Male God, a Little Su

Zheliu's back stiffened, and his forehead pressed against the cold ground, "This servant knows that Buyu belongs to His Highness, so he doesn't dare to disagree. But Your Highness, Buyu has been loyal to Your Highness over the years, and there is no credit or hard work! Do, don't you really regret it in the future?! I will hate you if you don't speak!"

After more than ten years of hard training, in order to climb to where I am today, I don't know how much I have suffered.

hatred?

Song Guanzhi raised his eyes to look at the misty sky, his hands behind him.

Youyou let out a breath of turbid air, and said lightly: "Then hate it—"

He never made a missed decision in his life, but the decision to push her to Song Chaojiu's side made Song Guanzhi a rare self-doubt.

Did he do it wrong?

*

"Why are you here again?"

Fengman sighed helplessly when he saw her. Looking at the people behind her, for some reason, their expressions looked uglier than crying.

This made him groan in his heart, and he hurried up to grab her wrist, "What's the matter? What did His Highness punish you again?"

Su Yan walked to the table lightly and sat down, poured a cup of hot tea and drank it, and then let out a breath.

Her feet were frozen, bruised and swollen.

Feng Man's eyelids jumped, and she hurriedly squatted down and lifted her feet, wiping with her clothes in distress, "Where did you come from? Why did you make His Highness unhappy in the early morning? You said it! It's really trying to kill me. about you--"

In the interrogation room, Feng Man couldn't ask anymore.

Because he saw the dense red marks under the feet of Su Yan's trousers.

As a man, he couldn't be more clear.

How terrifyingly possessive is this to be able to do something?

"who is it?"

With a cold look in his eyes, he raised his hand and pulled up Su Ro's sleeve, sure enough, there were countless more on her wrist.

It was as if the heart was suddenly held tightly by a big hand, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Did you voluntarily or were you forced to? Who was that person? I killed him for you!"

Feng Man's tone was ruthless, his hands clenched into fists.

He didn't believe it and wanted to check the hem of Su Yan's clothes, but was lightly blocked by Su Yan.

There was a smile in her eyes, "Here, who can force me, who else do you think?"

Feng Man was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't believe it, "You said it was His Highness—"

His breath caught.

But she also felt that Su Yan would not lie. She had seen her kung fu and Feng Man, and if she didn't want to, no one could force her. Unless, this person is someone she can't resist, and she doesn't dare to resist.

There's only one-

Song Guanzhi!

"Then why are you here again?" Feng Man took a deep breath, his voice difficult, "You're still wearing such thin clothes, aren't you cold?"

He stayed in the torture hall for a long time and rarely went out.

He's been busy here recently, and he didn't have time to visit Su Yan, but he kept thinking about it.

Never thought that this meeting would be such a scene.

"Go and burn some more coals."

Fengman put his cloak on her, but Su Yan still refused, she shook her head, "Don't do these things, so as not to hurt you."

After hurting Hong Fei, she didn't want to hurt Fengman again.

Feng Man pursed his lips, "What did Your Highness punish you for? How many whips this time?"

He didn't understand what His Highness was thinking. With his personality, he would never touch a woman he wasn't interested in. It can be seen that he is not unwilling to say anything. That being the case, he spoils her badly and punishes her with blood every day.

"neither."

Su Yan curled her lips, looked at Shang Feng's doubtful eyes, opened her lips and said calmly:

"It's the abolition of skill--"

Stepping on success, yay!