The two chased all the way to the backyard, the barking of the orange civet cat disappeared, and the sound of "horn" bars chirping came from the firewood room, like a mouse stealing food.

Zhao Bingyu made a silent gesture, and the two quietly approached the firewood room, looked in against the crack in the door, and sure enough, they found that the orange civet cat was on a high wooden bundle, tearing with a small dried fish in its mouth.

The orange civet cat, which enjoyed the food to the fullest, did not notice that the doors and windows of the firewood room were suddenly closed, and when a large shadow pressed over its head, it let out a hissing alarm, and its body shrank backwards, Zhao Bingyu pulled him down, and gently scolded: "Little guy, where are you running this time?" What is the crime of daring to escape after scratching someone? ”

The orange civet cat was not frightened by him, and when he saw that it was the handsome boy who had picked him up from the tree before, he squinted his eyes and arched his head into Zhao Bingyu's palm, and let out a low cry in his throat.

Jin Jiaojiao watched this cat eating inside and crawling outside to flatter outsiders, and chose to ignore it after being speechless for a moment. Approaching the pyre, she found that there were still four or five small dried fish on it, and wondered in her heart that this guy had such a small mouth, and could he bring five small dried fish from the back kitchen at a time?

"What's wrong?" Zhao Bingyu saw Jin Jiaojiao's strange expression, and asked with concern: "Is there anything wrong?" ”

Jin Jiaojiao pointed to the dried fish on the wooden bundle, and Zhao Bingyu immediately understood, "It wasn't your cat that brought it, someone should have fed it." ”

"You don't think someone brought it here on purpose, do you?" Why did he deliberately lure a cat to the firewood room to feed, Zhao Bingyu felt that Jin Jiaojiao was thinking too much, so he said easily: "It is estimated that it is just to see that the kitten is cute and feed it at will." ”

Who will take dried fish with them at any time in the middle of the night, just waiting to meet a kitten passing by the firewood house to feed it? It's too weird to make sense. Jin Jiaojiao had a thought in her heart, unless that person didn't want to attract the cat to the firewood room, what did he really want to attract the cat's owner?

The two looked up at each other at the same time, and Zhao Bingyu obviously thought of this layer as well, which was clearly a trap. The two walked towards the door tacitly, Jin Jiaojiao was about to pull the door, but she heard the sound of chains locking the door outside the door, and then two figures cast on the door.

"Hey, who's out there? Why lock the door? Jin Jiaojiao scolded: "Open the door, can't you see that your young lady is still inside?" ”

The visitor did not speak, as if he was afraid that they would break down the door by force, so he not only locked the door, but also added two wooden bolts, and sealed them along with the window, so that even a fly could not fly.

After the people outside did all this, they picked up the tools to nail the doors and windows and walked away quietly, without reason or clarity of intentions.

The key is that this unlucky kidnapping, let's call it a kidnapping for the time being, what Jin Jiaojiao can't figure out is that this outrageous kidnapping happened in her own firewood house.

"Is there a living person out there? Open the door!! Jin Jiaojiao kicked the door a few times.

In the middle of the night, unless someone happens to come to the backyard to forage for food, I am afraid that no one will find them until dawn. Seeing that no one paid attention, Jin Jiaojiao simply stopped struggling and began to think about the suspected main messenger who planned this matter.

The families in the outer courtyard of the mansion are all experts in martial arts, and it is impossible for the thieves to sneak into the mansion to commit crimes without alarming them, unless these two people are strong in martial arts and can be haunted in the mansion. But how could people on the rivers and lakes find her a little woman? Even if the Yan family and the Ouyang family want to fix her, it can't be as simple as just locking her up in the firewood room, right?

It is even more impossible for the people in the house to commit crimes, they are all selected by thousands of people, and their backgrounds are simple and clean. Jin Wen is free and easy by nature, and never treats people in the house. Whether it is the salary given to them or the attitude towards them in Su Rili, I am afraid that the entire Bianjing City will never be able to find a second home.

She could never have a grudge against anyone.

Unless they're tired of being alive and dare to play such a joke on her!

No, Jin Jiaojiao suddenly thought of someone, and her heart was desolate, even Le Shu could stab her in the back, not to mention the other people in the house, she didn't dare to guarantee that she knew everyone.

Jin Jiaojiao once again reminded herself that she should never be self-righteous and speculate about the ever-changing hearts of people.

"Did you say they would pour gasoline around the firewood room and light it up?" Zhao Bingyu teased the orange civet cat in his arms, saying shocking words, but his tone was as plain as asking "Have you eaten today".

This man had definitely read too many of those strange picture books, Jin Jiaojiao glanced at him, and followed his words, "Yes, and then they will stand calmly in the depths of the night, pricking up their ears to listen to the screams of pain when they are burned by the fire; Watching the fire engulf our feast in an instant is like watching a flash in the pan with pleasure. When we shouted hoarsely, the blood turned into smoke, and the bones turned into white ashes, they would divide our ashes into bottles and send them to different people around the world to eat, so that our souls would never rest in the ground. ”

"......" Zhao Bingyu didn't expect her to be more fantastic than herself, and I don't know if it was affected by her evil words, her body was really hot from being roasted by fire, and she was ready to go, and she had the potential to burn the prairie fire.

This hellish place is so evil?

He knocked his forehead, cleared his cranky mind, and walked towards Jin Jiaojiao, the paw marks on the back of her hand had turned crimson, and Zhao Bingyu was a little worried that her hands would be in big trouble if they were not disinfected in time.

