The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

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The remaining three people in the courtyard looked at each other in dismay, Chu Yuan was still being hit on the acupuncture points, he stiffened his body and said to the two people: "Should you... you should untie it for me?"

"Untie it?" Mo Song looked surprised, "Who gave you this illusion?"

He walked around Chu Yuan a few times and looked at him with horror.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Mo Song smiled, and ran outside with the people on his shoulders. Liu Yihan followed him helplessly. Finally, he saw Mo Song put the fixed Chu Yuan at the gate outside the mansion, clapped his hands, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Just stay here and guard the gate overnight, and when your acupoints are untied, you can go."

The corner of Chu Yuan's mouth twitched.

"What if someone takes me away?"

Mo Song thought about it, and ran back to the mansion, and walked out after a while, holding a piece of paper in his hand, on which was written:

The Liu family raises them and does not sell them.

He stuck the paper squarely on Chu Yuan's chest. After pasting it, he checked carefully to see if it was stuck right. Finally, he put his waist in his hand and commented: "Perfect!"

Chu Yuan frowned: "What did you post for me?"

"Nature is what keeps you from being moved by people who don't have eyes."

Liu Yihan walked over to take a look, and also clenched his fists and gave a low laugh.

"Really good."

Most of the people in this city, the ruffians and hooligans, knew about Liu Yihan, and they couldn't afford to offend Liu's mansion, so they knew they had to take a detour after posting this.

"What the hell did you post for me? Hey, don't go! Come back!"

Chu Yuan stared, and could only look sideways, watching Mo Song happily jump into the door from the corner of his eye, and Liu Yihan slamming the door shut.

The night was cold and bleak, and Chu Yuan was dressed in white clothes flying around like a ghost. In addition, his face was ashen. When the watchman saw him, his pupils shrank in fright, and he screamed loudly, "Ghost!", and then ran away like a shit.

Mo Song laughed loudly when he heard it in the mansion, "Let him blow the cold wind outside all night, let him be a demon when he has nothing to do."

Then suddenly remembered that there was a person behind him, stopped, looked at him for a while and said, "Aren't you going back?"

"Where are you going?" Liu Yihan asked.

"Princess Lianhua came to look for you alone, and you left her alone, isn't it kind?"

Liu Yihan was stunned, "You want me to go find her?"

Seeing Liu Yihan's eyes darken, Mo Song shut his mouth in a very tactful manner.

In the end, he walked towards his room silently, just as he was about to close the door, he pressed a hand on the door to stop his movement, Mo Song raised his eyes and bumped into Liu Yihan's deep eyes.

"Let go!"

Mo Song pushed but didn't push, just about to lift his foot to kick him, Liu Yihan took him one step ahead and hugged him and kissed him.

The heavy breathing was overwhelmingly accompanied by the extremely familiar breath, and Mo Song's brain went blank for a moment, and then he reacted belatedly:

This person seems to be eating my tofu? !

Before he had time to hit the man's head with his fist, Liu Yihan lifted his head from his neck.

The breathing has not yet subsided, but the eyes are exceptionally clear.

He looked at Mo Song seriously.

"Do you want me to treat her like this too?"

"..."

"Or more, not just kissing her, I will treat her like I did to you that night, lingering, skin-to-skin, let her cry under me like you, I will coax her over and over again, over and over again *Into* her body, is that what you want to see?"

Liu Yihan took a deep breath.

"As long as you say you want, I will leave now."

Mo Song frowned, watching him unable to speak for some reason.

Finally, he pursed his lips and said, "You don't need to tell me about this kind of thing..."

"No need?" Liu Yihan seemed to be hurt by his words, as if what you cared about was worthless to him, he laughed at himself, "It's really not necessary, because you don't care, let me be confused, you just Watching the fire from the other side, watching from the sidelines with cold eyes.”

Liu Yihan got up and pushed the door out, before leaving, he said in a deep voice:

"Except for Ji Qinglin, you don't care about anyone else."

Just when Mo Song wanted to say you fart, Liu Yihan had already left.

He couldn't help thinking about Liu Yihan's words over and over again, and asked himself, does he care?

He regards Liu Yihan as a friend, so he naturally cares, but how deeply does he care?

he does not know.

As for feelings, he is like looking through a fog, vaguely, trying to see clearly but always unable to see clearly.

What's more, the matter of Old General Liu was like a huge rock weighing on his heart. If Liu Yihan really wanted to turn against Ji Qinglin, there was no doubt that he would help Ji Qinglin.

He doesn't even like Ji Qinglin, so he shouldn't even like Liu Yihan, right?

Feeling that there was nothing wrong with this logic, he lay down under the quilt, feeling that there was a place in his heart that was blocked and uncomfortable, so he didn't go into it further.

He planned to go to the prince tomorrow to ask those people who were buried at the bottom of the pit, maybe the prince had his own reasons?

The next day, Ji Qinglin rarely woke up earlier than Si Ruochen. He reached out and touched his side face, stared at his closed eyes, his heart trembled for no reason, and he breathed a sigh of relief until he felt his breath. .

The system complained about his operation: [He won't die now, he will have to wait two days later. 】

Ji Qinglin frowned dissatisfied: [I worked so hard yesterday, but the love value didn't increase at all? 】

The system was a little silent, and finally spoke.

[It also lost two points, and now it is minus two. 】

Ji Qinglin: […]

He looked at the sleeping Si Ruochen again, frowned, and finally sighed helplessly.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Ji Qinglin was so angry that he wanted to slap him, and finally looked away at that monstrous face, forget it, it's a pity to break it.

Si Ruochen's black hair was spread on the head of the bed, covering his fair skin. Black and white were distinct, making the red plum-like hickey marks extraordinarily beautiful. Half of his face was buried in the pillow, and the other half of his face was exposed. There were tear stains on her face, which made her look extremely aggrieved.

