Walking into the bathroom quickly, An Yang lifted his clothes and glanced at the scarred back, "The wound on this body heals a little fast." ”

Thinking of the sound she had heard earlier at the bottom of the cliff, she understood after a little thought.

[System: Yes drop.] Bai Lingshan was cultivated as a mermaid warrior, and the special physique he possessed was that the wound was repaired quickly, and the endurance was terrible. 】

[Anyang: ...... Such a physique is outrageous when it comes out as an undercover agent, and it is easy for people to see the flaws. 】

[System: So she hung up early.] 】

[Anyang: ...... You don't have to say that. 】

An Yang took off his clothes and glanced at the figure reflected in the mirror. The corners of the eyes on the cold and Zhuoran's face are slightly upturned, the nose is small, and a pair of thin lips are slightly pursed, and the indifferent look looks unkind. Coupled with the dark blue and black eyes, it invisibly reveals a murderous aura, which is intimidating.

[Anyang: Beauty is beautiful, that is, the valley that makes people have no impulse. 】

[System: ......] is serious about the world, and it suddenly has a bad feeling, and its host has returned to its nature.

Thinking of Chen Zhaoheng's methods in this world, the system shuddered.

Pretending to hastily smear the medicine on his back, Anyang turned over and lay on the bed.

As a third-level bodyguard in Chen Zhaoheng's group, An Yang was not qualified to follow him, but the place he came to this time was more special.

Thinking that there was still a tough battle to fight tomorrow, An Yang decisively closed his eyes and chose to sleep.

"Squeak......

On the third floor of the silent castle, the decaying wooden doors were pushed open. A body wrapped in a bath towel, legs trembling, walked in step by step.

"King, let me serve you."

The woman in a dress during the day spoke desperately, her voice carrying irrepressible fear.

Chen Zhaoheng sat cross-legged on a retro chair in blue velvet, his baggy bathrobe hanging on his body, and the looming mermaid line stretched up his beautiful muscle lines because of his raised legs.

The woman obviously didn't expect that when she came in, she saw the blood-pumping scene in front of her, her whole face was on fire, and her previous fear disappeared.

Chen Zhaoheng raised his eyes lazily, and in silence, the woman boldly unbuttoned the bathrobe, exposing this beautiful keto body in front of him.

"Wang ......"

Kneeling on the floor, she slowly crawled in the direction of Chen Zhaoheng like a humble servant.

"Huh."

A sarcastic chuckle came, and before the woman could react, Chen Zhaoheng got up and walked slowly to her.

Half-crouched, his bony palms grabbed her jaw.

Those deep black eyes were condensed ice cubes under their eyes, and people couldn't see a trace of joy.

The expression on the woman's face froze, and sure enough, the next second she heard Chen Zhaoheng's indifferent and ruthless tone, "If you break the rules, you should know the consequences." ”

"King," trembled violently, and she bowed her head in apprehension, not daring to look into the other's eyes, "I beg you, let me serve you." ”

"Yaoji, I never persecute people," Chen Zhaoheng vigorously twisted her jaw to the side, his fingers rubbing his fingers over the bathrobe in disgust, "I can pretend that tonight's incident did not happen." ”

"But," he stood up slowly, "you don't have to come back after the party. ”

The woman who called Yao Ji was completely frozen at this moment, she opened her mouth to ask for mercy, but when her eyes met Shangchen Zhaoheng's cold and arrogant pupils, her face instantly turned pale as paper.