Jin Jiaojiao avoided his concerned gaze, feeling a little awkward and uncomfortable, she waved her hand casually, and said fearlessly: "The small injury is not tight, my father is afraid that this cat will hurt people, so he will let the veterinarian check and deal with it when he sent it." ”

She is the kind of physique that will bruise if she bumps a little, and the wound looks serious and terrifying, but it is actually a small fur, and it will be okay to rub some medicine and wine when she goes out.

The orange civet cat may have realized his misdeeds of hurting people for no reason, and the whiskers on both sides of his face were wrinkled together, and he barked at Jin Jiaojiao/A few times, and his small appearance looked like an apology.

Jin Jiaojiao stretched out her hand and scratched its flat nose, and laughed: "You still have a little conscience."

The orange civet cat feels that she has been forgiven by her master, and sticks out her moist bright red tongue to lick Jin Jiaojiao's fingers.

How could Zhao Bingyu let it succeed, and shrank it in the direction of his arms, and the orange cat's tongue missed the fingers of Jin Jiaojiao, who was close at hand. Jin Jiaojiao frowned and looked at Zhao Bingyu suspiciously, only to see him drag the cat to look at someone's buttocks, and identified it as a male cat by the moonlight.

The orange civet male cat struggled and twisted its body to resist this perverted shameless behavior, Zhao Bingyu patted its curly tail, and thought to himself that my future wife's hand is also something you can lick?

Eventually, the orange civet broke free from his clutches on his own, jumped back onto the bundle, and went to eat the dried fish.

Zhao Bingyu took the cat hair on his body, thinking that it was good to be gone, and it was strange to hold it.

The firewood room without a light was much darker than outside, and Zhao Bingyu talked to Jin Jiaojiao boringly, "Why doesn't your cat look so close to you?" ”

"I've never had a cat, so I don't have much experience."

"And what did you raise before?"

"Dogs"

"What about dogs?"

"After biting me back, I ran away," Jin Jiaojiao replied without emotion.

"......" Zhao Bingyu felt that the more he chatted this day, the more embarrassed he became, "Then what if this cat bites you back when the time comes?" No, it's already done to you. ”

Jin Jiaojiao: "......" this person will never chat.

"You take pleasure in revealing people's scars?" Jin Jiaojiao asked rhetorically.

"Where do I have?" After Zhao Bingyu finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and immediately closed his mouth.

The firewood room was already deserted, and it was even more eerily quiet if he didn't speak, so quiet that only the orange cat's chirp from time to time, and ......

The sound of a heartbeat?

Jin Jiaojiao thought that something was wrong with her ears, a normal person's heartbeat would not be so violent, and she could even think of a living heart as big as the moon through the beating sound in the air, vibrating violently in a chest cavity as huge as the night sky, and the various blood vessels connected were like iron chains that bound it, and it was crazy and wanted to get out of the depression, so it beat so violently.

And the owner of this heart was standing by her side at the moment, Jin Jiaojiao turned her head to look at Zhao Bingyu, only to find that his whole person was like being put into a steam cage, and he kept sweating out.

"...... you?" Although the weather is hot, it is much cooler after nightfall, and in this confined space, Jin Jiaojiao only feels stuffy.

Zhao Bingyu ripped off his collar a little and kept fanning himself, but it didn't seem to have any effect, he was getting hotter and hotter.

"What's wrong?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was surprisingly hoarse and low, accompanied by his rapid breathing, hooking people up and down in this dim, closed, and quiet space, floating uncertainly.

Zhao Bingyu felt that there was a lingering evil fire in his body, and he urged his internal force to suppress it, but the more he suppressed the heat, the more it expanded uncontrollably, like spring bamboo shoots breaking the ground and butterflies breaking cocoons. At this time, he especially wanted to drench himself in a hearty spring rain and give himself a good time.

Yes, he wanted a pleasure, Zhao Bingyu sat down impatiently against the cold stone wall and bent his legs, but the coldness of the stone wall aroused a stronger desire in his heart, he wanted more and more coolness.

Jin Jiaojiao squatted down and took out a handkerchief to help him wipe the dense sweat on his forehead, and as soon as his hand touched his hot skin, Zhao Bingyu suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly like a person who had been thirsty in the desert for three days and three nights and finally found a sweet spring, and the handkerchief gently fell on Zhao Bingyu's curled legs.

He shook it very hard, lowered his eyes, and muttered something with two thin lips, Jin Jiaojiao thought he was talking to herself, and she couldn't hear it clearly, so she leaned closer to him.

Zhao Bingyu was distracted and tormented, and he struggled to maintain the last trace of clarity by reciting the Jingjing Sutra taught to him by his master Chisong Zhenren. This trace of clarity cracked the moment Jin Jiaojiao came over. He was as keen as a beast and smelled a faint scent of jasmine, which was refreshing. The body gave the most honest response, and Zhao Bingyu leaned over to the side of Jin Jiaojiao's body, trying to grab more fragrance.

His scorching gasps sprayed on Jin Jiaojiao's neck, ears, and bare airborne skin, which made her nerves tingle, and her brain instantly burst into colorful fireworks.

Jin Jiaojiao raised back violently, widening the distance between the two of them who seemed to be grinding their ears and temples. The fragrance of jasmine that lingered between Zhao Bingyu's snorts was as light as water, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, his voice was sticky in the night. The skin all over the body is covered with a layer of blood, showing a faint pink, the tails of the eyes are red, and the agate-like eyes are full of moisture, half lust and half pitiful.