Bang Yue thought of the great contribution that Shen Chen would make to her and Shaoge's lifelong happiness, and she couldn't wait to pull him back and say it well.

Xuanyuan Wuxian is the daughter of Emperor Xuanyuan Yu and the White Lady, Xuanyuan Yu is famous for being handsome, and the White Lady is also a beautiful woman, Xuanyuan Wuxie's appearance must be extremely beautiful, Shen Chen must like it when he sees it.

Although he couldn't hold himself in the previous life, there were a lot of adults, as long as this matter was successfully resolved, the grievances and hatreds in the past and present lives would be written off, and he would no longer care about him!

If Shen Chen hadn't had Aunt Nasu at the beginning, he might have been a colt a long time ago. Didn't Xuanyuan Innocent ever take a fancy to him? Because he was unhappy with his concubine, he let him marry an ugly girl. This pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses was really raised by the Queen Mother! How innocent ugly women are! Who did the ugly girl recruit and provoke whom?!

Since she was able to take a fancy to Shen Chen at the beginning, she was very interested in Shaoge... That's it.

"Get everything back on track!"

Bang Yue clasped her hands together and chanted sincerely.

"Just get everything back on track." In a dark hall, someone whispered.

He tilted his head slightly, sniffing the gold in the confined space.

He didn't love gold, but he did.

After a long silence, he pushed open the heavy door of the temple, and the light of the torches on the wall of the corridor entered the hall behind him, reflecting a brilliant golden light, which was a golden sea that made people completely lose their minds.

The door of the temple slowly closed on its own. At a glance, the scene in the door was clear.

In the main hall, everything is made of gold.

Floor tiles, giant pillars, luan seats.

The place where there should be a hundred civil and military officials is piled up with golden sand! The four walls and dome of the palace are made of gold bricks.

As long as a little bit of light shines into the temple, they can catch it, reflect it infinitely, expand it infinitely, and bloom with brilliant brilliance!

He walked down the corridor and did not look down at the defenseless maids kneeling beside him, but when his black robe dragged by, the maids all trembled, and their bodies on the ground could not be embedded in the ground and hidden.

They have long been unable to stand. The longest, has been kneeling here for nearly two years.

Each of them remembered that he was lazily lying on his side in the brocade, gently lifting her chin, and his voice was seductive: "You, are you willing to give your body to me?" ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, he took them underground and used their delicate bodies to guard the golden dungeon for him.

Some of them tried to escape.

His black robe dragged down the corridor and walked towards it.

The maids raised their eyes, excitement overshadowing fear.

He turned around and pointed his fingers at the two men at random.

The two chosen maids used their hands and feet together and crawled in his direction. The rest of the people let out a soft grunt of displeasure, and the sound swirled between their noses and throats, and they did not dare to spill out of their mouths.

The two chosen maids crawled behind him and entered a secret room.

Pushing open the door, a disgusting fishy smell hit his face, and he frowned slightly, but the two maids on the ground took a deep breath greedily, and their eyes shone with excitement like beasts.

There were more than a dozen young girls hanging in the secret room. The ropes on the wrists were tightly tied into the flesh and hung from the iron hooks on the roof. A pair of jade hands are black and purple, even if they are saved, their hands are useless.

These are the people who are trying to escape.

He hates words more than he believes in them. Since you have promised to give your body to yourself, why do you regret to run away?!

He motioned for them to begin.

The two maids, with their eyes shining, pounced on the torture rack standing by the wall.

They knew the rules - they were free to torture the fugitives, as long as they didn't kill them. If you die, you will make up for it with yourself.

He watched coldly as they removed the tongs and sticks, and turned to leave the chamber.

He was about to step onto the ground when a terrible howl drifted from behind him.

These lowly, inferior people. Where is it worth guarding?!

He took off his black robe, and the door of the secret passage closed behind him.

He stood in the sun, handsome. No one can see him and the cruel man in the dungeon.

When he entered the room, the maid hurried up to him and carefully smoked his robe with an agarwood. He smiled, as if grateful for their hard work.

He closed his eyes slightly, breathed slowly, until the smell of agarwood banished the smell of gold and blood from his lungs, then he cleaned his hands and went up to the front hall to greet his guests.

At this time, a despicable maid in the secret room is making a big mistake.

She grabbed a fugitive with iron tongs and tore it down, not paying attention to the skin on her back.

With a "bang", a piece of rag-like crumpled skin was torn off, and after a while, the fugitive's withered body slowly oozed dark blood beads. She screamed and cursed her abuser not to die.

The abuser also knows that he is indeed not going to die well. Because the skin was tattooed with cinnabar, it was a person's name, and it was a forbidden area that should never be touched.

Another maid was holding a steel stick and stabbing the prisoners in the soles of the feet, and when she saw the tattooed skin, she rolled her eyes in horror and fainted.

The news soon reached his ears.

He was holding a black seed, which was about to land on the white jade chessboard.

Hearing the whisper of the secret guard dressed as a servant, he paused slightly in his hand and said with a smile: "Then it's baked, entertain the guests." ”

The secret guard received the order to tie all the women's hands and feet in the secret room and hang them on the top hook, and pour fire oil on the ground to ignite them. After a tearing scream, the prostrate girls in the corridor smelled the smell of meat.

The soul of injustice is not gone, and if there is no echo in the secret room in the middle of the night, there is a loud howl: Lin Shaoge, you must not die well!

Before they died, what they hated most was not the man who took away their freedom, took away their dignity, and finally took their lives, but the name of the tattoo on the skin, the person who had nothing to do with them - Lin Shaoge.

The night slowly opened, and Shen Chen stepped on the moon and returned.

He carried a box of colorful bronzing phoenixes and wandered around the hall for a moment, as if he was looking for a reason for himself to go or not to go somewhere.

Finally, he made up his mind, stamped his foot, and headed west.

When I pushed the corner door, it was locked.

"Hmph, unblessed woman." He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and went to Fuxi Garden, where his mother lived.

Bang Yue is waiting for Shaoge, so naturally she wants to lock the yard.

If she knew Shen Chen's tangled thoughts, she must have been speechless.

How could he be so cheap?

Just because she didn't give him a good look, he became interested in her?

Although Shen Chen himself was not clearly aware of it at this time, in fact, Bang Yue's unintentional "desire to capture and indulge" did indeed take effect.

Or, right now, it's just that there is really no woman around him who agrees, those maids are all submissive, and they want to fly on the branches to be aunts, and Bang Yue, the wife, ignores him and speaks coldly, subconsciously, he wants to break through the difficulty of Bang Yue to prove his masculine charm.