The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

"water!"

"water!"

In the middle of the night, Jun Tianyao was sleeping comfortably, but when he was in the midst of a dream, he was awakened by a hoarse voice.

"Which bastard doesn't sleep, dare to disturb me..."

The round and lovely eyes were still dazed, and in his mouth, he began to scold, didn't he know that Second Young Master Jun is the low-pressure demon king?He dared to disturb his sleep, grabbed a slippery object beside him, and was about to throw it at the imaginary bastard, but only heard a low moan, pouring out from his ear, the small earlobe, because of the hot Jun Tianyao's mind was agitated and he was completely awake. Turning around, he saw the young man's slightly frowning brows, dry and cracked lips, and even though it was still sparkling, blurry and silly. Stupidly, he stared at the person blankly, but his eyes already had a little focus.

Jun Tianyao's first reaction was to stare blankly, looking up at the two slender hands that were imprisoned above his head, the wrists were bleeding out due to unconscious struggles, he always thought he was unrestrained and unrestrained. In layman's terms, Jun Tianyao, who has a certain thickness of skin, for the first time, with a bang, his whole face turned red.

Does this count as being caught?He originally planned to untie it early tomorrow morning.

"Qi, Brother Qi, wait a minute, I'll go get you some water now..."

As soon as he was nervous, Jun Tianyao automatically entered the acting mode, his words were like jumping beans, he finished speaking suddenly, and ran away without a trace without waiting for Jimo Qi to speak.

"Don't, don't go!"

The blurred eyes, staring at the naked little body that is gradually going away, Jimo Qi's eyes, gradually faded away, and became a little darker.

After struggling with both hands and raising his head, he found the familiar belt on his wrist, which bound him freely. It was clearly his own belt. When he lowered his head, what he saw was his half-naked body. Jimo Qi let out a soft breath when he was wearing the obscene pants.

As soon as he moved his body, the prostrate person changed to lying down. When the wound behind him touched the rough sand, it hurt so badly. His forehead was stained with traces of sweat, but he didn't make a sound.

The hands slipped from the top of the head, the waist exerted strength, and the slender body sat up, and raised the tightly bound hands to the front of the eyes, the lips parted slightly, showing the white teeth, and gently approached the dead knot, The fire was shining, and there were bloodstains on it, but, what was more eye-catching, were two sets of clothes drying beside the fire, a black one, which was torn to pieces, and a gray one, which itself was The two sets of clothes are in tatters, put together, the wind blows, the black sleeves are occasionally knocked down on the gray clothes, Jimo Qi's movements froze.

Tilting his head, looking at the deserted jungle, pricking up his ears, he couldn't hear anything except the wind, Jun Tianyao's footsteps, and Jun Tianyao's sweet laughter. A piece of flat land, as dead and silent as a tomb.

Sitting upright with legs together and knees bent, Jimo Qi didn't try to break free from the cloth belt, and quietly stared at the direction where Jun Tianyao disappeared, her cheeks unconsciously stained with a light pink.

Jimo Qi let the colorful fireworks dance and dance in his eyes.

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With the rustling leaves trembling, and the sound of trampling footsteps, Jimo Qi tried his best to raise something that seemed to be a smile. Freezing his frozen fingers, he turned his head.

That somewhat tangled smile dissipated into the night sky little by little. The wind picked up and wrinkled a pool of spring water, and after that, the wind disappeared without a trace. This is the law of reality.

Jimo Qi's face was cold and tough, and with a slight effort in his hands, the expensive belt was broken inch by inch.

The scratches on his wrists were even heavier, and the skin had already been worn out. He just casually brushed off the blades of grass on the silk pants, and stood up comfortably.

With his hands behind his back, facing a group of men in black who were kneeling on one knee and respectfully saluting him, Jimo Qi's eyes were cold with ice.

Raising his feet, among the crowd who bowed their heads respectfully, a tall and strong young man stood up: "His Royal Highness, please let your subordinates take care of you and wash up..."

Following Commander Qi's gaze, Jimo Qi looked at his current outfit, dirty white silk trousers, one boot missing, snow-white cotton socks covered with grass leaves, his upper body was torn, obviously torn maliciously Under the clothes, there was a strange flash of light in his eyes.

"Thank you..."

Pursing his lips, Jimo Qi's head was held high, allowing the tall and strong man to kneel down, take off his socks and change his boots, and didn't bother to ask him how he was so well prepared. As a subordinate who was deeply trusted by his father, Always able to do what others can't, Jimo Qi pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, hiding the shadow.