The surroundings were full of red, and on the candlestick in front of them, two candles were burning slowly, and when I looked around, they were actually in the room.

"Ahh I heard an exclamation.

When the Holy Son heard this, he turned around, but saw two women in red palace clothes, covering their eyes shyly, not daring to look directly at him!

"Childe, what are you doing" The scholar covered his eyes, not daring to look directly.

"Hey, why are you in the academy this time?" The Holy Son still thought that he was in a dream, and several scene changes had already made him somewhat adapt to the dream changes.

Outside the window, Huamo heard the screams inside, kicked the door open, looked into the house, and saw the Holy Son standing naked in the bathtub, his face turned red, and cursed: Little prostitute.

He picked up a piece of red sand cloth casually, bent his fingers, used his internal force, and threw it towards the Holy Son.

The red sand was like a waterfall, shooting towards the Holy Son, instantly entangled the Holy Son's lower body, as if he was wearing a red tight clothes.

"Hey, this trick is amazing, where did my sister learn it" The Holy Son was surprised, without the slightest shame, he pressed the edge of the barrel with both hands, jumped out, and walked towards the painting ink.

The Holy Son, whose lower body was surrounded by only a piece of red sand, pounced on the painting ink with an excited face. Huamo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly hindered his legs, but he was so nervous that he forgot about his kung fu, tripped over the door frame behind him, and fell to the ground with an oops.

The smiling Son followed the painting ink closely, and the painting ink fell to the ground, caught off guard, and actually tripped over the door frame, and smashed straight to the ground to paint the ink.

Huamo didn't wait to get up, but he watched the Holy Son fall towards him and screamed.

Touch... The Holy Son actually pressed heavily on the painting ink.

The painting ink was in a hurry, and was about to open his mouth to scold, but a soft object was attached to his lips, only to feel that the object was unusually soft and slightly moist. On closer inspection, he actually kissed the Holy Son mouth-to-mouth.

At the same time, the people in the courtyard heard the screams of Huamo, and everyone shouted that something must have happened, and they all walked out of the room, but they saw that the Holy Son was naked on the upper body, with a red sand entanglement on the lower body, and his hair was wet, apparently he had just taken a bath. Pressed on Huamo's body, his arms wrapped around his thin waist, and kissed with Huamo.

The painting ink trembled all over, and his breathing was heavy, obviously not light.

kicked away the Holy Son who was pressing on his body, and jumped up, with an extra dagger in his hand.

"Whore, I'll Kill You"

Things that should have been tense were awakened by the laughter around them.

Huamo looked around, Ao Tianxue, Shuxiang, Wenxian, and more than a dozen scholars in the academy, and Qi Feng was looking at himself with a thief on his face, his eyebrows twitching. It seems to mean to say again, the girl can, I didn't see that there was such a bold side.

Knowing that the explanation was unintentional, Huamo stomped his foot, the dagger in his hand couldn't help but clench, and turned to stab at the Holy Son.

Seeing that this girl was really going to play with her life, the Holy Son closed her eyes tightly and yelled: Kill me, and your sister will be saved.

After speaking, he closed his eyes tightly and trembled. After a long time, seeing that there was no movement, the Holy Son opened his eyes.

A petite and moving face appeared in front of him, with tears in his eyes. Painting ink is crying!

The painting ink is already petite and cute, although the older saint is a few years old, the height is shorter than the other party, and the appearance belongs to the kind of baby face, petite and cute, like this, holding a dagger in his hand, with tears in his eyes, and a lovely look.

The Son's heart tightened, and for some reason his heart beat violently. His face turned red instantly, and he slowly raised his hand and stretched out his palm, wanting to touch the face of the woman in front of him.

Painting ink with tears, I saw that this lewd thief actually stretched out his hand to himself. Reflexively, the dagger in his hand stabbed hard.

Flutter...

The dagger pierced into the palm of the Holy Son's hand, piercing through the palm of the hand, and the blood slowly flowed down the dagger, dripping onto the cuffs of the painted ink.

Tick... Tick

The more blood flows, the more it penetrates the cuffs of the ink. The cuffs were covered with blood and stuck to the painted arms.

A warm current, with a slight smell of blood. The ink embroidered eyebrows furrowed slightly, and looked at the palm that was pierced by his dagger, which was dyed red with blood at this time.

"You... Why not hide! ”

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