Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Zhao Huoling's consciousness began to blur under the impact of the drug, and his sanity was like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

He tried hard to stay awake, but the fire in his body burned more and more fiercely, almost burning away his sanity.

His body involuntarily moved closer to Qin Muyue, and every step seemed to be a struggle against his own will.

"You... why don't you just go away!" He covered his forehead and took deep breaths to try to extinguish the evil fire.

"No, I'll just watch here." The girl looked at Zhao Huoling's struggle, and heartlessly lay on her side on the bed, fanning herself with a look of watching a show.

Zhao Huoling didn't know whether he was angry or he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He lost the last bit of his sanity and pounced on the princess. His eyes were red and his lean waist was arched, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

When the girl was caught, a hint of disbelief flashed in her eyes, and her cynical expression froze for a moment.

Zhao Huoling's sharp eyes were full of jade-like gazes. He pressed the girl tightly against the bed, and his nose was filled with the warm fragrance of tea.

He looked at her slightly raised neck, as graceful as the white swan he met by chance, the delicate sweat on it emitting a faint sweet fragrance, and he couldn't help but press his chest against her.

The girl struggled and tried to push him away, her soft, white hands pressing on Zhao Huoling's chest, which was covered with only a thin layer of gauze.

The girl's softness made him groan, and the string in his mind was stretched to the limit.

He gritted his teeth, used up his last bit of strength, pushed the girl away, turned around and rushed towards the bed frame.

With a snap, the bed frame broke, and Zhao Huoling's forehead was cut by the sharp wooden splinter, bleeding. He fell off the bed with all his strength.

The severe pain coming and going made him regain some consciousness. The fragrant gauze of the bed curtain lost its support and slowly fell on the man's head.

His aggressive handsome face was covered like this, with blood beads dotted on his icy skin, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his sharp eyes slightly red because of the love jade, and his diamond-shaped lips had been bitten to look extremely voluptuous.

The girl swallowed, Lord Sword Master looked both beautiful and miserable.

When she wakes him up, she will ask him: Sword Master, you don't want your master to know that you have fallen into prostitution, right?

"You...why are you doing this?" Qin Muyue asked softly.

Zhao Huoling wiped the blood from his forehead and answered in a hoarse voice: "I, Zhao Huoling, will never lose my integrity even if I am imprisoned. I have already remembered what happened today."

The girl was speechless. She didn't do anything. She was just a little lazy. And this made the Sword Master hate her?

Qin Muyue looked at Zhao Huoling's resolute and painful expression, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in her heart.

She knew that although the sword master was in trouble, he still remained proud and unyielding.

She waved her folding fan and said slowly, "Huo Lin'er, I know you don't want to be humiliated here. I can help you leave this brothel."

Zhao Huoling raised his head, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he asked: "What do you want?"

Qin Muyue smiled slightly. She knew that Zhao Huoling was not the kind of person who would easily trust others, especially at a time like this.

She said slowly: "I don't need any promise or reward from you, because I don't think you should be trapped here."

Zhao Huoling's brows were furrowed, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, trying to see through the true intentions of a certain princess.

He knew that in this place full of calculations and exchanges of interests, no one would lend a helping hand for no reason.

But he also knew that given his current situation, it would be difficult for him to escape on his own without external help.

"How can you help me?" There was a hint of doubt in Zhao Huoling's voice.

Qin Muyue stood up, walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and pointed to the street outside: "I have a way to let you leave here without anyone noticing, but you need to cooperate with me."

Zhao Huoling was silent for a while, then nodded slowly: "Okay, I promise you. But remember, if you lie to me, I, Zhao Huoling, will not let you off even if I die."

The girl had a look of having seen a ghost on her face. When Jian Zun was young, he was simply a sinister version of Long Aotian.

[Xiaoying, you may not be a human, but Zhao Huoling is a real dog]

[Daozu, you don’t have to bring Xiaoying along when you scold him]

[Hmm...? This nightmare is a little weird... Daozu, you have to be careful.]

[I can think of the only enemy in this world, the Ghost Dragon Lord, but I haven't found any clues of the evil ways yet.]

[Xiaoying will help Daozu investigate]

The girl looked up at the sky and saw a faint dragon scale pattern covering the entire nightmare realm. She turned to look at Zhao Huoling.

"Hehehe.....hey, Young Master Huolin, I need you to cooperate with me in a play," the girl waved at the 1.8-meter-tall man, motioning him to come closer.

Although Zhao Huoling had his doubts in his heart, the situation forced him to temporarily let down his guard and approach the girl. He whispered, "How do you want me to cooperate?"

Qin Muyue lowered her voice, a sly look flashed in her eyes: "I'll leave some marks on you, so that the brothel madam will believe that I'm very satisfied with you and want to take you home as my concubine."

Zhao Huoling frowned, a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He knew that in order to escape from this place of trouble, sometimes he had to make some sacrifices. He took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, I'll cooperate with you."

When the girl saw that Zhao Huoling agreed, a smug smile appeared on her lips.

She first pinched Zhao Huoling's tight waist with eight abdominal muscles, and then tore the gauze on his body.

Zhao Huoling raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

The girl's fingertips roughly pinched his chest to his waist and abdomen, leaving blue and purple marks, and she was satisfied to see that the other's proud chest muscles rose and fell faster.

"Is this enough?" Zhao Huoling asked forbearingly. The effect of the medicine in his body had not yet disappeared, and he could not help but tense his thigh muscles.

"Next, you just need to act weak and your steps seem unsteady." Qin Muyue whispered to Zhao Huoling and gave him a look, indicating that he was about to start performing.

Although Zhao Huoling was unhappy, he knew that this was the only way out.

At this moment, the girl suddenly pushed the door open and shouted, "Madam, Madam, I like this young man in your family. I want to redeem him!"

The madam outside heard the noise and hurried over. She saw the whip in Qin Muyue's hand and the scar on Zhao Huoling's forehead, and thought to herself that the royal family was just playing with flowers.

But his face was full of smiles: "Hey, Miss Qin, what do you mean? This young man is a distinguished guest of our brothel, how can you take him away casually?"

The girl snorted coldly, took out the stamped gold note from her bosom, and threw it to the madam: "Is this enough to buy him? No one can stop me, Princess Yaoyue, from taking a fancy to someone!"

The madam took the gold note, a trace of greed flashed in her eyes. She knew that Qin Muyue's status was not trivial and she could not afford to offend her, so she could only smile and say, "Your Highness is right, you are right, then please do as you please."

Zhao Huoling followed Qin Muyue, and the two left the brothel one after the other.

Although Zhao Huoling felt humiliated by the girl's methods, he had to admit that she did help him out of the predicament.

A carriage came up the busy street, and when the guard saw the girl, he called for the princess to get in the carriage.