Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

When Zong Gan and Zong Kun opened the door and came in, the young man had returned to his original state, his wrists were tied behind his back with ropes, a few strands of hair fell from his cheeks, and his eyes were tightly closed against the wooden pile.

Zongqian Zongkun exchanged glances with each other, picked up a bucket of cold water, and splashed it all over the boy's face with a "whoosh".

"Stinky boy, wake up!"

Yuan Li's eyelashes trembled, and her eyes opened a small slit.

A dark red light flashed through it quickly, and then returned to the same jet black as before.

Lord Demon King's hair was wet against his face, dripping with water constantly, his chest and front of his clothes were already soaked, and the night wind blew through, bringing a chill.

It was obviously Zong Gan and Zong Kun who had the upper hand, but when they saw the boy pursing his lips and glanced over, they didn't dare to take a step forward, so they had to shout from a distance: "Oh, are you stupid? what!"

The boy finally turned his head, although his face was still soaked with water, it did not affect his beauty in the slightest.

He raised his eyes slowly, his voice steady, "I don't talk to animals."

"Fuck you, dare to call us beasts?!" Zong Gan's face changed, he pointed at the tip of his nose, and his voice rose a few degrees.

Yuan Li chuckled, "You admitted it yourself, I didn't say it."

"You!" Zong Kun patted Zong Gan, "Big brother, what nonsense are you talking to him! He is a prisoner now, so he can only be brave with his mouth!"

Knowing the sea, Qing Ya's voice reminded at the right time: "She's here."

The boy curled his thin lips, his eyes filled with a smile, and said to the two, "That's not necessarily true."

Yuan Li's smile irritated the two of them, Zong Gan directly pulled out the long whip around his waist and threw it at him, "Let's see how hard you can be!"

The long whip was made of rattan, quenched in cold water, and hit people as sharp as a blade.

Yuan Li didn't dodge or dodge, broke free from the rope and stretched out his arm to block the attack, and then grabbed the long whip in his palm with his backhand.

The blow was so heavy that it cut his sleeve directly, leaving a long bloodstain on his arm.

But the young man didn't seem to feel the pain, he didn't frown, he just clenched the hand holding the long whip, and silently confronted Zong Gan.

Zong Gan pulled the end of the whip, his teeth clenched because of the force, but no matter how hard he tried, the straight whip remained motionless.

Bright red blood dripped from the boy's white palm, slid over his beautiful skinny wrist, and then fell to the ground drop by drop from his elbow.

The youth's complexion was originally as white as jade, which made the bloodstain even more shocking.

Zong Gan's face was so hard that his eyebrows almost stood up, but he couldn't get any closer. On the other hand, the young man had a calm look, as if he was not the one who was injured and bleeding.

Just as Zong Gan was about to utter foul language, he scolded this kid for his strange strength.

The strength on the other end of the rope suddenly loosened, and he fell unsteadily to the ground. And the words just on the lips turned into a scream, which was extremely unpleasant.

Seeing this, Zong Kun immediately stepped in to help, the long whip was thrown away, and there was a burst of wind breaking, which was aimed at the handsome and innocent face of the young man!

With a small smile on the corner of Yuan Li's mouth, he sat there calmly, his eyes passed Zong Kun and settled somewhere in the back.

"Sure enough, it's you! It seems that even after ten years, you still have the same short memory!"

A stone hit Zong Kun's wrist, deflecting the direction of his whip and hitting a pillar on one side.