The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

Jimo Huan quietly watched the young man's straight back, stepping forward steadily step by step, suddenly there was a touch of pain in his eyes, his left hand reached into his chest, and on his palm, a piece of jade-white and crystal-clear exquisite jade stopped silently. Resident: "Qingqing..."

So much sorrow, so much love and hate, if it is really so easy to sort out, where does it come from?The thin lips gently kissed the smooth and smooth jade. Between the decorations, two five-clawed dragons were playing in the clouds, and their necks were lingering.

"Find out everything about him tonight, and, tell the princess, don't talk too much..."

The fragility was only for a moment, and Jimo Huan's eyes melted into the bone-chilling coldness again. His wife and son, in his mouth, did not have the slightest emotional blessing.

The sorrow on Jimo Qi's face turned into a trace of profound sarcasm the moment he walked out of the room, and he walked leisurely, like a garden tour.

"Your Highness, do you want to see the princess?"

Mo Yan, the servant who heard the wind, asked cautiously, his delicate face was full of flattery.

Jimo Qi didn't change direction: "We hate each other when we meet each other, why bother!"

Facing Jimo Huan's turmoil just now in the study, all of them disappeared.

Pulling the corners of his lips, Mo Yan lowered his head, not daring to say more, thinking that he was just deaf.

After a while, he walked to his room, and Jimo Qi casually fell between his beds, his body was still a little weak, his eyes were opened blankly, looking at the carved dragon and phoenix on the top of the bed, watching The huge pearls at the four corners of the bedpost looked at the gemstones inlaid on the bed curtains on both sides, and there was a little confusion in his eyes.

"My lord, you were punished by the lord at night, and you went out to relax without taking care of the injuries on your body. Now, your forehead..."

Mo Yan's voice was uneasy. In his hands, he was holding healing medicine and bandages. His round face was wrinkled into a bun shape. It seemed that there was a certain familiar feeling.

"It's okay, I'm used to it..."

A faint voice, that is, Mo Qi's eyes were calm, and under Mo Yan's sad and sympathetic eyes, he raised his chin in a strange way: "Mo Yan, just smile..."

Mo Yan shook his head instinctively, as if he was molesting a woman from a good family, but he shuddered under the gaze of the indifferent and paranoid eyes on the opposite side.

"Hehe...haha..."

A round face like a steamed stuffed bun, fair and tender skin, and round eyes, but?No, not at all.

Jimo Qi's eyes were stained with disgust: "Smile again!"

"Ha ha……"

Mo Yan tried his best to open the corners of his mouth, and smiled hard, but he couldn't hide a trace of panic in his eyes, which was not at all the reckless splendor he had imagined.

"Crackling!"

Bottles and cans were spilled all over the floor, Jimo Qi's face was gloomy as if a storm was coming: "Get out!"

With a rough and hoarse voice, without any sense of beauty, Mo Yan trembled all over, not daring to clean up the mess on the ground, and ran out scrambling: "Wait!"

The gloom in Jimo Qi's eyes shot straight into Mo Yan's eyes: "I don't want to hear any rumors about what happened tonight!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Mo Yan hurriedly retreated in response, responding like a worm, the illusion just now was indeed an illusion, Jimo Qi got up from the bed, went to the inner study, lingering on the shelf with his slender fingers.

After a long time, he squeezed out a blue booklet with a thin skin and no words on the cover, and sipped the spring, Jimo Qi squeezed the booklet uncomfortably like holding a hot potato.

Under the water, that warm hand, above the water, that scorching heat and tingling feeling, the discomfort in the lower body, the mood of worrying about gains and losses, Jun Tianyao's strange gaze and behavior, all these formed in Jimo Qi's mind little by little. A hook made him make a choice.

Her lips were pursed tightly, her dark eyes were staring at the open booklet, her jade-white face was slightly red from the base of her ears.

Under the moonlight, the half-naked teenager put his legs together, and his palms slid on his pink things, his eyes were tightly closed, and the bed was soaked with sweat from his forehead.

"Uh-huh!"

Not enough, not enough, the body was so hot that it was about to explode, and the feeling of emptiness filled the whole body, the more he clenched his teeth, the more unbearable he became, his lips and teeth were slightly parted, and he finally spit out the groan.

"what!"

Jimo Qi's hand speeded up, and in his mind, he unconsciously thought of that white and tender little hand, and that sweet and sweet smile. In a trance, a strong electric current passed through every point of his body, a violent twitch, The waist was raised high, and a cloud of white turbidity sprayed on the thin abdomen, which was extremely beautiful.

"Hoo!" "Hoo!"

There was a beast-like panting sound from Jimo Qi's throat, and he opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the whiteness of his palm, in a daze.

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It was the 85th year of the Tianyu Dynasty, and the Murong family has been passed down for three generations. Today is the Shengde Emperor Murong Ziqing, who loves piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. With the assistant, there is the current Haiyan Qingping. Among them, the regent Jimo Huan is the most respected by the world.

With the help of the Prince Regent, the city is bustling inside and out, and the streets and alleys are full of cheers. However, the busiest place today is the number one brothel in the capital——Qihong Pavilion.