Beauty is sick

Pei Zhe's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little uneasy.

He knew that Jin Lingjiu would not say such things for no reason, so he must have found something and had definite evidence.

When Jin Lingjiu saw what was in the statue, he stopped him just like now, and didn't want him to see it. Pei Zhe guessed a little bit in his heart, and he was afraid that the death of the young boy had something to do with the officers and soldiers here.

Pei Zhe buried his face on Jin Lingjiu's shoulder, his voice pierced through the fabric and hit his shoulder bone: "If I can't calm down, Xiao Jiu'er will hug me again, okay?"

There was a numb itching in Jinling's nine shoulders, and he almost tightened his grip on the person in his arms, but in the end, he just pretended to be calm and said "Yes": "As you wish."

He was unwilling to use tough methods against Pei Zhe, he hoped that Pei Zhe would be willing to throw himself into his arms for comfort.

The warm scent of plum blossoms is the unique signature of Jin Lingjiu. This scent enveloped Pei Zhe and calmed down his heart that was throbbing with speculation.

He tried to relax and patted Jin Lingjiu on the back: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

He is obviously a person who seeks comfort, and he has the aura of a leader in every gesture.

There was a smile in Jin Lingjiu's eyes.

He loves to see the way Pei Zhe makes up his mind in front of him, and the way Pei Zhe pretends to be calm. Of course, he hopes to see that one day, Pei Zhe will throw calm, self-restraint and composure out of the sky, and those cats are as cunning and translucent There was only his reflection in his eyes.

So now he needs to put on a show, preferably weaker, so as to cause Pei Zhe to be shocked in the future.

He thought, that must be a beautiful view.

Fearing that people would notice the strangeness on the mountain, only a small bonfire was lit in the middle of the camp, which could serve as a lighting effect.

This is an advantage for Pei Zhe and Jin Lingjiu. As long as they control themselves and don't make too much noise, they won't be discovered by the officers and soldiers who are addicted to their own world.

The two touched a military tent, hid in the darkness, and listened to the movement inside.

There were bursts of panting laughter from the depths of the barracks, mixed in the wind, they could hardly hear it at their position just now, but now that they got closer, they could hear a little bit.

When he was in the capital, there were three princes in the court, and Pei Zhe's official position was not too high, but the teacher who could become the crown prince must be a celebrity in front of the Holy One.

There are countless people who want to curry favor with him, and the daily invitations are like a snowflake, some can be pushed, and some are not easy to push.

Pei Zhe was also invited to go to a place of sensuality, wine and meat, and heard the sound of doing that kind of thing, no wonder he thought about it, it is really this pleasant panting sound that makes people think about it.

He frowned, trying to get closer to see what was going on in the tent, but he was caught by a hand and leaned back.

Jin Lingjiu put his arms across Pei Zhe's chest, avoiding his throat, and brought him down in his arms.

Pei Zhe didn't dare to make too much noise, so he could only stare at Jin Lingjiu, but the night was too dark, and the meaning he wanted to convey in his stare was also compromised, and he couldn't fully express it.

The arm across his chest moved, and Jin Lingjiu casually nodded on Pei Zhe, then grabbed his hand, and wrote stroke by stroke: Don't look, it will dirty your eyes.

Jin Lingjiu was so good at hearing, he heard those voices earlier than Pei Zhe, and he heard them more clearly and more vividly.

He knew that Pei Zhe was just sloppy on the surface, but in fact he was not what he appeared to be at all, but rather innocent.

Those voices were dirty enough, Jin Lingjiu didn't want to let Pei Zhe's eyes be stained by the unsightly pictures again.What's so interesting about that kind of thing, that kind of activity, or such irrelevant people?

Jin Lingjiu showed his strength in this aspect, and he thought in his heart that if Pei Zhe wanted to get involved in matters related to it in this life, he would have to teach him personally.

Pei Zhe blushed, pushed Jin Lingjiu's arm away, and sat up silently.

He rubbed against his chest uncomfortably, thinking of the place Jin Lingjiu touched just now, his face burned uncontrollably, and even his chest felt a little weird.

He suspected that it was a psychological effect, and tried his best to ignore the strangeness, forcing himself to think about business.

Jin Lingjiu's reaction made him confirm his guess. Pei Zhe was naturally not interested in that matter, and he didn't want to watch it, so he didn't continue what he just did.

But being close to Jin Lingjiu, with ambiguous panting sounds in his ears, Pei Zhe already had other thoughts, and under such a situation, he felt even more unbearable.

Jin Lingjiu attracts him all the time, Pei Zhexin said that he is really a person who does great things, and has strong concentration, so in this state he can control himself not to do anything to Jinling Jiu.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that it didn't occur to him that other people might have the same thoughts as him.

As the old saying goes, food and sex are also good.

The cool breeze on a spring night could not blow through the climax. It was the first time Pei Zhe listened to the corner of the wall, and it was still the corner of this lively erotic palace. He only felt a buzzing in his head, and his back was sticky with sweat.

After a while, when the panting sound finally stopped, Pei Zhe heaved a sigh of relief, moved to Jin Lingjiu's ear, and said in a breathy voice, "Can I watch it now?"

He swore that he never intended to get so close, everything was to avoid being discovered.

Being hit by the heat, Jin Ling's nine pupils shrank fiercely, and he had to distract himself from practicing his kung fu to suppress the restlessness beneath him.

He took Pei Zhe's hand, poked it viciously twice, and then wrote: It's not over yet.

As he said, the panting sound that had just stopped for a while sounded again.

Pei Zhe's face was ugly, and he obviously realized that there are so many soldiers here, how could there be so many targets for this kind of thing, I'm afraid it will take many people to share one.

It was nearly midnight, and the voice had no intention of stopping at all. Pei Zhe felt nauseous, and wrote in Jin Lingjiu's palm: How to check?

They are endless, so when will they be able to look up the information they want to know and know how the young child died?

Jin Lingjiu sighed, pulled him to his chest, pressed it against his ear, and said softly, "When we see the corpse, everything will be clear."

When the soldiers are done and things are over, there will be a dead body that is equally tragic, and then you will see what they did with the dead body, and you will be able to understand everything.

Jin Lingjiu's words have actually said the most important point. He pointed out the connection between the young children and the soldiers' ambiguous affairs/things.

Pei Zhe's hand holding his clothes tightened suddenly, his eyes trembled slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

He opened his mouth and whispered, "A child?"

In it, the person who did that with several soldiers was a child as old as the corpse in the statue?

Jin Lingjiu's answer was to pin him to his chest.

A layer of blood appeared in Pei Zhe's eyes, and anger piled up in his chest. Before he could react, his body had already moved spontaneously.

Such a young child, at the same age as Huaguduo, who is ignorant of the world, but...

He wanted to rush in and kill the beasts.

Jin Lingjiu had expected it a long time ago, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Pei Zhe's teeth chattered: "Don't stop me."

Jinling Jiu, don't stop me, I can't watch a fresh life being destroyed to death.

Jin Lingjiu's sigh was scattered in the wind, and then floated into his ears: "Do you think you can save her? Do you think...she is still alive?"

In the second half of the night, the moon hung in the sky, shining brightly, like a machete.

The knife pierced Pei Zhe's heart, and he suddenly realized that he had been ignoring one thing all along.

The love between men and women has always been something that two people can only do together, but since they came near the camp, they only heard the panting of the soldiers, and never heard the voice of another person.

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It's late, happy mid-autumn festival!

There is one more tonight!