Male God, a Little Su

"Try it?"

The woman's tone was extraordinarily soft, faint, and bewitching like a fairy.

Song Chaojiu's body froze, and the coldness and killing intent on his face disappeared instantly.

He raised his hand with a wry smile and asked, "As expected, only women are difficult to raise. You can hold the knife firmly, don't slip your hands."

"Are you afraid?"

Su Yan looked at him with a smile or not.

Men can have no money, but they can't.

It has always been like this since time immemorial.

Mingmen was pointed at by a knife, would Song Chaojiu be afraid?

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, Miss Ayan, quickly take the knife away."

Hearing this, Su Yan not only did not move away, but got closer.

She raised her jaw, her brows filled with arrogance, "Please—"

"you--"

Song Chaojiu gritted his teeth, "I have never asked anyone in my life."

"Oh? Then I don't mind being the first in your life, hurry up!" Su Yan snorted and squinted coldly, "I count three, if you don't say anything, don't blame me for slipping. "

"One, two..."

Before the three words were spoken, Song Chao had already confessed and begged for mercy.

"I beg you, Miss Ayan, be merciful!"

If the subordinates outside the door saw it, they would suspect that their highness was possessed by some lonely ghost.

"laugh--"

Su Yan hummed and threw the dagger on the table.

"I thought you could hold on for a while longer."

Song Chaojiu exhaled, and it was funny to hear the words, "This is fundamentally related to men. In this kind of thing, it's not a hero to be a hero."

"It's good to be able to bend and stretch."

Su Yan curled her lips, took out a folded note from her waist, and stuffed it into his collar.

Standing up, he patted his handsome face frivolously.

"This is your reward."

After all, she walked away with brisk steps.

The peony flowers on the red cloak were extraordinarily delicate and arrogant, Song Chaojiu pinched the note, his heart pounding.

He looked at her back and asked, "Why now?"

Don't you like him?

"This girl is now pleasing to your eyes again."

The woman's lazy voice is getting farther and farther, and it is extraordinarily casual.

Song Chaojiu spread out the note and found that the content on it was actually something he had been investigating for a long time and had no clue. However, now, those answers are completely written on the note.

"who are you?"

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were sharp, and the smile on his face became less and less.

*

"Don't say anything, you're back? Come with me quickly!"

Knowing that someone was following behind, Su Yan calmly entered the Abandoned Prince's Mansion through the back door.

Not long after entering, she was caught by Zhe Liu who was guarding, and hurriedly led her towards Song Guanzhi's yard.

"What happened?"

Su Yan's eyes narrowed when she saw this, and she held Zhe Liu's hand with her backhand, turning her back on the guest.

Go fast with her.

Zheliu was panting and could hardly keep up with Su Yan's speed, she said while panting, "It's Your Highness, when I woke up this morning, Your Highness, for some reason, got so angry and smashed his favorite inkstone. ."

Hearing this, Su Yan suddenly stopped and did not leave.

Zhe Liu ran's eyes were dizzy, and he was caught off guard and crashed into Su Yan's arms.

"No words, why didn't you leave?"

"Master is angry, and I can't solve the problem even if I go. Everything must have a reason, so find out the reason. Since the master is not in danger, then I will go back to the room first."

After speaking, she turned and walked in the direction from which she came.

"Hey, no--"

Zheliu watched her walk away, the woman walked into the snow, her fiery red cloak became the only sight. The snow fell heavily and quickly covered her figure.

I won’t update today. I’m asking for leave. Brin is sick again. He has mouth ulcers and unknown nausea (˙-˙=????) Today’s Brin is also a weak scum.