Chapter Twenty-Seven: Addicted, Isn't It!?

I don't know when it began, my consciousness gradually blurred, the candle flame flickered, and the consciousness that was gradually lost was beating.

By the time Zhen Xi finally opened his eyes, it was already afternoon......

Dye Mo still didn't know where to go, and in this cold dormitory, only Zhen Xi was left, inexplicably a little lonely.

Zhen Xi woke up silently, looking around with empty eyes, and the pain in her body forced her to come back to her senses.

"Dye ink, your uncle, you really ran away after sleeping, didn't you? ”

Zhen Xi covered her head, as if she was extremely tired, she pulled the quilt on her body, and then looked at her ankle with the chain, and fell into deep thought......

Why did it become like this, it seems...... Dyemo's obsession with Zhen Xi seems to be beyond Zhen Xi's imagination.

"Grass, how did it become like this. Zhen Xi felt extremely irritable: "Just the degree of perversion of this person...... I'm not really going to die here......

Zhen Xi thought about it, and couldn't help but feel a little miserable, could this be the end of the female supporting role?

Zhen Xi reluctantly got up and tugged at the chain on his ankle.

Although the chain was smooth, it still ground Zhen Xi's ankle into a red mark.

Zhen Xi looked at the large and small scars on his body, and scolded from the bottom of his heart again: "Dyed ink, it's simply not human......!" If he dares to come back, I will definitely let him taste my aunt's skillful cutting off of children and grandchildren!"

Zhen Xi sighed silently as he spoke: "What's the matter, I also want to marry him with joy, why is it like this." ”

As Zhen Xi was talking, the door of the dormitory was suddenly opened, and the warm sunlight entered the dormitory in an instant, but it couldn't reach Zhen Xi's face.

I saw Dye Mo step by step, calmly walking into the dormitory, followed by two guards, the guards carried a woman with loose hair, and came to Zhen Xi.

The woman was covered with whip marks, as if she had been tortured, she lowered her head, her hair covered her face, Zhen Xi only felt that she was a little familiar, but she didn't dare to recognize her.

Dye Mo looked at Zhen Xi gently, he sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Zhen Xi's hair, and said dotingly: "I woke up so soon, I thought you were going to sleep until night." ”

This sounds extremely sweet, but at this moment, it really makes Zhen Xi feel extremely cold.

The woman in front of her seemed to be stunned for a moment, she slowly raised her head, her fair face was full of surprise, and when the two looked at each other, Zhen Xi saw it clearly......

It's Qin Miao!

How could it be...... How could Qin Miao become like this.

As soon as Qin Miaofang saw the person on the bed, he began to yell: "You...... Dog King! You still captured your master! You beast! What did you do to your master!?"

Qin Miao began to scream frantically, she was like a madman at the moment, struggling desperately, but she was pressed to death by the two guards.

"I'm going to catch her?haha, I can't catch her......" Dye Mo pulled Zhen Xi's shoulder and said with a smile: "It's her who came back by herself...... Qin Miao, compared to your self-righteous dedication, your master still thinks ...... Like me more. ”

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! No way!" Qin Miao said, tears crisscrossing her cheeks.

It's messed up, everything is messed up!

Qin Miao shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be hurt!

"Ink dyeing...... Do you know what you're doing......" Zhen Xi looked at Dye Mo in horror, and Dye Mo just smiled indifferently.

"Of course I know what I'm doing, but you, really haven't you ever known what your slave thinks of you?"

Dye Mo said, pulled Zhen Xi over, and kissed her lips directly, right in front of Qin Miao, so profound, so deep that Zhen Xi couldn't breathe.

Qin Miao's eyes widened instantly, her pupils were like an earthquake, she seemed to be greatly humiliated, and shouted: "Dye ink! You dog, stay away from the master! You still want to get the master, do you ask yourself if you are worthy?!

Zhen Xi was stunned for a moment, Dye Mo chuckled and left Zhen Xi, and said, "Don't you know, you maid, she likes you and wants to kiss you, how about it, isn't it interesting......

"It's not...... This can't be!" Zhen Xi simply denied.

Qin Miao is the heroine, she should fall in love with dyeing ink at first sight......

Zhen Xi thought about it, and suddenly thought of something: No, I disrupted the plot, because ...... It was I who fished Qin Miao out of hard labor...... So...... Qin Miao really ...... Like me?

Zhen Xi simply straightened out the plot, but she was still a little puzzled, she looked at Qin Miao.

Qin Miao was covered in injuries, but her eyes were still staring at Zhen Xi very hotly.

Zhen Xi swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "Does he ...... Is he telling the truth? Do you like it...... Me?"

Qin Miao didn't speak, just was silent, for Zhen Xi, this silence was already the most definite answer......

Damn, that's true.

What a shocking news!

But no matter what, Qin Miao couldn't be allowed to suffer like this.

