Nature is also much hidden, the faint voice is the footsteps of a maid, embroidered shoes lightly across the stone road, the moonlight above the head is sprinkled, all silent.

This beautiful maid is none other than Xing'er. At the moment, she was carrying a basin of bright red liquid.

This is not rose rain dew, nor saffron sap, but a basin of blood.

A basin of human blood. Every night, she would bring several basins in and bathe the man.

She still remembered the handsome and cold man, who was now under house arrest.

Seeing that his face was getting paler day by day, he was becoming more and more demonic.

More and more like the master, thinking of this, Xing'er hooked the corners of her lips slightly, knocked on the door, there was no sound inside, she pushed the door directly.

The room was warm, with a stove in the center of the floor, which melted away the chill of the night.

Xing'er poured the blood into the steaming mist barrel, looked at the food on the table, did not move, and said, "What, the food is not to the taste of the child?" ”

The red silk tent was warm, and the person with his back to her was silent.

Xing'er didn't think it was strange at all, because every day she would repeat the same words, cleaning up the untouched meal, "If you continue like this, your body will not be done, you see you are getting thinner and thinner." ”

She didn't really care about the man, but her master told her to say it.

"Get out." The man said coldly.

"Xing'er will go out, and wait to warm the water for the son first." Xing'er is used to his attitude, except for getting out, just get out, anyway, there is no good word, and she often curses in her heart, see if you can be arrogant for a few days.

After carrying a pot of hot water and pouring it into the wooden bucket, she bent down and stirred it with her hands, repeatedly confirming that the water temperature was just right, and then said, "Childe, please." For these details, she never dared to slack off, which is also explained by the owner.

After doing her job, Xing'er went out behind the door.

He was the only one left in the empty and gorgeous room.

He had also fought before, kicking over the wooden barrel full of blood more than once, but later, the ladyboy dressed in red, neither male nor female, only made him restrained with a fluttering word.

Giggles, you can disobey, but his life can't be saved.

The sharp and arrogant laughter still echoed in his ears, and he hated it so much that he couldn't sleep all night.

It's like a nightmare that hasn't woken up yet, for some reason, he was caught here, as if he had fallen asleep, and when he was half-asleep, he was already in this room.

From that day on, he kept him soaked in blood every night, and would come back every day to see if anything had changed.

Every time, he would pinch his jaw and giggle, which was extremely bewitching.

Now that his mana has been sealed, he has thoroughly experienced the pain of man-made swordsmanship. Turning around silently, he looked at the scarlet liquid flickering under the candle flame, he didn't want that person to have anything to do, no matter what he did, he had to let him live.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled, so bitter, alive, these two words are so painful for him now, it is simply a kind of torture. But he can't die, because if he dies, the shemale said that Du Yuan won't be able to live.

Dressed in a light gauze robe, he stepped into the blood with all his thoughts, sinking his body and sinking again. He used to be so determined, no matter what he faced, he gritted his teeth and never looked back. But the torture of day and night, the boundless gloom, also wore down his will inch by inch.

Sometimes, he even despairs that he will never be able to escape.

I'll never see him again. Will it. He sometimes asks himself and then slaps himself twice.

When did you become so indecisive, you will be in love with it.

This is not his ink green night, that, who is it.

"My little liver, how's it going, is it comfortable, giggles." A boredoming voice struck at the door, and the door creaked open, revealing a bright red shadow in sight.

"Yes, you have to be obedient and give me a good soak." The painting bone closed the door and entered, twisted his waist and walked to the barrel, and looked at Mo Qingye, "It's getting more and more beautiful, cluck." ”

"Get out!" Mo Qingye glared at him with resentment in her eyes, "You damn sissy, stay away from Benjun!" ”

"What are you scolding me? Sissy! Don't say that word! As if he had been suddenly stabbed, he grabbed Mo Qingye's mandible with a look of madness, "Remember, understand!" ”

"I don't understand." Mo Qingye paused word by word, "Get away." ”

He smiled coldly, "My temper is not small, but for the sake of what I want from you, I will spare you for the time being." Immediately, he let go of him, and the look in his eyes became bewitching and greedy again, "Yes, I am very satisfied with your performance." As he spoke, he took out a packet of medicine out of nowhere and shook it in front of Mo Qingye's eyes, "With it, it will make you more beautiful." ”

"It makes me sick." Mo Qingye really wanted to break his neck, "What the hell are you!" ”

"Be careful of your liver, your memory doesn't seem to be very good, didn't I tell you, my name is Painted Bone, you can call me Bone."

"......" Mo Qingye was almost made into a nervous disorder by him, snorted coldly and didn't look over, wishing he could take out his heart and step on the ground.

"It's okay to call me Flower Bone, cluck."

...... "You still don't want to be embarrassed!" Mo Qingye was forced by this shameless demon to laugh a little madly, "Or you don't have a face at all." ”

"You're right, I just don't have a face, not only do I have no face, but I also don't have skin, otherwise, how would I want this skin of yours." Deliberately smug on the top wind of the bones, "With your skin, I don't have to peel the skin and paint the bones anymore." ”

"Evil beasts! Perverted. Mo Qingye rarely swears, but he really can't bear it, "Shemale! ”

"I'm a man, can't you see it?" The painting bone deliberately approached him and forced him to look at himself, "Be careful, take a closer look, I'm a man like you." ”

"Humph! I saw that it is really unfortunate that there is a man like you in the world. ”

"You're jealous of my beauty, then again, you're good-looking, although you're a little worse than me."

"Shut up!" Mo Qingye's teeth gritted and gurgled, "Hugh Na Benjun is on a par with a demon like you, who is not a man or a woman!" ”

"You are jealous, jealous, who made me look so beautiful, beautiful as a flower." Drawing a bone narcissistically stretched out his finger to look at it, "In the Three Realms, there is no more beautiful person than me, be careful of your liver, it is your blessing that you can get along with me day and night." ”

"Get out! …… Get out of here! Mo Qingye couldn't stand this shameless goods anymore, so he got up from the water under the brush, pushed the painting bone away, and was about to rush out.

"Oh, where are you going, you can't go out now, if you want to take a walk, soak for an hour and then say, I'll accompany you, giggle."