Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Talking about domestic violence is just Si Cen's nonsense.

In fact, no matter what Rong Jue did, at most he was just angry... angry for a while.

What can he do with this little pervert who can neither be scolded nor beaten?

The little pervert asked him confidently, "The reason why I suddenly disappeared last time was that I was pulled back to the time and space thirty years later. I guess it's because I don't belong to this timeline, so I can't stay here for a long time. It's not that I wanted to run away on purpose~"

Even if the little pervert didn't say it, Rong Jue realized it.

"You are wearing my binding spell now. Even if you run away for three hundred years, I will catch you back."

It sounds like a threat.

Cen Cen chuckled.

The threat sounds really nice.

"Then I'm relieved. It's just right. Next time I want to come back to see you, I won't have to waste my life. Oh, by the way, he admires you very much and wants to listen to your glorious deeds in this era. Rongrong, you are really amazing..."

It’s more of a yearning than a worship.

Alas, the old monk who was born at the wrong time is quite pitiful~

The little pervert was worthy of the seal of Rong Jue's smooth talk. He praised people very nicely, with different compliments and sweet words, which actually softened the jealous Rong Jue's expression.

He took the opportunity to ask for "fresh water", and finally got Rong Jue's approval under his fawning gaze.

only……

"Your range of activities is limited to this building for the time being. If you want to be chased and hacked by someone with a sword again, you can just go...out."

Si Cen had just been released from the formation. Without any shackles, he rushed over and pounced on Rong Jue.

I have never seen a little ghost jump into the arms of the Taoist priest so actively.

Rong Jue's hands seemed to have thoughts of his own, and he subconsciously caught the other person.

The last word of his speech trembled.

This time it's a real touch and weight.

He held his leg with one hand and supported his waist with the other.

The narrow waist under the palm covers almost two-thirds of it. Only when you actually hold it in your hand will you realize that it is even thinner than you expect with your eyes.

Si Cen hung on Rong Jue's body like a little sloth, smiling, "I don't want to go out and be chased by a stinky old man. Your baby will only be with you. Wherever you go, baby will go, okay~"

Rong Jue scolded him, "Nonsense."

How could you just pounce on him at any time?

Then I couldn't help but wonder, was it the same when he was with Zhang Shenzhi?

She calls me husband with sweet words, touches me affectionately, and throws herself on me whether she is happy or unhappy.

And... he was so skilled when he kissed himself, wasn't he...

Rong Jue had a splitting headache and couldn't think anymore.

Until he felt a pulling sensation on his cheek, he raised his eyes listlessly and met the cunning and lively fox eyes of the little pervert, and saw a little bit of evil emerging in them.

"Is this what you call nonsense? Don't you like it? So~ Then... Cen Cen baby should find someone else to fuck~"

Rong Jue's eyes dimmed slightly, "Who are you going to pounce on?"

The dangerous warning made his words sound particularly cold and chilling.

Even if the little kid pulled his cheek and treated him as a toy, it did not diminish his deterrent power as a top-level Taoist priest in the slightest.

Si Cen shrank his neck and didn't dare to act rashly anymore. "No one, no one. How dare Cen Cen~ I don't want to pounce on anyone except Rongrong!"

She said it in a loud and clear voice, and then she loosened her hand timidly, only to find that she had left red fingerprints on Rong Jue's cheek. Guilt appeared in her eyes, and she rubbed his cheek carefully, pretending that she had not done anything wrong just now, and smiled sweetly at him.

This is the bad thing about cold white skin, even the slightest color can be so obvious.

Rong Jue gave him a cold look and said, "You'd better."

"Come down and stand still. What a sight."

Si Cen pouted and came down reluctantly.

Rong Jue had other things to do, and coming to "interrogate" the little ghost early in the morning had already wasted a lot of time.

Everything that needed to be said had been said. Moreover, the little pervert was now under his own binding spell. Even if he really disobeyed and ran away, none of the Heavenly Masters outside would dare to touch him.

The ghosts raised by the Heavenly Master will have the binding spell unique to that Heavenly Master on them. On the one hand, it is to restrict their activities, and on the other hand, it is also a declaration that they have an owner. It can be seen as a kind of protection to prevent them from being accidentally caught and killed by other Heavenly Masters outside.

Seeing Rong Jue was about to leave, Si Cen was still a little reluctant and followed him like a little tail, "Where are you going? When will you come back? Will you still love your baby when you come back?"

Knowing that continuing to argue with the little pervert would take who knows how long, Rong Jue just turned his head to look at him and raised a finger.

Then Si Cen felt the power of the spell on his ankle.

He was fixed in place, unable to follow.

Si Cen: I’m so angry!

He watched Rong Jue walk away without looking back. Ten minutes later, Si Cen's legs finally responded to his master's call and moved again.

In fact, it’s not that he can’t break through at all...but there’s no need to do so.

After coming to this world, the demon Cen Cen finally "felt down to earth" and began to patrol the territory in this small building~

*

Rong Jue walked downstairs, gave the two servants some brief instructions, asking them not to go upstairs and not to panic if they saw anything, and then he was about to go out.

Aunt Cai looked a little worried. Although she was still afraid of Mr. Rong, it might be because she felt that Mr. Rong looked too weak the last time he had an attack. Aunt Cai, whose maternal love was easily overflowing, couldn't help but say something.

"Mr. Rong, you look a little unwell. Several gentlemen from the association, several people from the Yicheng office, and the old man Rong from our family call every day to show their concern. They say that your health is the most important thing and you don't need to worry too much about the competition. They want you to rest more."

Aunt Cai is not a member of the Xuanmen sect, but she knows that the callers are of high status, and they all think that Mr. Rong needs to take care of his health.

Mr. Ke Rong's complexion has visibly deteriorated in the past few days.

A few days ago, he suddenly fell ill and vomited blood. As a result, he didn't even go to the hospital. Only a few trusted stewards of the Rong family came to take him away. He didn't leave the manor and stayed in Huaiyuan for one night.

He came back the next day as if nothing had happened.

But Aunt Cai could see that Mr. Rong's complexion had not recovered at all.

I don't know what he's been busy doing upstairs these days. In fact, his complexion now looks worse than the day he fell ill.

Aunt Cai is very worried. If Mr. Rong goes out like this, won’t he faint outside?

Rong Jue's tone was as cold as ever, "I'm fine. If anyone calls me again today, just tell them I'm fine."

Rong Jue walked away in a hurry.

Aunt Cai sighed.

"What's good about that? His face is so pale that it has no color at all... Tsk, it's not easy to be a rich and powerful person. He has to go out and work even when he is so sick. Hey, I should stew more soup to nourish the qi and blood in the evening..."