Zhen Xi looked at the dyed ink and pleaded: "Dye the ink, I'...... I'm back now, too, you...... Don't embarrass Qin Miao, I beg you. ”

Dye Mo raised his eyebrows, showed a wicked smile, and said, "Zhen Xi, didn't I teach you last night...... How can I beg me?"

"You...... Dye ink, Qin Miao is still there, don't deceive people too much. ”

"Is this too much of a deception?" Dye Mo smiled and approached Zhen Xi again: "Then what is the name of what I am going to do next?"

Zhen Xi was a little panicked, she desperately wrapped herself in the quilt: "What are you doing? Qin Miao is still here, get out!"

You know, that dress was torn by him yesterday!

"Heh, even if the other party is a woman, I won't allow you to give ......her a little bit of a look from me," Dye Mo said, pulling Zhen Xi's hair and pulling Zhen Xi's head to his side hard: "Zhen Xi, you don't really have any thoughts about this." ”

"You...... What nonsense are you talking about?!" Zhen Xi pulled his hair in the opposite direction with his hand: "Let go of me!

Qin Miao had been cursing helplessly and dying ink, and in the end, he really had no strength, so he could only bow his head silently.

Dye Mo pulled Zhen Xi's hair, but his smile was with a hint of weird tenderness: "Zhen Xi, I know you love me, you love me until you go crazy and then run back, right, I can tell you now, I am also ......"

Saying that, he actually began to hand over Zhen Xi, in broad daylight! and...... It was right in front of Qin Miao.

The string of wicked bells on his ankles kept ringing, Zhen Xi looked at Dye Mo in fear, and said loudly: "Dye Mo! You madman! Are you crazy, let go of me!"

"Dye the ink, get out, let go of me, you ......"

Zhen Xi said weakly, and his tone gradually changed from cursing to pleading.

"Dye ink, I beg you, let me go, at least...... Don't be in front of Qin Miao anymore, I beg you......"

"Dye the ink, stop and ......"

Zhen Xi said, these soft words seemed to be very useful for dyeing ink, he smiled at Zhen Xi, and said, "For the sake of you about to cry, I can let you go, but ...... You have to prove to me that you have no idea about the maidservant......"

Zhen Xi pushed away the dyed ink and said, "I'...... How could I have an idea about a maidservant!? and, this ...... How can this be proven?"

"I don't care, you just have to prove it to me, otherwise the consequences will ...... You know. ”

Dye Mo's words were full of threats, Zhen Xi frowned, Dye Mo had never had much patience, he curled Zhen Xi's hair around his fingertips little by little, it seemed that if he dragged on for another second, he would change his mind.

I don't know if it's an illusion, although the current ink dyeing is still very annoying, it doesn't seem to be as aggressive as last night.

Zhen Xi took a deep breath, then looked at Qin Miao and said, "Then ...... Let Qin Miao become a nun and send it to Wushan Qiuyu Temple......"

"Hey, do you still know about Wushan Qiuyu Temple?" Dye Mo looked at Zhen Xi with some surprise.

Zhen Xi laughed dryly, of course she knew that it was a place for the heroine to hone her body and mind...... Send her there, hoping to start a new story.

Although this plot can't be deviated any longer, Zhen Xi still hopes to pull it back a little.

Dye Mo raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said, "Did you all hear what she said, you can send Qin Miao to become a monk." ”

"What......" Qin Miao didn't seem to react yet, she looked at Zhen Xi in a daze: "Master...... You...... Do you really want me to lose my hair and become a nun...... How can you be like this, you know that I ......"

"Qin Miao!" Zhen Xi looked at her and frowned: "This relationship shouldn't exist in the first place, you go there...... Calm down. ”

Zhen Xi said, she watched Qin Miao's expression become desperate little by little.

Go ahead.

Wu Zetian went to the temple and came out to be the empress.

You are the heroine, this may be your life......

The two guards carried Qin Miao out, and then he looked at Zhen Xi with a straight face, he just looked at it for a while, and suddenly smiled.

Dye Mo lay on his back on the couch.

"You really don't know about the escape?" asked Dye Mo.

Zhen Xi frowned, and Dyed Mo explained with a smile: "You were 'tortured' last night, but you were all recruited, have you forgotten?"

Last night?

Last night, Zhen Xi only felt that he was lucky to be alive, and he still remembered what he said in a panic.

But it seems that I am in the midst of a hundred 'busy', so I still explained a little.

"Yes, now you know that you misunderstood me, and I don't accept your apology. Zhen Xi said, she found that after the storm, she was still very optimistic.

Dye Mo pulled Zhen Xi into his arms and said, "Apologize, why should I apologize?"

"You...... Okay, okay, you're the prince, you don't have to apologize, but since you know that it's not me who wants to escape, you should let me go. ”

The corners of his ink-stained lips once again hooked up a wicked smile: "Let me let you go?" Okay, beg me......"

Tsk, it's still addictive, isn't it?!