There are always so many sexes every day

They didn't stay in Nanhuan Pavilion for too long, Song Huanhuan didn't go to listen to the song, and Mr. Qingyu didn't know if he had figured it out or something, and he didn't come to him later, which saved a lot of trouble.

The only regret was that Song Huanhuan never saw Jinhuan again, so he got a letter saying that something was urgent, so he set off early.

Song Huanhuan sighed, separation is the most annoying thing!

When they left, there were two more people, Mr. Mu and Qingzhu.

Song Huanhuan was so happy that she saw her teeth but couldn't see her eyes. She gnawed a couple of mouthfuls of green bamboo in her arms, and then was dragged into the carriage by the dark-faced Murong Ang, and had a love education.

Qingzhu, who was lifted into the car behind by the little assassin, burst into tears when she heard the movement ahead.

The little assassin wondered: "Why are you crying?"

Qingzhu sniffed and said: "My young master finally fell into a good family, I'm happy..."

Mo, the little assassin couldn't help but stretch out his hand to imitate Song Huanhuan and poke Qingzhu's round face, thinking that it was indeed brought out by brother Minghuan, and he was just as dumb as him.

Little Assassin, you are stupid, are you embarrassed to say that others are stupid? !

Song Huanhuan in front of her was tidied up in the carriage, completely exhausted after the sex, and fell into a drowsy sleep along the way, but she also ended up peacefully.

I don't know how Murong Ang arranged it. They didn't stop in the city along the way, so they could only sleep in the wild at night.

Song Huanhuan felt so uncomfortable from the bumps that she didn't even get out of the carriage, and Qingzhu ran to serve her, but she snatched Huang Ying's job.

Thirteen people went to hunt hares and came back. Huang Ying set up a pot on the campfire to cook porridge.

Song Huanhuan was supported by Qingzhu, leaned on the carriage, lifted the curtains and looked out, and saw Murong Ang and Mr. Mu sitting on the side, an unremarkable person kneeling in front of them, whispering something.

"Where are we now?"

Qingzhu stuffed a pillow behind Song Huanhuan's back, shook her head and replied, "I don't know, but after walking for a day, it's not too far away."

Song Huanhuan just asked casually, and didn't care if she knew the answer or not.

Outside, Huang Ying cooked the porridge and sent it to Murong Ang and the others. Murong Ang waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and then pointed to the carriage. Huang Ying understood, so she brought the porridge to Song Huanhuan.

Huang Ying spoke bluntly: "Seventh Young Master ordered, Ming Huan, you are not feeling well right now, so you can only drink porridge."

Song Huanhuan blushed in vain, Huang Ying pursed her lips and laughed out loud.

Huang Ying told Qingzhu to take good care of him, and said that she would bring him barbecue later, and went out too.

Qing Zhu looked at Song Huanhuan drinking porridge, hesitant to speak.

Song Huanhuan said: "If you want to ask anything, just ask. If you want to drink porridge, I will give it to you."

Qing Zhu hurriedly shook her head: "No... I just want to ask... that Seventh Young Master... must have an unusual identity..."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, then put down the bowl, looked at Qingzhu with a serious face, and said: "Qingzhu, I didn't want you to get involved, no matter what his identity is, in this muddy water, every moment is very important. It's dangerous. It's just that you are pulled in now, and it's too late for me to say anything."

Qingzhu's little face was blank.

Song Huanhuan poked his little face and said: "Qingzhu, you must remember that no matter what happens in the future, don't ask anything, and run for your life if you can, you know?"

Qingzhu stared with big eyes: "No, I want to take care of the young master."

Song Huanhuan pinched his face vigorously: "Be obedient!"

Qingzhu was in pain from being pinched, tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she still persisted.

Song Huanhuan had no choice but to get: "Even if you must stay with me, you have to save your life, right?"

Qingzhu nodded: "Qingzhu knows."

What did he know, Song Huanhuan didn't know, she just hoped that Qingzhu would not keep digging into a dead end.

Soon, night falls.

Song Huanhuan couldn't bear it long ago and fell asleep, Qingzhu leaned aside to doze off.

Murong Ang and Mr. Mu who were still sitting in the same place looked indifferent, but they said something that made people unable to be indifferent.

Murong Ang said: "On this day, three waves of assassins came, and they were willing to let people come and die."

Mr. Mu said helplessly: "Who told you to release the news and rush on in such an upright manner? It will only increase trouble, what if you get injured?"

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows: "What am I raising these people for? These people see that if I get hurt again, it will really be the downfall of my heavenly religion."

Mr. Mu shook his head, he couldn't say anything about him, "You're fine, there are three people in the car who don't know how to kung fu, who knows what will happen when the sword has no eyes?"

Murong Ang was silent and did not speak again.

In the middle of the night, the surroundings were pitch black, the bonfire had been extinguished long ago, there were only a few sparks left, and there was no sound except for the crickets.

Suddenly, a feathered arrow came through the air, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Song Huanhuan was awakened by the green bamboo shaking, and only woke up when he heard the sound of swords and swords outside the carriage.

"Sir, what should I do?"

Song Huanhuan let out a soft "hush", and Qingzhu immediately covered her mouth.

He lifted up the corner of the curtain and looked out. It was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Song Huanhuan pulled Qingzhu over and asked him to stay in a corner wrapped in a quilt, and whispered: "We both don't know kung fu, so it's best to stay here and not cause trouble for them. If someone comes, you are not allowed to make a sound ,do you know?"

Just as Qingzhu wanted to speak, Song Huanhuan covered her mouth. In the small space, only the breathing of the two could be heard, and the sound of swords and swords outside seemed far away.

