Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

Rong Yuan was really sleepy.

very late.

It was only his first day in this world, and the transition between worlds was a bit draining.

He knocked his head on Xin's neck, hugged Xin's waist, and closed his eyes.

The romantic look on his eyebrows instantly faded.

Now he looks a little cold, more like a ruthless and desireless immortal king.

With each breath, Rong Yuan fell asleep.

There was silence in the room, extremely quiet.

Xin, dressed in black, was silent.

After a long time, he reached out his hand and gently pulled Rong Yuan's sleeve.

But the man just frowned and remained still.

Xin's crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, and then he stopped moving.

In a daze, Rong Yuan felt sleepy and uncomfortable.

He picked up the person in his arms and headed towards the bed.

Putting the person inside, he forced himself to his side and hugged the person.

Xin put her hand against Rong Yuan's chest and struggled subconsciously.

But looking at the slight greenness under Rong Yuan's eyes, he restrained himself.

Obediently held in someone's arms.

After he figured out what he was doing, he frowned a little childishly.

A pair of eyes looked at the curtains blankly, as if they didn't know what to look at and just found something to kill time.

Xin originally thought that she would not fall asleep.

He seldom sleeps and has difficulty falling asleep. He will force himself to sleep for a while only when he has to.

But listening to this man's regular breathing, he felt a little sleepy.

After thinking for a while, he also closed his eyes.

I imitated this person's breathing frequency, exhaling and inhaling, and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning.

Hazy, conscious.

Xin looked at the curtain above her head with a hint of astonishment in her eyes.

He fell asleep.

With an expressionless expression, he took his arms away from his waist and got out of bed.

He untied the tied subordinate and woke up Qingluo.

Qing Luo's lowered gaze saw a black hem of clothes.

Suddenly, she was excited, and the first thought that came to her mind was that it was over, she might never see the beautiful girls in the building again.

"Master." Qing Luo knelt down quickly, fearing that he would kneel down too late.

Before she could admit her mistake and prepare to accept punishment, she heard her master say,

"There is no need to kill Rongyuan."

Qing Luo quickly accepted the order, "Yes."

He is truly worthy of being a master. With such fast movement, he was able to kill that dude even though he was injured.

But when did the master know this dude's name?

Before Qing Luo could think about it, she heard her master's cold mute voice.

"Go find some food and bring it up."

Qing Luo took the order and left, but when he was leaving, he saw a person coming out from behind the screen.

This, isn't this the dude!

Qingluo's heart was in turmoil, but as a good subordinate, the most important thing is not to have unnecessary curiosity.

Since the master said not to kill, just pretend he didn't see it.

Qing Luo, who looked very calm, nodded towards Rongyuan, and then continued walking towards the door.

What did she accidentally see when she closed the door?

That dude was actually sitting with her landlord!

Everyone in Jingsha Tower knew that the owner of the building was not happy to be approached.

Someone once tried to bribe her landlord with her beauty, but her landlord took his life before he even got close.

That list became the only unfinished list in Jingshalou.

The owner's family is gone, and no one is paying him, so why should he take care of it?

Thinking of this, Qing Luo's heart beat unnaturally.

scared.

With her landlord's temperament, she really had no doubt that this dude had just escaped death and was about to be killed by her landlord now.

mourning.

She should be prepared to collect the corpse of this dude later.

indoor.

Rong Yuan sat beside Xin, his romantic peach blossom eyes looking affectionately at everyone.

Suddenly, Rong Yuan covered his chest with a painful expression.

His face became a little pale.

Xin's eyes flashed, and his outstretched hand was grabbed by someone.

"You're poisoned." Xin said calmly.

"What kind of poison?" Rong Yuan's face turned pale and he felt weak, but he still smiled, "It's so powerful, how can you practice it?"

He even had time to think about the expression behind Xin's mask.

It was as if what he had been hit by was just an ordinary poison.

But there is no ordinary poison in the hands of the owner of Jingsha Tower.

There are many poisons without antidotes.

And this poison called "Fire Tree and Silver Flower" is like this.

“This poison is firewood, and only if you take the antidote regularly will you be fine.

It is the poison used to control subordinates in Jingsha Tower, and it is also an ancient secret medicine passed down by the people who originally founded Jingsha Tower.

Once a month, if the antidote is not taken on time, you will be in extreme pain, and eventually your internal organs will burst and you will die. "

After Xin finished speaking, he couldn't tell what he was thinking. He looked at Rong Yuan, as if he wanted to see clearly what he was really thinking.

Is it disgust, disgust, or panic and wanting to run away.

Xin found that she seemed unable to accept such a result.

It would be better for his innocent little god to always smile gently and always look at him with eyes full of warmth.

Yes, warmth.

He couldn't tell what that look was like, he just felt that it made him feel warm all over.

He couldn't help but get closer and want to have it.

Thinking like this, he slowly stretched out his hand and touched the fair neck of the little god.

He didn't want to see such a look.

The murderous intention is like a flood that has opened its gates and cannot be stopped.

Xin's eyes were red, murderous intent surged, and hot emotions were beating in her eyes.

There is no longer the dead coldness when we first met.

and then?

Then he heard Xiao Shenjun say something.

What sentence?

He said: "What about you, have you been poisoned? Does it hurt?"

In an instant, all the murderous intent and twisted obsessions dissipated completely.

Everything seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, only Xiao Shenjun's smile was real.

He was asking me if it hurts?

Does it hurt?

Xin asked herself this.

It doesn't hurt.

He didn't feel any pain at the time, but he just felt that he must kill the person who gave him the medicine.

Then he was hung in a secret cell in the building, and all torture instruments were tried on him over and over again.

He didn't feel any pain at that time, he just felt relaxed.

But now, at this moment, when he thought about it again, he seemed to really feel the pain that penetrated his bones.

Really, it hurts.

He endured it forcefully for countless days and nights.

He didn't shed a single tear, but now he just felt that his eyes were so sore.

Does this count as crying?

Rong Yuan put down Xin's hand and hugged the poor kitten into his arms.

Then the kitten stuffed a small white pill into its mouth.

After a while, Rong Yuan's expression slowly recovered.

The kitten was still huddled in his arms, and the smile in Rong Yuan's eyes became even brighter as he stroked the kitten's back from top to bottom bit by bit.

His lover is really cute.

Just now, he was trying to kill him with all his teeth and claws, but after saying a word, he froze in place with blank eyes.

At a loss what to do.

Then she lay obediently in his arms, motionless.

Time is quiet at this moment.

Time seems to stop here.

There was just a bang at the door, like the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Rong Yuan looked towards the door.

He met the frightened eyes in the crack of the door.

It's the old bustard Qingluo.

She/I came at the wrong time!

Three inner voices sounded at the same time.