Shanhe opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the midnight white who suddenly appeared in his room.

It seems that he has just taken a shower, and his long hair has not yet dried, and water droplets have fallen to the ground, soaking through his clothes.

Wearing only a white undershirt, no belt, and a little loose on the body - [500 words are omitted here, please make up for it yourself]

This female devil really has bad intentions!

Shanhe clenched the sword in his hand and said coldly:

"Get out!"

But in vain.

The female devil pounced directly, wanting to pull out his clothes, but she didn't forget to tease him:

"Do you have a back injury?"

Shameless!

Shanhe subconsciously wanted to wave the sword in his hand, but after remembering that he had counterattacked many times to no avail, a sense of powerlessness inexplicably rose in his heart.

Wait, there's a wound in the back?

"You, how do you know, hurt?"

How do you know I have a wound in my back?

Shanhe stared at Ye Ranbai tightly, wanting to see something from her.

The movements in Ye Ranbai's hands paused, and he realized that his manipulation scared his brother, and he almost discovered the abnormality.

Coughing in embarrassment, he began to make up excuses: "I heard that you were hurt in the back by Twilight, and I am very worried, so I care about you." ”

The hand was about to be withdrawn, and suddenly touched the wound on Shanhezhi's back, the latter's brows frowned unconsciously, and the expressionless face suddenly became much more vivid.

Hearing that there was movement in the room, several guards of the Demon Palace who hurriedly pushed the door in saw this scene very coincidentally.

On a bed, the demon lord is undressed, a sword idiot, and he is ashamed to refuse.

"The subordinates are guilty!"

A clever guard reacted, and after speaking, he kicked the others away, not forgetting to close the door.

Closing the door, you can still hear the conversation of the guards:

"Disturb the Demon Lord's big business, let's go and take the initiative to receive the punishment now."

The people of the Demon Palace are too conscious, no matter what they do, they admit their mistakes first, and then receive punishments, and never let Ye Ranbai take the initiative to worry.

Of course, a more reasonable explanation is that he takes the initiative to receive punishment and is still alive, but when it comes to the demon master's disposal, it is better to live than to die. Over time, the people of the Demon Palace have developed the habit of admitting their mistakes and receiving punishment if they disagree.

Things developed like this, which Ye Ranbai didn't expect.

She just wanted to confirm that the shadow assassin's attack had been transferred to her brother.

The matter has come to this point and is irreparable, Ye Ranbai decided to sacrifice her brother to the end and stay for one night, waiting for the poisonous gas in her inner hall to dissipate.

Moreover, if you are a lone brother, you must come to your brother's palace to sit and hammer the news.

With a feeling of guilt, Ye Ranbai decided to meet all the requirements of his brother during his time in the Demon Palace as much as possible.

Letting go of the hand holding his brother, Ye Ranbai took out a small bottle from the storage ring as if nothing had happened.

"This wound medicine is very effective and will not leave scars."

Halfway through the words, Ye Ranbai felt that something was weird, but he still insisted on carrying out his favor:

"If you need anything, just say, treat the Demon Palace as your home."

The book says to make him feel at ease in your territory.

"Recuperate in peace, I will come to see you often...... The Demon Palace is not safe today, so I will accompany you for one night. ”

A trace of blood suddenly flowed from the corner of Shanhezhi's mouth, and he coughed violently.

Ye Ranbai was startled, why did he vomit blood so well, and hurriedly picked up the nearby fabric and wiped his brother's mouth.

Halfway through the rubbing, Shanhezhi's coughing stopped, staring at Ye Ranbai's hand, wanting to chop.

The cloth that wipes the blood is the brother's own sleeve robe, and the act of dyeing the leaves white, in the eyes of the mountains and rivers, is naked humiliation.