There are always so many sexes every day

Shisan was still a little scared at first, afraid that Song Huanhuan would continue to pester him, but after waiting all morning, no one else came, so Shisan, who was cold on the outside and gossipy on the inside, consciously went to find someone for the first time.

Song Huanhuan was not in the room, Shisan turned around and finally found Song Huanhuan who was molesting the little assassin in the bottom cabin.

"What are you doing?" Thirteen looked at Song Huanhuan who was once again looking ghostly, and asked quietly.

Song Huanhuan circled around the little assassin spread out in the corner, "This kid is so funny, he's afraid of ghosts in broad daylight, and he'll cry when he's scared hahaha..."

The tearful little assassin: "..."

Thirteen: "..." Where did this crazy thing come from?

Huh?What is neuropathy?Forget it, this is not important.

Thirteen really couldn't understand Song Huanhuan's demeanor, so he suddenly said, "Aren't you dizzy?"

Song Huanhuan, who was laughing triumphantly, was taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his hand tremblingly to support the wall: "I'd forget if you didn't tell me..." He pursed his mouth and stared at Thirteen: "Brother Thirteen, you've turned bad..."

Now it was the little assassin's turn to be proud, but before he could laugh out loud, Song Huanhuan said: "Forget it, let's stop here today, little assassin, I'll come back tomorrow~"

Little Assassin: "..." You must not come, it is best not to see each other in this lifetime...

Song Huanhuan moved to Shisan's side, with a weak expression on his face: "Brother Shisan, help me." Then he collapsed directly on Shisan.

Thirteen: "..." What on earth did he go crazy to find this person to torture himself?

The miserable Thirteen dragged Song Huanhuan back to the room, but he was sweating even though the weather was not hot.

After throwing the person on the bed, Shisan wanted to run, but he was a step too slow, and Song Huanhuan still grabbed his sleeve. Shisan thought his lightness skills were pretty good, so why couldn't he shake off the dog skin plaster?

Song Huanhuan naturally didn't know the little Jiujiu in Shisan's heart, so she stood up and said weakly: "Brother Shisan, I beg you to do something, okay?"

"……you say."

"Talk to me, I'm so idle."

Thirteen twitched the corners of his mouth, the egg hurts... what kind of pain is this?

Speaking of it, I don't blame Song Huanhuan for being idle. When he was still in Nanhuan Pavilion, he became a servant after a few days of idleness. Living in dire straits, it was rare for him to have free time.Even if he was tied up by Murong Ang later and shared a carriage with him, he was so nervous that he had no time to think about it or be idle.But since he got on the ship, because of his seasickness, Murong Ang didn't let him serve him any more, and stayed in the cabin all day, his mind was so idle.

Therefore, when Song Huanhuan was finally able to grab someone to chat with, he wouldn't let go even if he was killed.

Therefore, it was a tragedy for Shisan who failed to escape in time.

Patting the edge of the bed, Song Huanhuan asked Shisan to sit down with the corners of her mouth twitching, and then began to ask: "Brother Shisan, what is your real name, how old is this year, and have you married a wife?"

Thirteen:"……"

Song Huanhuan rubbed his chin: "It seems that he hasn't married a wife, so does he have a sweetheart?"

Thirteen: "..." How did you know that he didn't have a wife?

Song Huanhuan tried to observe his words, but Shisan didn't say a word and his face was expressionless. He really couldn't see what this face was expressing.

As a result, the conversation that had just begun immediately fell into a stalemate, and there was a tendency to abort.

Song Huanhuan was naturally not reconciled to letting go of such a great opportunity, her hands gripped Shisan's sleeves tighter and tighter, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, she was turned pale by a sudden burst of piercing pain.

"Ha..." Song Huanhuan rolled on the bed clutching his chest, and his clothes were soaked in sweat after a while.

Thirteen was taken aback, and then suddenly understood something.

"It hurts...help..." Song Huanhuan suddenly had a feeling that he would be killed by such pain, and he reached out his hand to Shisan, seeking comfort.

