"Hmph, boy, such a little trick also wants to deceive your grandfather and me!" The middle-aged scribe said triumphantly when he saw that his face had changed dramatically.

"You, don't mess around!" exclaimed Driftless very nervously.

"Messing around?" the middle-aged scribe asked pretending to be puzzled, "Don't worry, for the sake of you and I who used to call me brothers, not only will I not mess around, but I will also help you fulfill a wish." ”

After hearing it without a trace, he was immediately stunned on the spot. Because, he really can't see through the true intentions of the person in front of him.

"Before I can do that, though, there's one thing I need to do first. The middle-aged scribe said with a solemn expression, "Do you know why you can't move?"

was originally from the West, but of course he knew that it was because he had been pointed. But in order to confuse the mysterious middle-aged scribe in front of him, he still shook his head in confusion.

When the middle-aged scribe saw this, he immediately smiled. "That's because I gave you an acupoint. Speaking of this, the middle-aged scribe walked up to Ni Ping'er's delicate body under the gaze of a vague man who was about to breathe fire, and poked his finger a few times like lightning.

Fortunately, the middle-aged scribe did not make any further moves. This made the heart that was about to mention his throat without a trace finally let go a little.

"You know, in this situation, as soon as a woman wakes up and turns around, she will inevitably scream loudly. So, I ordered her to have an extra dumb hole. You don't have to worry, though, it won't cause much damage to her body. After all, I can't bear to see such a result as much as you do, hehe......"

Listening to the lewd laughter of the middle-aged scribe, although he felt very unhappy, he still asked tentatively, "Do you want to wake her up?"

"Clever!" said the middle-aged scribe gloomily, "Isn't this what you just asked......?"

"Hmph, don't be pretending!" Piao Wuxian scolded angrily, "Even if you do this, then you must not have any good intentions?"

"Well, how can you say that?" asked the middle-aged scribe, pretending to be distressed, but then his expression changed, "Since you think so, wouldn't it be very sorry for you if I had any more kindness?"

"Shameless!"

The more angry he became, the happier the middle-aged scribe seemed to be. "Alas, it's really hard to be a good person! I do what you want, how can I be 'shameless'? But shameless is shameless. I don't care. Just, can you guess how I want to be unkind?"

Looking at the evil smile on the face of the middle-aged scribe, he felt not only disgusting, but also a fear from the depths of his soul. He knew that he was afraid that he would meet a person with an extremely perverted personality this time. Such a person can do anything. It is precisely because it is difficult to predict the further actions of this person that there is a deep fear of being gone.

"Hehe, look at you're nervous!" said the middle-aged scribe in a weird manner, "Tsk, even the cold sweat remains." Am I so terrible? Come on, it seems better to wake up this little beauty first. It's a good idea to put you at ease!"

The more the middle-aged scribe pretended to be a good person, the more he felt the horror of the person in front of him. It's a pity that now he can't move without a trace, but there is no way to deal with it, so he has to watch silently helplessly.

"Actually, the way to wake up this little beauty is quite simple. The middle-aged scribe said as he walked to the bedtable, picked up the kettle that had been cooled for a long time, lifted the lid, and threw it at Ni Ping'er's head.

Stimulated by the cold water, Ni Ping'er soon woke up leisurely. When she saw the middle-aged scribe with an obscene look in front of her, Ni Ping'er instinctively wanted to open her mouth to scream and pull up the quilt on the bed to cover her delicate body. But, immediately, Ni Ping'er was horrified to find that not only could she not scream, but she was also unable to move.

Ni Ping'er squinted, and immediately saw that the chair in front of the bed was sitting without a trace. The color of surprise appeared instantly, but it was soon found that it was not moving. As a result, the surprise on Ni Ping'er's face immediately turned into resentment.

As soon as he noticed Ni Ping'er's angry eyes, he quickly explained: "Natasha, don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't want to save you, but I was attacked by this bastard. ”

The middle-aged scribe greedily swept his eyes over Ni Ping'er's delicate body, and pretended to be decent and said, "Girl, it's true. I can attest to this, this bastard is trying to save you. It's just that with his slight tricks, how can he be my opponent?"

When Ni Ping'er heard this, her anger immediately turned into continuous joy. "This scoundrel cares about me. Otherwise, why bother to come to the rescue so nervously. It's just that the current Ni Ping'er seems to have taken the kindness of not wanting the girl to suffer innocently as a friendship for her. Women are so ignorant of the big picture. At this moment of crisis, instead of feeling frightened, Ni Ping'er fell into a deep affection uncontrollably.

With the shrewdness of a middle-aged scribe, of course, he could see Ni Ping'er's youngest daughter's mentality at a glance. "Little lady, do you like this bastard in front of you very much?"

Ni Ping'er was not as cautious as drifting away from speculating on the true intentions of the middle-aged scribe. Therefore, when she heard such a question, she instinctively blurted out "yes"! After realizing that she could not speak, Ni Ping'er nodded remedially.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Ni Ping'er, who was dotted all over her body, the only thing she could move now was her pink jade carved neck.

When the middle-aged scribe saw this, he immediately sighed emotionally: "Bastard boy, do you see it? You are not shallow! You can be favored by such a charming beauty." It's really a blessing!" As he spoke, the middle-aged scribe's words were filled with a strong sourness, "It's a pity, I'm afraid it's 'the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless'!"

When Ni Ping'er heard this, she immediately became anxious. "No, no! If this villain really didn't have anything to do with me, then he wouldn't have come to the rescue so desperately!"

"Seeing that you are in such a hurry, you must think that what I said is not true. Isn't that right?" the middle-aged scribe asked leisurely.

When Ni Ping'er heard this, she nodded without hesitation.

"You must have thought so, if he had no intention of you, then how could he rush to the rescue?" the middle-aged scribe then asked.