Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 941
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One of Si Jin’s hands was held tightly by him, and his breathing gradually became disordered.
I thought it was just a kiss, but who knew…
However, Shang Linyuan still held his hand, smiling and reminding him unhurriedly.
“Jinjin, I haven’t finished painting yet, don’t shake.”
“This sum should fall here.”
“good……”
Si Jin’s hands soon lost control.
After finally finishing a painting, tears fell down.
Drops of drops hit the document, making people feel painfully tight.
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Shang Linyuan put the painting away.
The document shook slightly, and the pen holder and the paper fell to the ground.
In the middle of the night, all the candles in the room were burned out and no one lit them.
The door was closed tightly, not even the moonlight could shine in.
It is especially suitable to close your eyes and listen to the other person’s heartbeat, which is almost at the same speed as your own.
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When he was ugly, Shang Linyuan secretly went out.
He brought a bathtub and hot water in, put the fragile Baiyue Cult Leader in it, and caressed her gently.
Si Jin ruffled the water next to him and blurted out in a hoarse voice: “Why don’t you go to the soup pool?”
Shang Linyuan replied: “It’s a bit cold at night, I’m afraid you’ll get sick.”
“Last time in the soup pool… it was already dawn.” Si Jin leaned on the edge of the barrel and reminded weakly: “You are just ugly.”
“But you vomited a lot of blood last time.”
Shang Linyuan retorted, scooping up some water and gently caressing his superior’s neck, which was full of hickeys.
She sighed distressedly: “How can I bear it, how can I bear it?”
“The great elder said that the prescription you wrote is very good. As long as you drink it for seven more days, you can use the blood Ganoderma to remove the poison. I will set off in three days, okay?”
“Okay.” Si Jin closed his eyes and allowed Shang Linyuan to continue serving.
While my thoughts were wandering, I suddenly thought: Actually, Yu Yan is right, suffering is not bad.
At least in these dimensions, he doesn’t do many things personally, and is almost taken care of, unable to take care of himself.
No, you can’t think like that.
He is the general, the little Tianjun emperor.
Is there any general who can’t defeat the emperor?
Sure enough, Wenrou Township is the Tomb of Heroes, he is really crazy.
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On the second day, Si Jin was awakened by the report from a young disciple in the sect.
“Master Cult Leader, please go to Baiyue Hall and have a look.”
The young disciple knelt on the ground and reported tremblingly: “Shang Deyi is dead. Mr. Shang is furious, saying that you used the flute to control the Gu insect without authorization, and let you pass.”
“No, I haven’t used my breakfast yet.” Si Jin leaned on the bedside, lowered his eyes and ordered: “Tell him, I played the flute last night, but I just played “Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix” to coax the little girl. The lover is just happy.”
“As for the Gu worm, I don’t know anything about it. If he insists on being held accountable, let him kneel down and ask for instructions.”
“I’m in a good mood, so I’ll see him naturally.”
“Yes.” The young disciple accepted the order and left, still feeling frightened.
It’s strange. If it had been before, when the leader heard that Mr. Shang was angry, he would have jumped up from the couch like a frightened bird.
Why are you so calm today?
The Baiyue Sect is probably going to change.
After sending away the young disciple, Si Jin was helped by Shang Linyuan to sit up and eat.
Sure enough, before the meal was half eaten, Shang Qinghan and a group of secret guards rushed over angrily.
He just placed Shang Deyi’s skeleton in perfect shape at Si Jin’s door.
Shang Qinghan’s face turned dark. He relied on the fact that he had someone to protect him. When he opened his mouth, it was like a scolding that healed the scar and forgot the pain.
“Ling Sijin, what do you mean? My nephew died in the grass behind your palace, shouldn’t you give me an explanation?”
“I said that playing the flute can only make people happy. Your nephew is seeking his own death.”
Shang Qinghan was furious: “There should have been some movement before that person died, right? Can’t you hear it?”
“Yes, I was poisoned by my uncle and became deaf, so I can’t hear.”
“Then now I put his skeleton here, you should see it…”
“I can’t.” Si Jin put down his chopsticks, tilted his head and smiled, his voice cold and cold: “I was poisoned by poison. I was blinded by my uncle’s poison, and I can’t see clearly.”