Ji Qinglin's movement seemed to disturb him, he frowned his pretty eyebrows, twisted into a Sichuan character, opened and closed his red and swollen lips bitten by Ji Qinglin, and murmured out a name:

"Master..."

Ji Qinglin's heart was inexplicably soft, he leaned over and stroked his head, and said softly, "I'm here."

Si Ruochen seemed to have heard his voice, as if grasping at a straw, he said sadly:

"Someone bullied me."

"..." Ji Qinglin's hands froze.

From Si Ruochen's point of view, he was forced and bullied by someone he didn't know last night.

In his memory, the person in front of him not only stole the identity of his beloved, but also occupied him like a robber.

Ji Qinglin took a deep breath.

"Okay, I won't bully you in the future."

He hugged him, thinking sadly, some people are close at hand, but far away from each other. Even a negative distance can't make two hearts get closer to each other.

Ji Qinglin closed the door and began to seriously think about how to make Si Ruochen like him.

After rebirth, he never seemed to need to think about this issue. As long as he stood there, Si Ruochen liked him so much that he couldn't help himself.

He won all his love, all his attention, without doing anything.

So, when Si Ruochen couldn't recognize him anymore, he couldn't help but ask himself, what exactly does he like about me?

Ji Qinglin couldn't figure it out, and only Si Ruochen knew the answer.

Seeing him in a daze, the system remembered that this guy was able to do such a coquettish operation in his previous life, marrying his sweetheart's sweetheart, and expecting him to please others would probably only backfire as he did last night.

So he suggested: [Didn't it say that if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach?Host, you see how happy he was when you cooked porridge for the protagonist in Qianji Pavilion, why don't you cook it for him again before he wakes up? 】

Ji Qinglin nodded, feeling that what the system said sounded very reasonable.

[Go, go to the kitchen. 】

Si Ruochen has cooked for him so many times in the past, and he really should cook for him once.

Mo Song had eaten breakfast since he got up, and he hadn't seen Liu Yihan come to him all morning, thinking that this person must be really angry.

He didn't seem to say anything too much...

Walking to Ji Qinglin's yard, thinking that while Liu Yihan was away, he would talk to him about the corpses buried in the pit.

As a result, before he entered the courtyard, he was startled by the black smoke rising into the sky. He paused for a while before rushing towards the source of the black smoke, and shouted in shock:

"Damn it, it's on fire!"

When he saw Ji Qinglin flying out of the kitchen with lightness kung fu, he was really shocked. He stared blankly at Ji Qinglin with a depressed face, ran over and asked:

"My lord, what kind of poison did you study early in the morning?"

The corner of Ji Qinglin's mouth twitched.

"I'm cooking porridge!"

He frowned and murmured, "It's clear that it was the same way last time, that's right, why did it explode?"

The system is also very puzzled: [The data shows that cooking porridge is such a step, where is the problem? 】

Instead, Mo Song looked at Ji Qinglin suspiciously and asked, "My lord, you got up early today? Cooking porridge is a waste of time."

"It's not early, I haven't woken up for long." Ji Qinglin frowned, "I know it takes time to cook porridge, but I want it to cook faster, so I sealed it with internal force, and I don't know why it exploded."

Mo Song: "..."

He sighed and said, "There is no rush to make porridge, you have to take your time."

A few people simply changed the kitchen, and Ji Qinglin followed the previous steps to complete one by one. This time, he patiently stood aside, watching the small jar gurgle, and waited slowly.

Mo Song took this opportunity to ask him:

"My lord, do you still remember the battle with Xiyong here?"

Ji Qinglin was slightly stunned, and said:

"I remembered."

He said remembered, not remembered.

Because he had indeed forgotten it before, and now he just remembered such a thing, but it hurt his head at the time, and he had been lying in the mansion for more than two months, so he really couldn't remember clearly.

"But I don't remember everything." He looked at Mo Song, "Why are you asking this?"

Suddenly remembering that Mo Song ran away suddenly and released all the news that he had murdered everyone, he knew what he wanted to ask.

"Do you want to know if I killed so many people back then?" Ji Qinglin said seriously when he saw Mo Song raised his eyes and his breath tightened, "It's true."

Mo Song's heart sank.

"Why do this?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Ji Qinglin's eyes, and he opened his mouth while carefully pouring the porridge into a bowl.

"Forgot, it hurt my brain at the time, but I think I should have done nothing wrong."

This feeling is subconscious, he doesn't know if Mo Song will believe it, anyway, it sounds absurd to him.

As a result, Mo Song said, "I believe in you."

Ji Qinglin smiled.

Mo Song frowned, and finally said the last sentence.

"My lord, if Liu Yihan becomes an enemy with you, can you... spare his life?"

Ji Qinglin remained silent for a long time, and the laughing voice reached Mo Song's ears after he walked out of the room.

"Since you have asked, I shall answer you."

Ji Qinglin pushed open the door and saw that Si Ruochen had woken up, but his face was rather ugly.

Ji Qinglin walked over and put the porridge in front of him, and said softly:

"In the past, you cooked porridge for me, and today I cook it for you too, try it?"

Ji Qinglin's hand was extra steady, fearing that the little bastard would be overturned by him suddenly, but unexpectedly, Si Ruochen just looked at him, picked up the bowl obediently, and finished the porridge little by little.

Ji Qinglin was thinking happily that he finally recognized himself?Seeing that Si Ruochen closed his eyes and didn't know what he was doing, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Si Ruochen's tone was relieved and a little happy.

"I'm waiting for the poison to come out. Didn't you poison me? Last night you almost finished your life. You should send me home today, right?"

"........."