The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 120 The noble male god, he has been blackened [32]

If she woke up, would she hate him?
He chuckled and slowly leaned down.

...

Shen Lang only felt pain.

It was as if a drill bit had drilled her body to pieces, bloody and bloody.

She woke up in pain.

"..." She moved her legs, and there was a burst of pain like flesh and blood.

"...Wake up, let's have some porridge." The clear and jade-like voice seemed to be soaked in cold air, and his attitude towards her was blunt and straightforward, without a trace of human touch.

Shen Lang's eyes were empty, he stared straight at the exquisite chandelier that faintly glowed with light, moved his fingertips slightly, his heart throbbed with pain, and even his breathing trembled with pain.

— Her left leg was also broken.

It was broken by Shen Zhi's own hands, even the flesh and bones... smashed to pieces.

Even the hammer that smashed her kneecap was still lying quietly aside, in Shen Zhi's gentle and tender eyes, it emanated a cold light strangely.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to help her up, but Shen Lang didn't move, nor did he refuse, because she was already in so much pain that she couldn't move.

Now she is a useless person with both legs completely broken.

As he wished, he could no longer escape from this house, nor could he escape from his love and affection.

...how ironic.

A spoonful of warm porridge was brought to her lips, her eyes were calm, she opened her mouth calmly, and swallowed the porridge.

Shen Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that she would sneer and push the spoon away.

However, that's fine too.

As long as she is obedient, he can give her anything.

The bowl of porridge gradually bottomed out, and Shen Lang's stomach became much warmer, and the throbbing pain was temporarily relieved... After all, when she just woke up, her internal organs were in extreme pain.

Shen Zhi put down the bowl, stared at her darkly, and slowly opened his lips and said, "Your leg is broken."

Shen Lang didn't speak.

"You only have me."

Still no one answered him.

He wasn't annoyed either, and smiled lightly to himself: "Do you think your father has guessed the identity of that impostor?"

"..." The girl's bleak fox eyes finally regained some light, her red lips parted slightly, her voice was a little hoarse, and she said, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." Shen Zhi laughed, stroked her hair lightly, his delicate eyebrows and eyes curved, "tsk, I've been lying down for a long time, and my hair is a little oily."

"..." Shen Fushui rolled his eyes gracefully in his heart.

To meet such a pervert is really a blessing in her eight lifetimes of cultivation.

But after thinking about it, I was relieved.After all, she committed so many crimes before she served her sentence, how could she expect to have a few normal targets.

But she can't bear to say that her hair is oily.

Her hair was so fresh and clean, why did it turn into oil in his mouth?

Shen Fushui glanced at him lightly, tilted his head, and avoided his hand.

"Don't touch."

Shen Zhi slowly put down his hand, and imitated her by tilting his head, and said with a smile on his face, "Shall I wash your hair for you?"

He couldn't wait to enjoy the life of her relying on him wholeheartedly.

He can help her with everything, even if she is a little tired, he is willing to help her.

"...Okay." The beauty had pale eyes and a lazy voice, as if she didn't pay any attention to him, he was just a dispensable existence.

This realization made the teenager smile even deeper.

No, not possible.

He will make her like to depend on him, not only physically, but also psychologically.

He picked up the beauty and went all the way to the bathroom.

Gently and piously caressing her wet hair, the fragrant shampoo foamed up, and the water vapor filled her face, which softened her expression a lot.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said with a low smile, "Is the water temperature right?"

Shen Lang lazily hummed and ignored him.

Her left leg hurts all the time, so it's fine if she doesn't go to the hospital, but this bastard doesn't even give her any medicine.

... Tsk, among the people she knows, there is no one who can beat him.

She let him wash her hair, since there was a free laborer willing to work for her, she had no reason to refuse.

"Do you have someone you like?" She closed her eyes in enjoyment and asked lazily.

"Does this need to be asked?" The boy raised his eyebrows, as if a little surprised.

But half of his face was hidden in the shadow, which made her not see clearly, which was a bit weird.

"Really." She read a sentence lightly, yawned nonchalantly, and said lightly, "...I'm in pain, what should I do?"

Shen Zhi could naturally hear that she was angry.

To be precise, since she woke up, her attitude towards him has plummeted, she loves to ignore him, and sometimes shows a bit of boredom on her face.

But Shen Zhi didn't care, as long as she stayed by his side obediently, that was enough.

"It's okay..." He stroked|stroked her tender and slender calf affectionately, his brows and eyes were curved, "Soon, it won't hurt anymore."

Yeah, it won't hurt anytime soon.

Shen Lang sneered slightly.

Because soon, the nerves in her legs would be completely necrotic, not to mention the pain, even if he cut her leg directly, she wouldn't feel anything.

…In short, she was paralyzed.

Anyway, Shen Lang didn't care, except for some troubles in moving, it didn't affect anything... Anyway, this body is not hers, and everything she suffered was just for the mission.

Seeing that she was absent-minded, Shen Zhi's eyebrows and eyes flashed a cold look, he pinched her chin, and said with a cold smile: "Why do you make me so angry...?"

Shen Lang rolled his eyes at him, clapped his hands, and stretched out his hands towards him.

"Hold me and blow my hair."

"..." Shen Zhi was slightly startled, his brows and eyes were dim, and his thin crimson lips were slightly pursed.

He began to suspect again that she was trying to escape.

However, he still leaned over and hugged her up, and then gave her hair-drying without any complaints.

Shen Lang was wrapped in the warm wind, his whole body was floating comfortably, as if he heard a whisper.

"I love you... madly in love."

She didn't care, the murmur was blown away by the gentle warm wind before it touched her ears.

Since she hurt her, she didn't want his life, she would just crush his heart bit by bit mercilessly, making him...live in pain and struggle for the rest of his life.

"By the way, how is Lin Baoer?" She lazily closed her eyes and took a nap, letting his fingertips run through her hair.

The person behind him paused slightly, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and said, "She has had plastic surgery."

Shen Lang didn't seem surprised, but asked gently, "That counterfeit, is she?"

Shen Zhi hummed, lowered his eyebrows, fixed his gaze on her dry hair, and turned off the hair dryer.

"You threatened her." Shen Fushui said lightly.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame her for being too greedy." Shen Zhi looked pitifully, and gently stroked her chin, "I just told her this possibility...I didn't force her."

"..." Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You have reached some kind of cooperation with her."

Why are you lying to her?

"How could it be?" Shen Zhi bent over her waist and buried her neck, "Except for these legs, how could I be willing to hurt you."

(End of this chapter)