Song Huanhuan was worried, although he knew that Murong Ang was very powerful, but the sword had no eyes, what if he got injured accidentally?

Song Huanhuan knew that there must be someone protecting him outside, because he heard muffled humming from outside the carriage from time to time.

After a while, someone suddenly called out, "Master Ming Huan."

"what's up?"

"There are too many assassins, there may be danger on the leader's side."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Go and help me, I don't have to worry about it here."

The person outside responded and left quickly.

Song Huanhuan touched Qingzhu's head and said, "Don't worry, we'll be fine."

Qingzhu hummed lightly.

Song Huanhuan let go of him and groped around the side of the carriage. He remembered that Murong Ang had put a dagger in the carriage, and he even took a special look at it, it was very sharp.

Song Huanhuan finally found it after groping for a long time, holding the dagger tightly in his hand, he finally felt less hopeless.

With a bang, someone landed on the carriage.

Both Song Huanhuan and Qingzhu held their breath, listening to the movement outside.

Someone lit a torch outside, the car curtain was pulled down suddenly, Song Huanhuan and that person met eyes.

The man's eyes widened and he rushed towards Song Huanhuan.

Seeing this, Qingzhu threw the quilt over, and while the man was covered by the quilt, she pushed Song Huanhuan away and rushed towards him, the man was caught straight and fell off the carriage.

Song Huanhuan felt that her heart was in her throat, she cursed secretly and quickly jumped out.

The green bamboo man was small and weak, so naturally he couldn't suppress the assassin, he was overturned by the assassin, fell to the ground and grinned in pain.

The assassin was already injured, and he didn't have the strength to get up under such pressure from the green bamboo, but he picked up the knife and slashed towards the green bamboo.

Song Huanhuan rushed over in a hurry and wrestled with the assassin.

The injured assassin was also an assassin, and Song Huanhuan was no match for him at all. He was strangled by that man and almost couldn't breathe.

The three of them were in the corner, and the sounds they made were also covered by the sound of swords, so Murong Ang and the others didn't know Song Huanhuan's current situation.

Seeing that Song Huanhuan was in trouble, Qingzhu picked up the stone at his feet and wobbled towards the assassin.

The assassin was hit, but he didn't move his body. Song Huanhuan didn't care about being afraid, and looked at the assassin with the last breath of strength holding the dagger.

The assassin was stabbed in the chest, his eyes were wide open, and he fell to one side.

Just as Qingzhu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, she saw a long cut on Song Huanhuan's chest at some point, and blood seeped out through the white clothes.

"Son—"

In the fierce battle of Qingzhu's cry, Murong Ang and the others were all stunned.

Mr. Mu said: "Master, go over and have a look, and leave this place to us."

Without any hesitation, Murong Ang withdrew and got out.

Song Huanhuan's face was pale, his eyes turned black, and he comforted him, "I'm fine... You said this assassin was wronged cough cough... He was tortured to death by the two of us..."

Qing Zhu burst into tears: "My lord, don't talk, woo woo woo..." There was a lot of blood...

Murong Ang, who heard the voice flying over, saw Song Huanhuan clearly, his pupils shrank, and he let go of the sword, and the sword fell to the ground.

Song Huanhuan's chest was seriously injured, and Murong Ang didn't dare to move him casually, the assassin was almost killed, and Mr. Mu soon followed.

Song Huanhuan had already passed out from the pain.

After inspecting Song Huanhuan's injury, he tapped the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Mr. Mu said, "Qingzhu, go to my car and get the medicine box and quilt."

Qingzhu wiped away her tears and hurried away.

The assassin was quickly dealt with, Shisan led the men to clean up the corpse, and the little assassin who didn't know where to hide also ran over.

Mr. Mu cut open Song Huanhuan's clothes, and he said while healed his wound, "It's just a skin injury, not a bone injury. After taking medicine, it will be fine to rest and recuperate for a while."

Murong Ang kept his face cold and didn't speak. After Mr. Mu helped him bandage his wound, he carefully carried Song Huanhuan into the carriage together with the quilt.

Qingzhu wanted to follow, but was stopped by Mr. Mu, "The seventh young master is angry now, you will only be slapped to death by his palm in the past, now go and help Huang Ying boil some hot water."

Qingzhu nodded with red eyes, the little assassin was worried about him, so he followed.

Mr. Mu looked at the carriage and shook his head. He knew this before, so why did he do it in the first place?

Murong Ang looked at the sleeping Song Huanhuan expressionlessly, and rubbed his face with one hand.

He was arrogant about this matter. He thought that with his own arrangements, he would not be hurt, but people are not as good as God, and things always exceed expectations, and this is the consequence.

Murong Ang thought for an indeterminate amount of time by himself, when suddenly he heard someone outside say: "Dark Armor did not follow the instructions of the leader to protect Mr. Ming Huan, so come here to receive the punishment."

Murong Ang didn't move, but said coldly: "Go to Thirteen and get punished."

"Yes."

Murong Ang raised his hand and stroked along Song Huanhuan's cheek until it came to his neck, and stretched out his hand to grab it.

Before Song Huanhuan was injured, Murong Ang never thought that he would be so important to him.But now, Murong Ang had to admit that Song Huanhuan had become his weakness, once someone found out, it would put him in trouble, just like this time...

Murong Ang's hand gradually tightened, and Song Huanhuan, who was in a coma, felt more and more difficult to breathe, her body unconsciously struggled, and the wound that had just been bandaged opened again...

"Seventh Young Master, what are you doing!"

The author has something to say: the third issue

Don't hit the head, you'll be stupid

I promise, this is the last time the leader is scumbag, and he will be very, very loyal in the future~