The villagers in the thatched hut felt unbearable when they heard this, and when they opened the wooden door, they saw that it was indeed a young man with clear eyebrows, and the young master behind him was disheveled, and he did look like he was in trouble.

"Come in."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The little boy followed Lao Su into the house, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual, he let Chixiao enter the house.

Lao Suo placed them in a hut, which was a little shabby, but it was clean.

The boy made the bed and invited Chixiao to the bed.

"Sect Master, you're tired of the day today, so rest early."

As he spoke, the others retreated to the outside of the hut.

Chi Xiao was not sleepy, but this body was exhausted and somewhat out of his control, and he tried his best to lean against the wall to stabilize his mind, and his ears, which were more sensitive than ordinary people, allowed him to hear the movement outside the door.

It was late at night, and it stands to reason that Lao Suo should have begun to prepare for bed by this time, but he heard a few footsteps.

He got up, and a pair of white jade-like feet quietly came to the door.

Slightly open a crack in the door, you can see the crowd outside the door.

There are a lot of people.

An unfamiliar male voice rang out.

"Drag that little bunny over here."

"Here."

This voice was the old man who led him into the door.

"These two people don't dress like rich people, but they look like gold, especially the one in the house, this face is more delicate than a woman, and the skin is more tender and white than a newborn milk doll, this kind of stunning color is rare, those officials and men in Kyoto have been good in recent years, let's take him down, and he can be sold for a big price!"

Some were skeptical of his words.

"Boss, can you really do it? Where can men be the same as women? ”

At this time, someone said something inscrutable.

"Boy, you don't understand, as long as you taste it, you will know that the taste of men is more delicious than that of women!"

He wiped the beard on his face and smiled obscenely.

As he spoke, he walked towards the home remedies.

The boss who was called the boss didn't stop him, and there was a shrewd light in his cloudy old eyes.

"Let him go, men are not as fragile as girls, they can't be touched, let him clean up well, so that he can be more obedient."

There was a burst of laughter, and it was clear that they had given up hiding their identities.

The beard took the lead and pushed open the wooden door with a 'squeak'.

Chixiao was not at the bedside, but half-leaning and half-leaning on the windowsill, one leg bent and the other naturally drooping, and the moonlight was shining on his fair skin, depicting the outline of an immortal.

At a glance, the beard loses its ability to react.

He thought that the people in the house were at most handsome little sissies who had been handsome all his life, but what he never expected was that a man could really see such a thing.

"Beauty......

When he finally reacted, he muttered in ecstasy, but the voice became the last words of his sordid life.

Something like a pale cyan feather embedded in his throat, and hot blood began to spread instantly.

Chixiao sneered and walked towards him.

At the moment when the man fell, Chixiao passed by him, took the green feather back, pinched it in the palm of his hand, and scarlet blood dripped down his white fingertips.

Demon Ye, bloody, is a veritable murderous unblinking devil.

His thin lips were slightly raised, and his smile was very gentle.

"Who else?"