Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 250 Young Master’s Delicate Body (17)

Bei'er held her chin and looked at the weak Sikong Zhao, only then did she remember what Xie Lingtong had said in the plot.

At this time, Sikong Zhao's cultivation was suppressed due to the outbreak of cold poison in his body. At this moment, he is a helpless young master.

No matter how she handles it, he can't resist. After all, he is very strong, and it is very difficult for him to break free.

Thinking of this, Beier stretched out his hand to hug him in his arms, and stroked the fingertips of the other hand little by little, the manjusawa shining with blood, with a frivolous and frivolous tone on the tip of his ear Said: "It is said that the oiran of the Jiaofang Division is considerate and has extraordinary skills, but I have never heard that the oiran's body is so weak and delicate. Can you stand the training of the benefactor with your small body?" ?”

"And you wear a mask to prevent me from seeing your true face, is it because you are too ugly?"

After saying this, she felt a little regretful. With his character of vengeance, wouldn't he find it in himself bit by bit?
Could it be that he is the one who repays evil with kindness even after the original body bullied him like this when he was a child?

But soon she denied this idea in her heart, not letting herself think about it, as long as she gave him enough care, healed his body, and then tried to make him fall in love with her, then he would definitely not After lingering himself, he hung it at the gate of the city to be exposed to the sun.

Sikong Zhao grabbed her cuff with a thin but well-defined hand, looked at her with a pair of black eyes with a bright light, and said in a weak voice: "Although Yi'er's body is a little bit I'm weak, but I can still bear your...cough cough cough...training, so... Enke, how do you want to train Yi'er?"

"Naturally, I have to do some happy things." The icy blue eyes looked at the bed not far away, blocked by the extravagant red curtain, and the thoughts in the eyes were self-evident.

After speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hug him horizontally, and walked to the bed over there without looking back.

Although Sikong Zhao looks very thin, because of the surprising difference between men and women, especially he is a head taller than himself.

She was holding such a big person, and the morning wine had completely blocked the road ahead, so that she stumbled when she was walking with him in her arms.

Sikong Zhao was in her arms, getting closer to her, and once again, that sweet smell came to his nostrils, because half of his eyes were covered by the mask, so he couldn't see what he was thinking at the moment.

Bei'er walked to the bed and bent slightly, and gently put the person on the bed.

I saw Sikong Zhao's long eyelashes trembling slightly, with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face, he once again looked sideways and approached her neck slightly, and sniffed lightly with his towering nose.

The posture of the two of them at this moment is really ambiguous.

However, Bei'er's attention was not on this at all.

After putting him on the bed, she lowered her eyes slightly and landed on his bare ankle, which was wearing a red bean threaded with red silk thread.

She squatted down, looked at the red beans on his feet, thought for a while, stretched out her slender hands, and exerted a little force.

With a click, the red bean turned into powder.

Because this red bean is a red cloud fruit, Sikong Zhao's junior sister Yu Zhiting tied it on him when he worshiped the old man under the moon, and told him that the red cloud fruit can suppress the cold poison in his body.

It is true that the fire attribute of Chiyunguo can suppress the cold poison in Sikong Zhao's body, but she absolutely does not allow her man to have other women's things.

She didn't really look at him until after all this was done.

This he is wearing a red robe, this outfit, and he is in such a room.

It really seems that the two of them have already married and are entering the bridal chamber.

This thought flashed through Bei'er's mind, and her expression became a little unnatural.

When Sikong Zhao saw her crushing the red bean, his thin lips curved slightly invisible, but disappeared in an instant, and asked with a somewhat hoarse voice: "Why did you break my red bean?"

Bei'er looked up at Sikong Zhao. The silver mask was still on his face and hadn't been taken off. She couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly. It was really an eyesore. She couldn't help but want to take it off. She can't take it off.

The icy blue eyes looked at Manzhushahua on half of his face again, hiding the longing in his heart, reached out and took out a blood-red bead from his pocket, and gently placed it on his white palm, "This is the fire!" Liezhu is much better than that damn Chiyunguo."

"Why did you give me such a beautiful bead?" Sikong Zhao gently twirled the bead with his fingertips, and illuminated it by the candlelight. The crimson bead shone with a blood-red light, emitting a warm temperature in his palm. Let him a little put it down.

He also knew that she had recognized him when he entered the room, but she didn't want to reveal it.

Bei'er looked at Sikong Zhao who was still pretending, gently pushed his hands on his shoulders, and pressed him on the big red bed, his long hair like a waterfall was scattered on it, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Probably... because Yi'er looks too good-looking, so I gave you a little gadget to play with, who will make me happy?" Bei'er Subai's fingers caressed his Adam's apple, and followed it all the way Going up, stopping on his thin lips, the ice blue eyes looked at the dark red lips faintly.

She didn't expect that Sikong Zhao, who put people to death with brutal and brutal methods, would lie on the bed so quietly at this moment, letting himself do what he wanted.

Thinking about it carefully, the few times they met, he always seemed to be this good baby, sick and weak, and he never did his perverted things.

Is there a big gap between the current Sikong Zhao and the future him?
Sikong Zhao looked a little unnaturally at her hot eyes, and the tips of his white and tender ears turned pink.

This was probably the first time he had such close contact with a woman. He didn't expect her body to be so... um... soft?
With a bit of curiosity, he couldn't help holding her soft waist with his slightly thin and bony palms, his Adam's apple rolled and his red lips opened and closed, and he said in a charming voice, "You treat Yi'er so well?" Alright, how do you want Yier to repay you?"

Bei'er's expression paused, and his ice blue eyes flickered together slightly.

repay?

If this guy knows that there is a spiritual stone in the space at the dantian in her body, it can directly cure his cold poison, and if he doesn't repay him, even if he saved his life, he probably will answer. Poach her dantian away without hesitation!

Bei Er approached him slightly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his black and soft hair, and whispered softly in his ear: "If you really want to repay me, how about giving me your body? I I know Yan Yi, the oiran of the Jiaofang Division, is still a chick~"

　Sikong Zhao: It turns out that you are greedy for my body.

　　Bei'er: Just obey me obediently, and hurry up to clean up for nothing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)