This man has a slender figure, and although he has one hand on his waist and the other hand in front of his finger into a teapot, he is also bewitching.

"Ask Xiaoshi! You little hoof! It's been three watches, and it's still simmering in the bed?! Why don't you want to do this personal servant job?! ”

His voice was really sharp, penetrating the ink demon's chaotic brain layer by layer, smashing the yellow dragon, and seeing his grease-smeared face clearly, which made the ink demon sober up instantly.

She's a man now, she's a man, she's a man...... While hypnotizing himself, Mo Xiaoyou made a panicked look alertly.

"I ...... Who are you? “

Sure enough, I saw the man standing in the light and shadow striding straight towards her, and when he came up, he pinched one of her ears and said:

"Who am I?! I am your incense ancestor! Childe sent you to frame a calligraphy and painting, and you ran away!

Childe thought something had happened to you! Brother, I took a group of brothers to find most of the night, you kid actually slept here with your head covered?! ”

Mo Xiaoyou, a spirit, completely woke up from the chaos, looked at the man in front of him who couldn't hide the pockmarks on his face, and suddenly remembered the identity of the other party - Ning Xiang, the eldest boy in the room of the little boy Mozhu.

"Brother Ningxiang...... You will spare me, I almost let the bully take possession before, and when I came back, I felt dizzy, and I fainted without taking a saliva. You see, I haven't changed my clothes yet! ”

Mo Xiaoyou cried and lost his face, pulled the half-worn clothes on his body, and sniffed aggrievedly, really thinking of himself as an overly frightened little guy.

"You kid......" Ning Xiang's originally annoyed white face heard her say that she almost let the bully take possession, and her color changed, and she suddenly asked nervously:

"Bully?! You didn't frame the calligraphy and painting for Childe, how could you meet a bully? ”

"I don't know, I just know that as soon as I got out of the Songtao Pavilion, I disappeared from the family's carriage, and I was afraid of delaying the matter of the son, so I walked all the way back, and the result was ...... I met a few drunken women who were vicious...... Nearly...... Almost ......"

The ink demon sobbed and choked as he rubbed his eyes with his sleeves.

Fortunately, the original body's eyes were keen, and the fabric of the sleeves was rough enough, so she really felt a few drops of water.

"Okay, okay, just come back, just come back, my brother doesn't ask......"

Changing his previous fierce expression, Ning Xiang patted the ink demon on the back with sympathy, until the ink demon couldn't wipe away his tears dryly, he hesitated and asked:

"My brother will go and talk to Childe, you won't have to be on duty for the next two days. But... Small stones... Your Shomiya Sand ......"

"Moriya Sand is still there!! Brother! Small stones do not ...... Didn't get ......"

Mo Xiaoyou's face turned red when he heard this, and he was very embarrassed and eagerly opened his clothes, and a red dot on his flat chest fell into the eyes of the other party.

As soon as this red color entered her eyes, Ning Xiang was obviously relieved, and she patted the ink demon head soothingly:

"It's good if you don't have it, it's good if you don't have

Little stone, you have to remember that it is not easy for us men to survive in this world, and to be a small servant in the princes' mansions, you must clean yourself, once your body is dirty, you can't keep this errand. ”

"Brother Ning Xiang, Xiao Shi remembered."

The ink demon nodded obediently, which made the look on Ning Xiang's face more and more pitiful, and sighed leisurely:

"Who made us men......"