194 Chapter 194 The Fetish for Broken Sleeves?

"You don't change your pants?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at him. Eight??One Chinese w?w1w. 81zw. com

Hearing this, and looking at her bright eyes, his face darkened: "Just change your shirt."

"Oh." She responded with some pity, and glanced at the trousers, only a little bit, just a little bit...

Seeing the expression on her face, the corner of Hell's mouth twitched. He really didn't want to look any further, so he closed his eyes and looked to the other side.

After taking off the blood-stained shirt, the Hell Lord lay down to rest, and then ordered: "You go to sleep outside, I will call you if something happens."

Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked, "Aren't you taking off your mask?"

This person seems to be wearing a mask all the time, even when sleeping, as if she doesn't want her to recognize him. Could it be someone she knows?

"Go out." Hell Lord glanced at her, his voice cold and hard.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu shrugged and didn't say much. She walked to the outside and lay down on the soft couch. She closed her eyes and couldn't sleep. She was thinking, how to escape? Should she take some elixir away before running away?

The next morning, when Hell Lord woke up, he walked out of the room and saw the figure curled up on the soft couch. The black and green ointment on his face seemed to have dried up overnight, and the surface was slightly cracked. The man was still sleeping and snoring like a pig.

He raised his foot and kicked her foot, only to see her shrank her foot up, murmuring, "Just play, don't disturb me."

He raised his eyebrows, and there was a dim light in his deep eyes. He took a deep look at her, raised his feet and walked out, came to the outside of the courtyard, and ordered the guards to draw water to wash him.

When Chen Shizhong was over, Feng Jiu turned over, but she forgot that the place where she slept was the soft couch. When she turned around, she fell to the ground with a bang, and the sound made Yan who was eating breakfast outside. The Lord heard.

"hiss!"

She took a breath, rubbed her aching arm and stood up. She also woke up. When she looked up, she saw that Yingyi was standing at the door and staring at her with a strange expression. glared at him.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen someone fall to the ground?"

"laugh!"

Ying Yi sneered, nodded, and said, "I've never seen a person fall off the bed even while sleeping. How deeply did you sleep?"

Feng Jiu ignored him, but touched the ointment on her face, which was already dry, and said, "I'll go first." Without waiting for him to speak, she quickly walked out.

When he came to the outside of the courtyard, he saw that Hell Lord was eating breakfast, but he stopped when he saw the delicate meals on his table, and shouted at the guards outside, "Bring me more Bowls and chopsticks!"

Then he went back, rinsed his mouth, and sat down at the table.

"I think you don't mind if I eat together." She took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by the guard, picked up a green dumpling and took a bite.

Her eyes lit up, and she said vaguely, "Yeah! It's still wrapped in gravy, so fragrant!"

Seeing her greedy cat-like appearance, as if she hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, Hell Lord slowed down the meal and ordered, "Have someone bring me another serving."

The casual voice made Ying Yi raised his head in astonishment. Seeing that the master didn't dislike the young man sitting across from him with a face covered in ointment, he even asked him to serve another one. portion of consideration.

The master is very disgusted with women, but he takes good care of this young man, shouldn't it be... Really have the habit of cutting sleeves?