Go Through My Demon Host

   Chapter 4137 Fanwai: Raiders Failure Guidance (12)

The guard next to    understood and took it from Fei Shiting.

   "Last night when I wrote a compliment book, inspiration came from one set after another. Blessed to the soul!" Fei Shiting blew the rainbow fart.

   "Since that's the case, I'll ask you to copy it again."

"……what?"

   "Until I'm satisfied."

  “…”

  If God gave Fei Shiting another chance to come back.

   She would rather kill herself at the train station than kneel in front of the officer.

   "Okay dear."

   Fei Shiting raised a smile.

The young marshal squinted his long and narrow eyes, the ends of his eyes were raised, lazy and indistinguishable. When passing by Fei Shiting, he paused beside her, raised his fingers in black leather gloves, and pinched them lightly. Holding the woman's neck, the faintly exposed part of the wrist bone was pale and cold.

   "My lord! Be merciful!" Fei Shiting had goosebumps all over her body.

abnormal! ! !

   "Next time, dare to make trouble in front of Mr. Master." The man leaned over, his movements were cold and bloody, the golden tassel on the shoulders of the military uniform swayed slightly, and the buttons were meticulously fastened, elegant and sharp.

   His voice was low and smiling.

   "Give me your life."

  …

   "She's a pervert!!"

"Devil!"

   "Didn't I just say a few more words!"

   Fei Shiting covered her neck with tears in her eyes and complained to the system.

The    system responded with silence.

   Fei Shiting became angrier the more she thought about it, and walked back with akimbo: "No, I can't bear it anymore today, I have to make it clear to her!"

   She walked towards the commander's mansion aggressively, and saw the slender figure of the man a long way away, but she hadn't entered yet.

   That face, collarbone, hands, and legs are all unique.

   is both forbidden and lustful, and cannot be profaned.

   A good person.

  How bad-tempered.

Fei Shiting actually panicked when she rushed back. Looking at the scene from a distance, she didn't know what the officer said to the guard. Standing there, she casually flipped through two pages of the compliment book, and threw it to the guard lightly and stepped inside. Fuzhong.

The    guard threw the praise book along with the cape.

   Fei Shiting pursed her lips.

   The heart is like being pierced.

   I can’t say how painful it is, but I’m not happy either.

   "What's the matter?" the system, "I reluctantly remind you that being emotional about the target is your stupidest choice."

   "What are you thinking?" Fei Shiting scratched her head, "I just feel like I've worked so hard to write for so long, but she doesn't read aloud seriously, it's too much!!! What a dog!"

  “…”

  …

   Zhao Songwan escaped from death and regained a chance to attack, but his body was still very weak.

   Recuperating in a hospital.

   She finally understood that this mission should not be underestimated, and was thinking seriously about countermeasures.

   Two guards suddenly entered the medical hall.

   Zhao Songwan was shocked.

   "Miss Zhao, come with us."

   "What are you doing?!"

   That is the person from the commanding house.

   In their eyes, Zhao Songwan should be a dead man!

   How did they know she was in the hospital? !

   Zhao Songwan's face was pale, for fear of being killed again.

The    guard pointed a gun at her and smiled politely: "Our chief said that we would like to invite Miss Zhao to the commander's mansion to recuperate."

   Zhao Songwan would be a ghost if he believed it.

   But now she can't tolerate her disbelief.

   There is no way to escape.

   can only follow them into the car in disbelief.

that person……

   Covers the sky with one hand.

   What kind of people will you be attracted to?

   Zhao Songwan closed his eyes and his brain was running fast.

  …

   Commander's House.

   Mr. Shirowa is having lunch.

   The young marshal took off his gloves, his long legs overlapped, sloppy and lazy, he just picked up his chopsticks and took a sip.

The    action suddenly stopped.

   Even the expression is not quite right.

   "What's the matter?" asked Mr. Gentleman gently.

   Dyeing the white face and swallowing the dish without changing the color, the thin lips under the tall nose bridge were blushing, and he put down his chopsticks: "Why is it so sour?"

Mr.    sighed and smiled at her, "Sir thinks it's better to put more vinegar in cooking."

  “…”

   Ranbai narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and said nothing.

   looked at each other for two seconds.

   "Forget it." Mo Chen changed the dishes in front of him, his tone was flat and couldn't tell his emotions, "You eat this plate."

Before the    hand was withdrawn, the other party suddenly grabbed his wrist, chuckled softly, and asked inexplicably, "Sir, who is the vinegar jar?"

   "What is Bai talking about?" He looked peaceful.

  Dye Bai slowly walked to the husband's side, the slender figure cast a shadow, the fragrance lingered, and raised his chin: "Because of the cloak? Or because of what the woman said?"

   "Didn't you tell me to throw it away?"

   "This." Ranbai simply occupied half of the seat, and his eyes did not take half a mile from him, "It was indeed thrown away, who knew that she could even bring back the trash."

Mr.    pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

   "I made Mr. angry." Ranbai sighed, his voice seemed to be inexplicably low.

   "No." He frowned.

   "If you are angry, I will also be unhappy." Ranbai Laanlan leaned against his ear, the tip of his snow-white teeth bit his earlobe, and his voice was very low, "Not angry, eh?"

   A syllable that overflows from the throat.

The    tail is elongated.

Mr.    couldn't resist her, his tone was calm: "Don't make trouble, the food will be cold later."

   "Of course it's Mr. important."

   After finishing the meal, the master suddenly asked, "Is there any business today?"

   "No." The young marshal propped his chin lazily and looked at him with thick eyelashes and long and narrow eyes, "You can accompany Mr.

   Mo Chen nodded and said softly, "I think you have."

  “?”

   "Be busy in the study."

  “?”

   "I'm going back to school first."

  “?”

   The color of the dyed white eyes solidified, the long eyelashes cast a dark and beautiful shadow, and the eyes were a little deep, staring at Mr.

   The man nodded to her and left.

   has always been gentle.

   The young marshal crossed his slender hands, slightly touching the bridge of his tall nose.

   Silence.

   Fengluo: "Ahahahahahahahahaha!!"

  An Er: "Ha goose goose goose goose goose goose goose..."

   "One more shout, get out."

   Fengluo said kindly: "Host, you don't seem to be coaxing good people."

  “…”

   Fengluo sprinkled salt on the young marshal's wound: "I'm afraid you'll be sleeping alone in the study tonight."

  Dye White asked lightly, "Is it funny?"

   "...No, it's not funny, but it sucks..."

   "I can't cure Mr., and I can't cure you?" Ranbai squeezed his wrist casually, and his movements were loose and lazy.

   Feng Luo fell silent.

   "By the way, isn't this the male lead script?" An Er was deeply puzzled.

  "?" Feng Luo was at a loss, "Isn't the host the male protagonist?"

  “…”

   seems to be right.

   There is nothing wrong with it.

   Fengluo: "By the way, we are also people with the halo of male protagonists."

  An Er: "But acting feels a bit like a villain."

   "You don't understand this, right? Hooking the heroine's soul and doing the opposite, there is no contradiction between being ruthless and bewitching."

  “6.”

   In short, the closure is quite gloating.

   But he didn't dare to laugh anymore.

   Afraid that the next one will be his sorrow.

   Dyeing white long fingers buttoned the table top, got up, put on a military cap, his movements were calm, and his profile was sharp.

   "What are you doing, host?"

   "Chasing people."

   (end of this chapter)