[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

Ruan Tang's heartbeat quickened a little, he turned his head to the side, pretending to look at the room, his eyes flickered, "You, you should get up first."

Lord let go of Ruan Tang's hand and stood up again.

He stood aside respectfully and cautiously, bowed his body slightly, his gray-blue eyes lit up a bit, and with a hoarse voice, he called again impatiently, "Master."

Ruan Tang held his chin, his dark red eyes were bright and translucent, he patted the narrow single bed with his little tail, motioning him to sit down, "Since I am your master, I will protect you you."

"Tell me about the troubles you have encountered, and I can help you solve them."

Lord's throat moved slightly, and he wiped his palm on the dusty robe. He stood there without moving, not daring to approach Ruan Tang.

He's too dirty to defile his master.

"A few days ago, the data of my experimental paper was plagiarized. He published the paper in advance, and then bit me back, saying that I plagiarized his stuff."

Mentioning what happened to him, Lord's eyes flashed a stern and cold, he clenched his pale fingers, and gritted his teeth, "He is very famous in the industry and has many fans, so that he is very famous on the Internet. I have no power to fight back if I guide the traffic online.”

The house leak happens to happen in Lianye Yu. After this incident happened, not long ago, he helped a girl escape from the entanglement of the school bully. The girl bit him back, saying that he was obscene and forced her.

After this incident broke out, his reputation plummeted even more, and the school also suspended his position and asked him to go home and rest for a while.

He was born with mixed blood, and grew up in an orphanage since he was a child. The discrimination and unfairness he encountered because of his blood has long been commonplace for him.

Lord desperately climbed up, and finally reached his current position, but because of trumped-up charges, he fell short and was trampled into the mud again, how willing he was.

Before the master came, he was almost desperate.

Lord told Ruan Tang about these things, he pulled the corners of his lips, his gray-blue eyes were gloomy and hidden pain, like a depressing sky, he said hoarsely, "Master, I didn't do these things. "

Ruan Tang nodded and motioned for him to come and sit down.

"I'll help you."

Lord hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head stubbornly, "You are my master, I cannot sit with you."

He is vile and dirty.

Ruan Tang flicked his tail impatiently, stood up abruptly, pinched Lord's chin with one hand, frowned and asked, "Have you not listened to Master?"

Coordinating with his movements, Lord leaned over slightly, being touched so intimately by his master, a little red appeared on his pale face, "Master."

"I am obedient."

Ruan Tang let go of his hand at this moment. He stretched out his hand to cut the long hair around Lord's ear, revealing the bloodless skin. He stroked Lord's cheek affectionately, and moved closer, with a sweet voice. Softly, with a bit of warning, "Listen, Lord."

"If you don't obey me next time, I don't mind letting you learn a lesson."

"Disobedient servants should always be punished."

The little devil's warm and white fingers rubbed the cold and pale earlobe until the earlobe became hot and dyed a deep red and gorgeous color, then he let go of his hands in satisfaction.

Lord took a deep breath, as if an electric current flashed across his back, which brought him great stimulation and excitement.

He sat on the edge of the bed, but just sat in a small corner, not touching much.

Ruan Tang took a look, sighed in his heart, and didn't correct him again.

He flicked his tail, and lightly swept over Lord's knees and thighs, and the crimson heart-shaped tail poked a little, like a prank by an ignorant child.

Lord tensed his thighs and lowered his head, his curly black hair hanging down, covering his expression.

His fingers moved, and he couldn't help but want to grab the slender tail and hook it around his wrist to play with it.

No, it is not allowed to blaspheme the master.

Ruan Tang glanced at the sky, it was already late at night.

He yawned, "I will accompany you tomorrow morning and go to the college where you teach, and those things will be resolved."

"I will temporarily sleep with you tonight."

Ruan Tang didn't really want to go back to hell, there was darkness everywhere, whether it was the palace built or the plants growing, it looked strange and beautiful, but he was obviously not used to it.

Lord's eyes widened, and it was rare for him to lose his composure. His gray-blue eyes were a little dazed, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

After a long time, he quickly took out a spare clean quilt from the cabinet and changed it for Ruan Tang, while he himself made a floor quilt on the ground.

He looked at his master lying on the bed, feeling a little annoyed.

I knew that I had cleaned up the house a few days ago, so that the master would not have to live in such a dirty place.

This simply disgraces the master.

Ruan Tang turned over and seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and his gentle voice came out, "Lord, don't think wildly."

Lord raised his head, looked at his master's back with gloomy and cold eyes, and felt a little satisfaction in his heart.

He responded softly, hiding the fragility and sensitivity in his voice, "Yes, my master."

Ruan Tang closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, Ruan Tang was still a little confused. He slowly opened the curtains slowly, and when he looked up, he saw Lord enter the door with his head bowed, his body tensed, his black hair A little messy, holding something in his hand.

"Lord, what's the matter?"

Ruan Tang put on his shoes and walked in front of Lord.

"I'm sorry," Lord lowered his head, his face was a little paler, his lips were pale, and there was a little blood stain on his forehead, he stepped back sensitively, his gray-blue eyes were gloomy And deep, "They won't sell me bread."

And drove him away, even hurt him.

He didn't live very well a few days ago. There was only hard, unpalatable black bread in the house. He didn't want to give this kind of unpalatable food to the master, so he planned to go out to buy it.

Ruan Tang narrowed his eyes, a little angry.

He touched the wound on Lord's forehead with his fingers, and healed it briefly with magic power, and the small wound healed quickly.

He held Lord's hand and walked outside, Ruan Tang said forcefully, "Let's go out to eat."

"I see who dares to bully me."

Lord's living environment is very poor, it can be regarded as a slum, with narrow and dilapidated rooms, the sewage flowing from the ground has a rotten smell, and a lot of garbage is piled up in the corner.

"Master, let me carry you there, it's too dirty here."

Lord couldn't help but said that he was already used to it, but he didn't want his master to get used to it with him.

Ruan Tang glanced at Lord, his crimson eyes were soft and obedient, he pursed his lips, "No need."

Lord was startled, and saw that Ruan Tang had already walked out of here.

On the main street, there were many more people on the road. Seeing a demon beside Lord, everyone's eyes were obviously a little timid, and they didn't dare to do anything to Lord blatantly.

Demons are cunning and insidious, fond of destruction and advocating power.

In terms of force, only the Celestial Clan can resist them.

"Hey, isn't this our little mouse Lord, isn't the lesson just now not enough, and now you're here to suffer again?"

"You half-breed bastard, you have done so many disgusting things, you don't deserve to live here at all, get out!"

A few young people came across, they were human beings.

Since the eight major races entered the era of peace, members of various ethnic groups began to mix, and their cultures gradually began to merge. The eight major races jointly contributed to the chief meeting, and major decisions about races were discussed and decided by the parliament.

Ruan Tang sneered, his crimson eyes were icy cold, he hooked the red string on his wrist, and when the red string fell from his wrist, it turned into a long red whip.

He hit the young man's feet with a whip, and the marble on the ground immediately shattered into powder, which is enough to show how powerful the whip is.

"I want to see who is suffering this time, and who is getting lost."