The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

The patrol guards did not follow their high priest deep into the country for long.

When I turned the corner and saw a small pond, I stopped.

At the same time, he took out a thick cloth folded several layers long and covered the intruder's eyes, and put on earplugs of moderate hardness and softness that could perfectly block the sound.

It is not difficult for those with high martial arts skills to identify a person's location by sound.

They were well prepared to eliminate any possibility of exposing their position.

After everything was settled, Su Muyou reached out and took the rope that bound the other person's hands.

The rest of the journey was just the two of them.

Ao Yi, who was the most guarded, had his eyesight and hearing affected.

You can only follow the pulling force in your hands and move forward.

He was so obedient and docile, like a puppet whose mind was controlled.

Deep in the jungle, the air is fresh and full of the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

The five senses lost their important senses of sight and hearing, and it felt like a dream.

After an unknown amount of time, Ao Yi sniffed the tip of his nose and suddenly discovered that the smell around him was different from before.

The fresh scent of grass and trees faded, replaced by a heavy smell of rock debris.

The answer came to my mind: It’s almost there.

Su Muyou took Ao Yi into his secret base.

After turning several turns and passing through countless intersections, he headed straight for the room where people were imprisoned.

The road conditions are so complicated that it's hard to imagine you were walking blindly.

Even if the view is not obstructed, people who are not familiar with it will get lost in this maze-like intersection.

Su Muyu lit the torch by the door, and the bursting flames illuminated the interior environment.

He tied the rope in his hand to the iron bar beside the door, picked and chose among a bunch of tools, and finally selected a bundle of iron chains of appropriate thickness.

During this period, Ao Yi just stood there and waited obediently.

He accepted his fate and did not resist.

Su Muyu held the heavy chain easily, his abundant internal strength was like Popeye's spinach.

He slowly tied the man's hands and only removed the man's blindfold after he was done.

The torches were several steps away, and the brightness of the illumination was far from blinding.

Ao Yi easily saw the person standing in front of him.

He blinked slowly.

After a short while, the so-called high priest had changed his clothes.

Although it was a dressing style he had never seen before, it was unruly and wanton.

Without the solemnity and majesty of the priest's robe, the sense of distance was weakened.

But Ao Yi didn't dare to read any more.

His eyes moved up and landed on the other person's face.

The makeup was not removed, and the red lines that made him uneasy were still hanging at the corners of the other person's eyes.

Su Muyou, who was being carefully scrutinized, pointed to his ears, signaling the other party to take off the earplugs himself.

Once we reach our destination, confidentiality is no longer necessary.

Naturally, he was not willing to do such a small thing himself.

Ao Yi was obedient and followed every instruction.

The moment I took off the earplugs, the first thing that hit my ears was the sound of the chains colliding with each other.

Not as nice as the bell on the other side.

he thought.

Su Muyou raised his chin slightly, looking at me with a haughty attitude, and asked, "Why did you break into this place?"

Ao Yi continued to stare at him without blinking, until obvious impatience appeared in his eyes.

He dropped his eyes, "Lost."

I haven't spoken for a long time, and my throat seems to be unaccustomed to this feeling, so my voice is a little hoarse.

Lost in a man-eating forest?

Lie without drafting.

The high priest was not as tolerant towards outsiders as he was towards his own people.

Now his patience was running out, and his eyes were filled with a cold and stern look.

The distance between the two, which was not far to begin with, was pulled even closer.

Su Muyou raised his hand and patted his face in a warning tone, "I like to talk to smart people. I tend to lose interest in conversation with stupid people."

Don't use much force, so it won't hurt when you hit your face.

The insultable nature is strong.

Whether it is action or words.