Thirteen said in a deep voice, "I'm going to find the master."

It's just that before people could move, the door was opened, and Murong Ang stood outside the door impressively.

"What's the matter with me?"

No need for Shisan to explain, Murong Ang also saw Song Huanhuan's appearance, but his expression was calm, and his brows did not even frown.

"Owner."

"You go out."

"...Yes..." Thirteen glanced at Song Huanhuan, got up and went out, and closed the door behind him.

Song Huanhuan rolled in pain, even Murong Ang didn't have the energy to say anything when he came in.

Murong Ang stood by the bed and looked down at him. After a while, he said slowly: "He gave you medicine?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he was referring to Mr. Mu who was thousands of miles away, so he gritted his teeth and responded softly: "...um..."

Murong Ang said: "He didn't tell me about this, and I forgot about it." After speaking, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Song Huanhuan.

"This medicine is one pill a month. If you don't have it, go to Shisan and ask for it. He will give it to you in the future."

Song Huanhuan tremblingly took the porcelain bottle, and tremblingly pulled out the stopper, but because of unsteadiness in his hand, all the medicine fell on the bed.

Song Huanhuan picked up a grain and ate it, and the pain subsided after a while, and the look on her face improved a lot.

When she regained her strength, Song Huanhuan carefully put all the medicine in and placed it next to her body carefully, only then did she remember that she hadn't thanked her yet...

No, why should he thank you?It was obviously the poison given to him by this person's subordinates, so it has something to do with Murong Ang!

But even though he thought so in his heart, Song Huanhuan still thanked him honestly, whether he was happy or not, in the end it was his life that mattered!

Song Huanhuan got out of bed, stood aside with sleeves rolled up, raised his eyes and glanced at Murong Ang who had been silent all this time, he was sweating all over just now, and now he wanted to take a bath urgently, but this person didn't leave, and he didn't dare to chase him away.

Murong Ang sat on a chair beside him, twirling the jade wrench on his thumb, and said: "There are still three days left, the teaching is no different than the outside, you have to be careful in what you say and do..."

Song Huanhuan was slightly taken aback, did this come to tell him?

Song Huanhuan was a little moved.

"If nothing happens, you will be fine with Shisan from now on."

Song Huanhuan nodded hastily. He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running. He has read so many novels full of conspiracy and conspiracy. He always has a good understanding of where he is going now, so he will naturally be on guard.

As for Shisan, it doesn't matter that Murong Angti and Song Huanhuan will take the initiative to pick it up. Apart from other things, he only said that he will go to Shisan to find the antidote in the future, and he will hug Shisan's thigh desperately and not let go. of.

After finishing what he needed to say, Murong Ang stood up, glanced at Song Huanhuan with a complicated expression, who was obviously distracted, and strode away.

Song Huanhuan smiled and said, "Seventh Young Master, let's go~" I can finally take a bath.

So, single-celled animals are good, they don't think so much, and they don't have so many troubles.

Murong Ang stood at the bow of the boat, followed by Shisan who had remained silent all the time.

"What is he doing?"

Shisan said with a serious look: "I just asked for a bucket of hot water, and I should be taking a bath now."

Murong Ang looked indifferent, Shisan couldn't figure out why he asked this question, so after answering, he continued to hang his head and eyes, as a stump background.

In Murong Ang's heart, he was actually not as calm as he appeared to be.

Strictly speaking, Song Huanhuan should be Song Huanhuan, the fake Ming Huan. Murong Ang has always felt that he is an existence different from common sense. Untraceable resistance...

At the beginning, he really took Ming Huan by his side as a fun guy, teased him from time to time, and his days were not so static.It's just that now, even though I'm still the ignorant, ignorant, obedient and obedient villain, I just feel that something has changed.

Murong Ang thought, he is really sick, he better go back soon, after going back, everything will be the same as before...

"Thirteen."

"Yes."

"Order to go down and let the boat go faster."

Thirteen answered, turned around and went to work.

He clearly ordered the boat to drive slower and more steady, why did it speed up all of a sudden?

