After being carefully placed on the bed by the palace maid, the tyrant was served to bathe in the hot pool.

For a while, only the drunken Chu Zhiyu was left in the palace.

She quietly opened her eyes and sat up, she was here to save her life, not to sleep for the tyrant!

Besides, this tyrant looks at the sick and sick, who knows if it will work, the first time of their fox clan is also very precious.

You have to experience it.

Nope—

She didn't want to sleep.

Just as Chu Zhiyu was distracted, she suddenly trembled, and her whole person shrank sharply, and the clothes on her body fell off the bed.

Then a little head struggled to emerge from the pile of clothes.

This is a little fox with snow-white fur, a petite and cute body, but its face is like makeup, and the faint ink color outlines its round and upturned eye sockets.

There are abrasion marks like flowers between the eyebrows, which are symmetrically distributed.

The edges of the furry pointed ears are also tinged with a hint of ink.

Born more beautiful than a person, a jade-faced fox.

It stretched out its claws and tried to hide the pile of clothes under it, but it didn't move a few times, its little paws were entangled, not to mention, it also hooked the golden gauze clothes.

Chu Zhiyu: ......

I hope that the tyrant will bathe more slowly and enjoy more.

What should I do?

Chu Zhiyu paced on the bed anxiously, and finally took a deep breath and looked in the direction of the tyrant soup pool.

As the saying goes, since you can't solve the problem, then solve the problem itself.

Chu Zhiyu took the futon in her mouth and pulled the folded futon apart to cover her clothes.

Then he jumped out of bed lightly and silently, and ran all the way down the corner to the tyrant's soup pool under the cover of night.

The mist in the soup pool was steaming, and to Chu Zhiyu's surprise, there was not a single palace person waiting inside.

There was no cover near the bath, and the tyrant could spot it at a glance if anyone entered.

Fortunately, the little fox was small and fast, and quickly approached the soup pool, hiding itself in the clothes of the tyrant by the pool.

Qin Sheng realized something, opened his eyes and glanced around, but there was nothing.

He closed his eyes and leaned relaxed against the edge of the pool, his face hazy with moisture.

Chu Zhiyu's mana has only recovered less than 10% now, and she must get close to the tyrant and blow between his mouth and nose to cast a spell to make the hypnotism work.

But the moment she touches the tyrant, the tyrant will inevitably be alert.

Then you can only give it a go.

Chu Zhiyu gambled, betting that the tyrant was a sick man who was powerless, because when the tyrant was playing with her hand in the side hall, Chu Zhiyu found that the tyrant's fingertips were smooth.

At first glance, he was pampered, and he had never touched a weapon at all.

There is only one chance, and success or failure is here!

Chu Zhiyu lowered her body and pounced directly on the tyrant's back, her body was soft, as long as she hugged the tyrant's neck, she could tilt her head and blow at the tyrant.

Pounced!

Chu Zhiyu tilted her head, and couldn't wait to blow on the tyrant.

"Huh?"

The neck of her fate was choked.

The tyrant's eyes were clear, he pinched the gadget in his hand and looked at it, and turned his face away with disgust.

"Where did the puppy come from, and you still want to kiss me?"

Chu Zhiyu: ?

She froze for a moment before she began to struggle, screaming in anger.

Who's the puppy?!

Who's going to kiss you?!

I'm going to blow you out! Blow you out!

Qin Sheng was already ready to throw away this gadget without pity, but when he heard its cry, he looked at it carefully with great interest.

The thin lips set off a wicked arc.

"It turned out to be a little fox."