Male God, a Little Su

"In the dark night hall, do more things and talk less. It's better to treat yourself as a mute. You shouldn't be curious about things that you should be curious about. Never be curious."

"Never be tempted by a man, don't say anything, you need to remember. This is your life. Once you enter this dark night hall, there is no turning back—"

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Hong Fei sprinkled the Jin Chuang medicine on Su Ro's back and wrapped a bandage for her. When Yu Guang swept the blood in the basin, he couldn't help but want to sigh.

"Oh, don't say anything, you really have to be nice to yourself."

Su Yan lowered her eyes, not knowing whether she fell asleep or was awake.

Hong Fei squatted down beside her, trying to reason with her so that Su Yan would not make another mistake.

She knows that His Highness's rule is that there are no more than three things, and everyone has three chances. If it fails three times, it means that this person is useless, will be abolished from martial arts, and will be sent to the Meiye Building to pick up guests.

Hong Fei once went to see those people, and those who had also been high-spirited, wearing tulle, leaned on the collapse.

It was as if he had no bones all over his body.

There are special methods and medicines to train women in Meiye Tower. They have been abolished from martial arts, and they are constantly fed by certain medicines. In the end, he became a servant of Israel, and looked like he couldn't live without a man.

Hong Fei didn't want Silent to become like this.

"Don't say anything, you sleep-"

She was stunned, she had never been so close to Su Yan before.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, and Hongfei realized that her eyes were so beautiful. A pair of thick eyelashes are like butterfly wings, and there is a hint of sleepiness in the eyes at this time, and the eyes are gleaming in the blink of an eye, and the ends of the eyes are flushed.

In an instant, Hong Fei and Yan Gui are linked together!

She should have a fever, and the usual coldness has faded, and if you look closely, you can see a trace of daze in the depths of her eyes. Her lips were red and dripping with blood, and her lips were slightly thick, like ripe peaches, delicate and charming.

Hong Fei was distracted by Su Yan's appearance for a moment, and when she reacted, she stood up uncomfortably. His eyes flickered, his cheeks flushed.

"I'm going to decoct medicine for you. Don't sleep first, wait until you take the medicine before going to bed. With such a serious injury, you will definitely have a fever in the middle of the night. How are you feeling now?"

"Well……"

Su Yan rubbed her forehead, raised her hand and ripped off the hairpin on top of her head, and instantly a waterfall of blue silk scattered down her cheeks.

Her voice was already low and hoarse, but after being injured at this time, there was a bit of laziness and weakness in her voice.

With a bang, he nodded slowly, "Got it."

The ending ticked off.

Hong Fei's heart was pounding, her mouth was open, her throat was dry.

Her eyes fell involuntarily to the front.

The curtain was down, the surroundings were full of gray color, and there was not a trace of pattern on the quilt.

The woman was wrapped in bandages, and the blue silk was like satin, which looked black and bright under the candlelight.

She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes slightly and rested, the pair of butterfly-like eyelashes cast a charming and ambiguous shadow on the lower eyelid.

The quilt only covered her waist, and Hong Fei could clearly see that her shoulder blades were bulging like wings, and the lines of her back were smooth and sunken at the waist.

People who practice martial arts don't have a trace of fat on their bodies.

It's another kind of deceitful person that dries up the mouth.

Even among the carefully trained women in Mei Yelou, Hong Fei has never seen such a style.

Naturally, it radiates from the bones.

It was the first time that Hong Fei was seen on Su Yan's body.