Chapter 472: Silan's Sorrow (2)

Mo Han pressed Si Lan on the bed, and there was another toss, Si Lan could only bear the pain of being physically and mentally broken, he was a well-behaved and sensible apprentice since he was a child, no matter how bad the master was, he was a master, he had never had to endure it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He didn't know if this kind of thing was painful in the first place, or if he couldn't bear this terrible physical union, in short, despite gritting his teeth and persevering, it still hurt and he was confused and slowly lost consciousness. In a trance, he felt that the master turned his body over, turning him into a lying position, and while he was busy pumping, he panted in his ear and said, "Silan, why are you not sincere to the master?" Isn't the master treating you badly? If you are so submissive, it will only make the master feel heartbroken and torture you fiercely. Then he just felt so much pain, and in the end he didn't know anything.

When he woke up, he couldn't see his fingers in the cave, which had no effect on him as a ghost. His master Mo Han slept next to him, with one hand still on his body, and he endured the discomfort all over his body, slowly got out of bed, then tidied up his clothes, and walked out of the cave.

The cave is under a cliff on the edge of the Imperial City. His lilting body floated up and slowly landed, with no sense of direction in the darkness.

Dark night, gentle wind. He was dressed in a light gray shirt, his long messy hair danced in the night wind, and the gray robe also flew up with the night, and his handsome face was full of confusion.

The soul shuttling through the night, walking aimlessly. There was not a single figure on the wide street, and the burning lanterns hung on the doors of the big houses. He stopped, looked up, and for some length of time, entered through the door.

In the Gaomen compound, the long corridor is hung with countless lit lanterns, flowing water in the garden, and rockeries and strange stones. Standing dumbfounded, standing dejectedly, where is this, how did you come in unconsciously?

When he was puzzled, a sigh came from the other end of the corridor, he was stunned, and a young man's voice came from not far away: "Father-in-law, the wind is strong in the middle of the night, and the dew is heavy, so let's hurry back to the house and rest?" ”

There was a heavy sigh again, and the old voice was full of remorse: "Qingwen, I did it too much, right?" At that time, I was only angry and said such vicious words, but I didn't expect this kid to really leave because of my words? Now your mother doesn't eat or drink, and complains to me except for crying, what do you think I should do? I thought he was angry and maybe he was hiding at home, but he just didn't want to show his face. But now I'm wrong, he's really gone, and he's never going to come back. ”

"Father-in-law, son, he has always loved his family, and I believe he will definitely come back. After a few days, he was homesick, missed his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and came back. ”

Although Qingwen's words were full of comfort, Shangguan Lang sighed.

Si Lan saw from a distance that at the end of the corridor, there was a middle-aged man dressed in gray sitting on the railing, and a tall young man was standing beside him.

The wind swept across the corridor, whirring, and even the lanterns hanging on the corridor swayed, and Si Lan looked at the two people again, her brows furrowed.

He knew both of these people, and when Shangguan Yu used his body to return to the Jin State military camp, he had seen these two people, the older one was Shangguan Yu's father Shangguan Lang, and the younger one was Shangguan Yu's follower Shangguan Qingwen. I was a little stunned, why did I come here? If they see it, I'm afraid it's not right, just about to turn around and leave, I heard the middle-aged man say: "Qingwen, I asked you to send someone to inquire about Su Wanqing's news, but you still don't have eyebrows?" ”