Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

The third young master's face turned pale.Decai led the two of them towards Xiachuan.Sure enough, Xia Chuan started crying before being touched.

The one crying was: "Second Young Master, spare your life, Third Young Master, spare your life, whatever you say is fine."

The third young master's face softened a little, and he said to the second young master: "Second brother, look, this Chuan'er has no guts, he will answer whatever you say, what is there to ask? Besides, if the skin is damaged, I will not I am happy. Second brother, please do me a favor, and wait for the third brother to pass the blissful period."

The second young master smiled and said, "You're the one who will be called Huan by the second brother. Forget it, let's get that slave up."

De Cai asked someone to tie Wang San up, saw the second young master's intention, and said in a sideways manner: "This actor knows how to look at people's faces, and the third young master loves him, so he can play with the third young master. Second young master It will be great once the young master comes."

The third young master looked very bad, but he didn't speak at the moment.

Wang San was amused in his heart, he really felt like watching a play.I don't know why this virtue dared to confront the third young master, maybe it was backed by the second young master?Wang San looked down on virtue and talent even more in his heart, a dog is only loyal to one master, he is not even as good as a dog.

The second young master talked to Wang San and asked, "What did you say?"

Wang San took a deep breath and said: "Young Master Xia is coveted by himself, and Young Master Xia is indeed not familiar with the young one."

The second young master hissed strangely: "It's weird, why do you covet Mr. Xia?"

Decai bent down beside him and said, "This dog servant even peeked at the Third Young Master's intercourse a few days ago."

The second young master showed a surprised expression and went to look at the third young master, but the third young master avoided the second young master's eyes and did not speak.

The second young master stroked his chin and nodded, "So it's not surprising that there's another incident. I think Xia Chuan is born well. In this way, this slave must not be spared. Virtue and talent. "

Decai was waiting for this sound, and after saying "Hey" cheerfully, he raised his nose and wanted to give orders.

Wang San thought, let's die.

It's a pity that he will die if he dies, but he can't get his wish.

As soon as the head came up, Wang San was in dire straits.That pain, it can't be compared with the previous ones, Wang Sanxiang really has talent, what elegant names can be called for such disgusting things.

This time he didn't keep his mouth shut, Wang San howled like a pig being slaughtered, sweating bucket after bucket.With great difficulty, he opened his eyes with all his might, and met the Second Young Master's interested eyes. Sweat squeezed into his eyes and there was a sharp pain, then he closed them.

I didn't see the expression of the third young master.

I don't know if it was Wang San's illusion, but Decai's voice of reporting his name became more and more serious, like a ghost.

Wang San was crying without image, he didn't want anything anymore, he didn't want anything, he wanted to kowtow to De Cai, begged him not to talk anymore, he could do whatever he wanted, now he just wanted to kneel before the Second Young Master Lick his shoes under his feet, so that the second young master will show mercy.

What backbone, huh?It hurts so much.He is willing to be a good dog for the second young master. He said this when he was eight years old.

The blood and sweat shed can open a tea shop.

Wang San has entered into a state of confusion, he has lost consciousness, but he keeps begging for mercy, he can say anything, Xu Zhen speaks from the bottom of his heart.

The second young master laughed when he heard what he said from the bottom of his heart, turned his head and said to the third young master, "Did you hear that this slave is going to lick my shoes."

De Cai said from the side: "No matter how hard this bone is, it can be broken. A slave is a slave. How can he have the spirit of a general? The third young master is not cruel."

A bucket of ice water poured down on Wang San's head, a pool of blood gathered on the ground, reflecting the light of the torch.

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