1417 The Male Slave of the Demon Girl (24)

Just as she was about to give up, a cold and deep voice slowly came into her ears.

"You think too much, I'm just, don't do anything to women."

Is that so?

After Duan Ziyin was disappointed, she was overjoyed. She turned around quickly, and sure enough, she saw that Yue Fusang's eyes were full of coldness, even if she had just smeared Inmanshu, he didn't show the slightest impatience.

Is that the case? Duan Ziyin thought about it carefully, indeed, Yue Fusang had never shown any different emotions towards Inmanshu, and everything he did was just a disdain for Inmanshu.

After figuring it out, she laughed.

"If that's the case, it's even better, but I don't know, can Yue Gongzi be sure to cooperate with me? Since you don't do it to women, then my other condition, I don't know what Yue Gongzi wants? ”

"Okay."

Yue Fusang bowed lightly, and a layer of dark light floated in his lead-gray eyes, as if covered with a layer of mist, which made it difficult for people to see it really.

Duan Ziyin's courage was all used up just now, and when she saw the man's appearance, her cheeks were slightly red, and she slowly lowered her head.

"So, this matter is settled, I don't know what Prince Yue commands?"

The slender fingers moved slightly, and the nails were neatly trimmed. Yue Fusang lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers, "This matter needs to be considered in the long run, Duan Zuo's protector has been out for too long, and some people will be suspicious, so you better go back quickly." ”

"That-" Duan Ziyin wanted to speak and stopped.

When will she be able to come back to him? Ever since Yue Fusang moved into Inmanshu's yard, she could no longer sneak in to see him. Not to mention Inmanshu's suspicious temperament, it is the layers of guards outside the Inluo Palace, and she can't easily set foot without orders.

"Tomorrow, at noon, still here."

Yue Fusang said briefly, opened his eyes, and looked at the dark clouds piled up on the horizon to cover the golden sun. I don't know when the sky has sunk.

"It's a different day." He sighed softly, a smile on his lips.

The man said goodbye to her, stepped on the pontoon bridge with a calm and elegant gait, and slowly left.

Duan Ziyin stood in place for a long time, looking at the man's distant figure, with a touch of obsession in her eyes. At this moment, there is a thought in my heart, which is becoming clearer and clearer. She thought, get him—

-

Because the disciples of the Luo Sect are secretly circulating, the sect leader seems to be in love, and recently he has especially doted on the man who dedicated the right protector to her, named Xun Ran.

Not only did they take him with him wherever they went, but they even ate and lived with him, but they made the rest of the male slaves very jealous.

Xunran has changed greatly in recent days, and he eats delicacies from the mountains and seas, and delicacies. He wore silk brocade, and used the best hosta to pull his hair. At first, he was a little apprehensive about this kind of life. After all, when he was a thief in the capital, he was just a joker, with a lower status than those prostitutes, and he was the existence that the people looked down on the most.

They are like the sludge that everyone can trample on the soles of their feet, hated and toyed with.

I thought that when he came to this cannibalistic place, his little life would have to be explained here sooner or later. However, after a few days, the frightened heart, under the favor of that stunning woman, began to settle down.

In front of the huge shutters, the woman was wrapped in a fiery red light veil, stepping barefoot on the soft carpet, lying lazily in the soft collapse. Her toes were white and soft, as if they had been polished by a craftsman, without a single blemish.

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