Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 114 The Demon King's Cinnabar Mole ([-])
Boyan shook his head in a daze, and there was a dark light floating in the bottom of his eyes.

His hands were also shaking, like a stiff puppet, explaining in a panic.

But weak and pale.

She stretched out her hand to cover his eyes, inserted a sharp knife into his stomach, and blood gushed out, "Don't blame me as a teacher, as a teacher, I am also for the Three Realms."

She quickly pulled out the knife and pushed him to the ground.

He slowly closed his eyes.

There is darkness and nothingness between heaven and earth.

He seemed to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms and the chirping of birds.

He opened his eyes, and the scenery here is pleasant and beautiful, and he likes it very much.

Then he saw his favorite master, and the pictures kept flashing before his eyes.

The master is holding a man in white clothes. When the man is playing the flute, she is playing the piano. When the man is writing, she is grinding...

Under the red gauze curtain, she smiled beautifully, and her face was stained with a little rouge. She was a charming woman he had never seen before.

She was there, and the man just unbuttoned her clothes and kissed her one after another.

He watched her, met, knew each other, fell in love with that man, and gave birth to a child.

The whole family is under a tree, and their son and daughter Chenghuan are under their knees. They are reunited, and they are so envious of others.

Boyan felt as if a fire was burning in his heart, and he was in great pain.

He struggled tossing and turning, and his body was sweating layer after layer.

[Ding, the current blackening value is 20]

Tan Sang's movement of patting Boyan stopped, and his fingers curled up slightly.

Did she hear wrong just now?
Before she had time to think about it, the child broke out in a cold sweat again.

He is the darling of heaven, although it is not so easy to die, but it is better to have a good impression, after all, her future is still in the hands of this person.

Tan Sang lost a lot of spiritual power for him, and fell on the bed exhausted.

Hearing that Boyan was seriously injured, Yun Si hurriedly took his favorite pastry and went to the main hall.

One day and one night, he woke up slowly.

He rolled his big black grape-like eyes and looked carefully.

The decoration here is elegant, and the air is mixed with faint fragrance.

Yes……

Master's bedroom?
Look at the probing head.

Boyan felt an unspeakable sadness and anger in his heart.

His eyes were also filled with haze.

That dream just now, the person Master likes is Yun Si!
Thinking about it this way made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Boyan simply pulled the quilt over and covered his head, not seeing anyone.

"Boyan, Boyan, look what good things I brought you..."

Grandma's voice was filled with joy.

Then he began to peel off Boyan's quilt with great effort.

"Look, look, look!"

Boyan pulled back the quilt, with unspeakable anger in his eyes, "Yun Si, you are so annoying!"

A piece of dim sum fell off.

Yun Si had big questions in his big head.

Why did my brother want to kill him?

Yun Si has always been held in the palm of everyone's hands, but only the brother in front of him doesn't take him seriously.

But he still likes this elder brother the most, even more than he likes his master, so when he was beaten by Bo Yan, Yun Si's eyes filled with tears.

The two children fell silent for a moment.

After sitting for a while, Bo Yan also felt that it was very boring to be angry, and he wanted to blame Yun Si even though he didn't know anything...

After a while, he picked up the pastry on the ground, and stretched out his hand awkwardly toward Yunsi: "Come here."

"Hey!" Yun Si immediately went happily and sat by the bed.

Boyan gave Yunsi a piece of dessert, and he ate one too. The dessert was too sweet and greasy, but he liked it very much.

It's the kind of liking that I like very much, and I don't want to give up just because I have other things.

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