"So... The owner is jealous at all... Very vinegar bucket master! Qingjiang laughed and didn't notice his master's excessively "bright" smile, until his hands were grabbed and turned back, and Dacha realized that something was wrong, and he looked up to meet the master's smiling eyes.

Although the owner is smiling, how can that smile look like... Up to no good. "Master?" Qingjiang was stunned.

"I said it when I first got married in Honmaru, and I'll try to be fair to you." Fa Yanbo didn't know where to conjure up a bundle of thin red hemp rope stained with oil, slowly tied it around Qingjiang's wrist, and tied it back around his neck and tied a knot.

"It's been a long time since we've played bondage, right?"

"No, don't...", his eyes widened and Qing Jiang struggled desperately as he was pressed against the mattress.

The last time they played bondage, they completely played out the master's SM soul, and he died of orgasmic shock and fainted, and was woken up by the master's hand and continued to play, and the bondage and leather whip made him all night, and even bleeding at the end. The next day, he couldn't get up at all and could only fall asleep in the master's bed, and when he woke up, his whole body hurt, and he wanted to cosplay plants to be a vegetative person. Generally, after playing SM, the pain is flesh and skin, whiplashes, lacerations or something, but the owner's strength control is very good, his skin and flesh don't hurt much, the pain is the muscles and bones, or the kind of pain that hurts the muscles and bones, this is too stimulated, and the side effects are big! The point is that he has a mission tomorrow, and he can't go out with this body!

"Hmm... I haven't tied it for too long, I've forgotten a little..."Turning Qingjiang over, the big bony hand with the cocoon slowly rubbed on Qingjiang's body, the coarse callus rubbed the skin, and Qingjiang shook vigorously.

"I... I promise not to say it... I will never tell the Third Hall of the Sect..."Qingjiang is still struggling with the last trapped beast.

The master chuckled and ignored him, and the rough rope tied his heart tightly and tied it in knots one after another, and then went around his back and stretched his hips, he couldn't stand it, so he could only try to stand on tiptoe to stabilize his body.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow... Uh-huh... I have a mission..."The golden red eyes were watery, "Master... I... I was wrong... Don't punish me... All right? ”

"Huh, has Qingjiang heard a word?" He leaned into Qingjiang's ear and whispered, "Disaster comes from the mouth." ”

The night was deep, the night of the Ming Realm was very quiet, and at this time it was already silent, and the Yan family, including Shikami, was already asleep. Shuzhumaru closed the Lotus Sutra, which had been recited more than a dozen times in the evening, and the white smoke in the incense burner in front of him was rising but somewhat intermittently, and the sandalwood that had been burned all night was about to burn out again.

He rarely took a vacation, he had been in the army for a week, and he should have had a good rest when he came home from vacation, but he couldn't sleep at all, and he was inexplicably flustered. Ben and the master said that they would go home together in the afternoon, but halfway the master was called by Mingjun to go to the human world to go out of the task, before leaving, the master smiled and said that it was just a small task to let him relax, and he wanted to wash the mandarin duck bath that had not been washed for a long time, but he didn't see the master go home until midnight.

Shuzhumaru didn't know what Zongsan and Qingjiang thought, but he couldn't sleep and was very worried.

They all understand the master's force, as the former chief of the Mingjun Palace, the master's force value is very high, and it can almost be said that it is a trump card in the hand of Mingjun, and with the master's ability, it will not be able to deal with it until late at night, which shows the trickiness of the other party.

Fingers caress the scriptures, even if he has recited them dozens of times, he can't soothe his uneasy heart, the cover of the scriptures The Buddha lowered his eyes as always and looked at the world with compassion and mercy, and the Dharma that should have reassured him the most had little effect in this situation, so he simply closed the scriptures with a number of beads, and his inner irritability was not reduced at all.

Before leaving the army, he had to return the token, and the residents of the Ming Realm could not come and go to the other world without permission, and he was an ordinary Ming Realm person after his post, not a sword guard with a special identity, and he could not enter and exit the human world at will without a token, so there was no way to steal the human realm to help the master or check the situation, and he did not dare to call at will for fear of distracting the master, which made Shuzhu Maru a little upset and very uneasy.

I opened the Bingxin jade pot incense burner given by the master and wanted to renew some sandalwood, and the formation set up at home was touched at this time, and Shuzhumaru shook his fingers holding the lid of the incense burner, is the master back?

Shuzhumaru pushed open the paper door, at 2:45 in the middle of the night, the rooms on the left and right sides were dark and silent, Qingjiang and Zong San should have already slept, but the master's originally dark room was lit with a faint light, indeed, it was the master who came back.

A thick smell of blood spread through the corridor, and by the faint nightlight under the corridor, he saw blood dripping on the wooden floor. The blood spot is not big, it looks like it dripped all the way into the house from the gate, Shuzhumaru frowned, the master has not been injured for a long time on the mission, and the injury will not be treated without letting the injury drip blood like this, even if the owner is too lazy to deal with it, he will be afraid that they will worry, so he usually takes care of it before returning home from the mission, whether it is a bandage or a good man to help treat it, at least it will not let them see the bloody picture.

What's going on with the bloodstains along the way today?

Chanting a spell to summon Shikigami to clean the floor, Shujumaru opened the door of the master bedroom lightly, and a tall black figure appeared in front of him. Glancing at him, Fa Yanbo silently dismantled the torn black armor on his body, the breastplate and shoulder armor were shattered when touched, the flesh and blood under the armor were blurred, and the injuries were quite heavy.

"Master!" Shuzhumaru exclaimed, and quickly closed the door of the room to help.

In the past, as long as he saw him, the people who came up to hug him and teased him did not say a word at the moment, let him remove his broken and blood-stained armor, sit silently on the futon, and bring him water to help him wipe the bloodstains, fiddle with his wounds, and think about things by himself.

Long eyelashes blinked, the master was tired and in a bad mood today, he could see that Shuzhu Pill was not a noisy person, the master didn't speak, so he did his own thing quietly, cleaning, smearing, and bandaging, just like when the master helped them with the medicine when they entered the room. Several knife wounds are deep and visible to the bones, burns and lacerations are distributed in various places on the owner's body, and the flesh and blood are blurred, Shuzhumaru held his forearm in distress and wiped the blood with a towel, as much as possible to lighten his hands, for fear of hurting the scarred and tired person in front of him.

The blood-stained towel gradually dyed red The basin of water that Shuzhu Pill held, the atmosphere in the room was solemn and depressing, and finally helped the master clean up the medicine, Shuzhu Pill wiped the sweat beads from his forehead, and was about to take the basin of blood and water to pour it out, the owner who had been silent and let him move grabbed his hand, and asked him a word.

"Zhuzhu, do you hate me?" "Huh?" What is this strange problem? Shuzhumaru was dumbfounded.

"Hate me... Obstructing your Buddha path and dragging you down to the earth? ”