from the eaves.

The imaginary pain did not come from the back.

Instead, a pair of strong arms caught him and held Yuan Run firmly.

"Huh?" Yuan Run opened his eyes suddenly, but saw a face that he least wanted to see at this moment.

The silver mask was gilded with a layer of gold by the orange-yellow sunset. He looked up, only to see the man's thin lips trembling slightly.

It turned out to be Lu Xiuyuan again!

The author has something to say: Yuan Run: Why is nnd such a dead pervert again?