Thirteen wondered, the mind of the superior is not something he can casually guess...

Besides, Song Huanhuan happily took a shower, then wore obscene clothes and hair dripping with water, lying on the bed, took out that precious little porcelain bottle, and started counting the pills ==

"One, two, three..." Song Huanhuan said with a serious face, "There are four more pills... This time the one given is too little..."

Song Huanhuan pursed her mouth, feeling really uncomfortable about her life being held in someone else's hands!

However, when Song Huanhuan later learned that some people can only receive it once a month, he immediately felt that he was treated preferentially. Sure enough, it is easier to be satisfied if there is a comparison~

After counting the pills, Song Huanhuan carefully packed them up and hid them. Then she thought in a blink of an eye that just now, Murong Ang said that he would go to Shisan to ask for the medicine if he didn't understand the medicine, so his task now is to hug Shisan's thigh?But looking at Shisan's appearance, it's really hard to hug!

Song Huanhuan hugged the pillow and rolled around on the bed a few times, feeling really irritable in her heart. After thinking and thinking, she finally decided to tease that little assassin—to put out the fire!

So, Song Huanhuan put on a white blouse, and with her hair floating all the way to the bilge, the little assassin who had just settled down for a few hours was unlucky again.

"Aww, there's a ghost—"

Song Huanhuan dug his ears impatiently and rolled his eyes at the little assassin, and said, "Where is the ghost? You are too timid. You know I'm human and you're afraid of wool."

The little assassin covered his mouth with tears in his eyes. He didn't want to be afraid of ghosts either, but he was frightened from childhood to adulthood, and now it's just a conditioned reflex.

Song Huanhuan hummed: "Okay, you also know the reason why I came to you, tell me, do you understand it?"

Hearing this, the little assassin hardened up: "Humph—" He showed a lofty stance that a soldier could kill but could not be humiliated.

Song Huanhuan raised her eyebrows: "Hey, you are still righteous. Although I really want to praise you for being a very professional assassin, but who told you to meet me? Hahahaha, I will let you come and go Back!"

The little assassin sobbed, he couldn't go back QAQ...

Song Huanhuan□: "Do you want to wake up every day and see a ghost (bah) in front of your eyes? Do you want to have a ghost accompany you to sleep every day? Do you want ghosts to visit you every day and tell you ghost stories? Do you want to?"

The little assassin shook his head, of course he didn't want to!

"If you don't want to, just say it quickly."

The little assassin turned his head and resolutely refused to speak.

Song Huanhuan smiled sinisterly: "Don't tell me, right? Actually, it doesn't matter. You are so young and you look pretty good-looking. What if you said that if your skills were wasted and you were sold into a small house?"

The little assassin moved his ears.

"Also, if we release the news that you have already recruited, tell me, will your boss believe it?"

The little assassin glared at Song Huanhuan fiercely: "You despicable villain!"

"You are polite~" Song Huanhuan didn't care at all: "Look, even if you are let out now, you are dead, so why don't you recruit me to save your life?"

The little assassin snorted coldly: "Will you let me go?"

"Uh... well..." Song Huanhuan rubbed his nose, what he said really didn't count.

The little assassin said: "Actually, I don't have anything to say. Everything was contacted by others. I just followed along. I don't know anything about the rest."

Song Huanhuan obviously didn't believe it: "Are you lying to ghosts?"

The little assassin burst out laughing: "Isn't it just lying to you, you ghost..."

Song Huanhuan fell silent. He originally thought that this little assassin was a weakling who was easy to bully, but he didn't expect to be bullied back... Such a big enmity, how could he be worthy of his conscience if he didn't come back with revenge!

Song Huanhuan gritted her teeth and said, "Just wait for the hell every day!"

The little assassin stiffened, he had already foreseen how miserable his future life would be...

Song Huanhuan, who was originally here to vent his anger but finally got angry, ran to the deck in a hurry, his legs went limp as soon as he got back, why did he feel that the speed of the boat had increased?

dizzy……

Song Huanhuan was trembling and squatting on the ground slowly, her face was full of cows, help~

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