"Hmm!!" The hand pressed hard against the temple, and the embroidered heart frowned painfully.

The body is sour and numb, and I can't use my strength.

"Woke up ???"

A hard male voice came from overhead, and the unfamiliar smell and sound alerted Xiuxin, and his praise for her surprised her even more.

Ignoring the physical discomfort, he jumped up from the bed and grabbed the man's throat.

"Say, how did you stun me???" When the two looked at each other, Xiuxin's breath stagnated: "Drunk breeze??? ”

Oops, it turned out to be this plague god.

"How did you stun ????"

Drunk Qingfeng evoked a wicked smile, and with a little force, he pressed the other party under him, stretched out his tongue and licked her chin viciously, and whispered: "Maybe this king can consider stuning you now......"

"How dare you !!" Xiuxin's beautiful eyes widened and glared at each other.

She changed her appearance this time, but she only used disguise powder, and the disguise powder melted when it met water.

She thought it would just take a bath, it wouldn't take long, and the lake was inaccessible, so there was no need to worry at all, but she didn't expect to be captured by this good-woman man.

"Haha!!"

Drunk Qingfeng raised his head and smiled, lifted the thin quilt on her body, and let the delicate figure be exposed in the air: "You really think that this king will be afraid of your little Cloud Turning Pavilion??? The rain is not within the scope of the king's power, but in Mobei, the king can do whatever he wants!! ”

The woman is dressed as a man, and she is also disguised, and all kinds of hidden weapons on her body have silently explained her identity.

It seems that the other Oiran of the Butterfly Dance Pavilion are also very likely to be the protectors of the Cloud Turning Pavilion!!

"You ......" embroidered her heart, her hands tightly protecting her naked body.

Yes, this is his territory, not to mention that she is such a small protector of the Cloud Turning Pavilion, even King Jun is polite to him.

"You say, if this king tells the world that the protector of the Cloud Turning Pavilion is actually the Oiran of the Butterfly Dance Pavilion, what will happen???

The big hand caress wantonly-touching the silky skin like brocade, and the drunken breeze eyes swirl around her, and the anger in his eyes is stronger than lust.

"......" Xiuxin bit her lower lip tightly and tilted her head to say nothing.

She doesn't have a secret weapon now, so it can be said that she is powerless, and she must not disobey him, otherwise there may be a great change in the Cloud Turning Pavilion.

After all, over the years, several of them have offended many people in the rivers and lakes.

"I heard that the Butterfly Dance Pavilion is glamorous and charming, and she is even more enthusiastic on the bed, making people want to be immortal - desire - death, why, now she still looks like a chaste martyr???"

Seeing that she didn't speak, she twisted her head away and refused to look at him, and she was even more drunk and angry, and grabbed her jaw hard, forcing her to look directly at him, and said evilly: "What??? Is it because the king didn't pay??? ”

"What do you want??? Xiuxin really couldn't stand it, every minute lying on this bed was torment for her.

"Wang, the county lord of Yunyi from the Moyuan Kingdom has asked to send someone to help her find a lost guard!!"

Suddenly, a message from the guards came from outside the tent.

"Heh, your county lord is looking for you!!"

Letting go of the hand that was holding her, the drunken breeze stepped out of the tent in a few steps, and I didn't know what to say to the guard who came to report, and the guard quickly left in a hurry.

After a while, he walked back again.

"Didn't you just ask the king what he wanted???

Drunk Qingfeng walked in, holding a soldering iron the size of a thumbnail in his hand. The black-red smoky iron stuck to her cold skin in the next second.

"Uh......"

Scratching the edge of the bed with his bare hands, Xiuxin's face was pale, biting his lower lip tightly, beads of sweat and blood continued to bubble out, and his mouth was filled with an unpleasant smell of rust.

"It is worthy of being the hand of the protector of the law, and he can endure !!" Drunken Qingfeng showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Three years ago, he went to Yudu, the Butterfly Dance Pavilion had just opened, and the fifteen-year-old embroidered heart was auctioned as a commodity for the right to enter the first night.

At that time, he was attracted to her and wanted to take a picture of her, but he lost by a thousand taels because of the lack of silver taels on his body.

Later, he also bid again, and after failing, he heard from a friend that the embroidered heart's bed - on - the skill - the husband is extremely superb.

He thought she was a Qinglian who had strayed into the dust, but he didn't expect that she was a shameless slut.

What he can't tolerate the most is that he has this in his heart, and the more he listens to those rumors, the more he can't let go.

The blood on ......'s lips slid down, and the heartache on her shoulders made her speechless.

"Hoo !!"

Throwing away the soldering iron, the drunken breeze gently put his qi on the flesh and blood blurred shoulder, looking at the unclear word "wind", with a faint smile in his eyes: "This king branded the name of this king on you, which destroys the beauty, I don't know if it will affect your business in the future??? ”

"This girl sells kung fu, not skins!! Hiss——!!! ”

As soon as Xiuxin finished rebutting, there was an immediate heart-piercing pain from the imprint on her arm.

"Then let this king try your kung fu, if you are good, you will be rewarded with a large amount of silver!!" Drunk breeze said. Pressed hard against her.