Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Slavery.

Even in the Three Realms, only a few can accept this apparently asymmetric contract.

Even if the slave contract is double cultivation, it will only benefit the master's side, and it will not benefit the slave's side at all. In the Three Realms, it is only used to retaliate against those who have special features.

Shi Qingyue's finger fell on the paper contract. Her fingers were cold, and she suddenly couldn't breathe.

Like a somewhat aggrieved and helpless shout: "A Luo..."

The medical immortal is considered to be high in her life. She has never bowed her head to anyone when only other people begged her.

This is the first and only time.

Shaking not to look at her, his slender finger pointed a little on the marriage contract, and his voice was cold and smiling: "You don't want to?"

"Since you don't want to, then burn it." The flames of the fingertips swirled, and the corners were scorched.

The incident was over when I burned it. The moment I took it out was filled with the pleasure of revenge, but I was caught off guard when I regretted it.

"Don't--" Shi Qingyue held her hand, her voice was dry, her throat moved, her fingers tightened the marriage deed little by little, "I promised."

Shao Luo was stunned. In fact, she didn't think Shi Qingyue would agree.

She did not even agree, forcibly pressing her seal or--

However, the weak person has reached out his hand to reach for the paper and pen. One hand is pressing the deed, and the other is against the lips and bit the tip of the finger. The blood is dripping on the side, and the tip of the wolf's pen is stained with blood. The slave side wrote his name.

——Shi Qingyue.

She wrote so solemnly, with correct and clear handwriting, as if it were a marriage book once in a lifetime.

The character of Shaoluo was taught by Shi Qingyue, but it is very different from Shi Qingyue's.

The Mozu only learned how to fight and fight since she was a child. She didn't know anything about reading and literacy. Later, Shi Qingyi taught her to write when she was recovering from injuries in Fusai Mountain.

She was afraid that Shi Qingzhao was upset and always studied very seriously, but her talent was limited and she couldn't write well. Later, when she wanted to understand the way of laziness, she turned into its original form and wrapped her around her. The four claws of the dragon claws hugged her. Legs, pulling her out like a baby.

The past came to an abrupt end, her writing was still ugly, and one hand had quietly covered the back of her hand.

The long black hair poured down and swept across her neck, icy cold, Shi Qingyue held her hand and finished writing those two words cherished and importantly.

An ice mirror dug from the bottom of the East China Sea was erected in Yan Mo Palace, and it swayed slightly unnaturally.

She thought that she would see in the mirror the revengeful self, who was indifferent and crazy, and Shi Qingyue who was impossibly perverted. She thought that her expression at the moment must be hateful and mocking.

But no, the two people in the mirror seemed to be a pair of people. Shi Qingyue didn't have much strength on her body, and quietly nestled in her arms. She let Shi Qingyue hold her hand and write, if there were ten fingers, it seemed nothing. The interlocking, intimate.

Why is her face so pale? It's like being wronged.

Shao Luo's breathing was slightly stagnant, and for a moment he became resentful again, beating in the bottom of my heart how could he be so soft-hearted! She deserves to be fooled!

"You deserve it. When in Bodhi City, don't you treat me as a slave too?!"

Gritting his teeth to warn himself, no matter how soft-hearted he is, he must be an idiot.

I was in Bodhi City, but she was led by a chain to go out, and then I was mistaken by the monster for—

Even if it is a slave contract, there is a wedding, but it is quite simple, the folk customs of the Devil are rough, no matter what the marriage is, you have to drink for three days and three nights to give up. Slaves poured wine.

As an immortal grass, Shiqing Barley doesn’t know how to drink, so he pours it on the spot. Surrounded by the demons, his face is getting colder and colder. There is almost three feet of ice around him, and he swayed and stared coldly at the position of the demon. she.

When Shi Qingyue was troubled, he looked back at the people on the high platform, his eyes dimmed when he saw that Shao Luo hadn't stopped him, he turned his head and picked up a jar of spirits and poured his head up.

The exquisite and slender neck swallowed, and a jar of spirits quickly bottomed out. After drinking, the doctor threw the jar on the spot, and asked coldly in the cracking sound: "Is it enough?"

The demons were stunned for a while.

I saw the woman who had finished drinking, holding on to the direction of Demon Venerable step by step. She was so stubborn that she had forgotten to stop her for a while.

For the master-slave contract, the slave cannot be of the same rank as the master. She walked up step by step, and there were demons behind her.

"How can one drink on such a big day be enough?" "Good drink!" "This is not to drink more!"

In the noisy and yelling, only Yaoluo Leng looked at her coldly, and the master and slave could not go to the same level, but she could not go up when she was half a step closer to Yaoluozun's sitting position. Her feet seemed to be in shackles, so she couldn't. Step forward.

Every minute is torn, like a moat, and she needs to separate her flesh and blood before going forward.

The devil bends down and stares at her: "Do you think you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?"

She struggled as much as she could, but it still couldn't. The signed contract even made her knee bend slightly, and there was a faint tendency to kneel down. Shaking down was so easy to watch her embarrassed posture for a while, and she was ready for a mocking tone.

Such a high person should bow his head in front of her.

"Hmm..." Who knows that the man hummed, he actually fell down and curled up on her lap, resting his head on her lap, and shouted, "A Luo..."

Shake down: "..."

At that moment, she was so depressed, she was holding her breath in her heart, unable to come and go, and finally screamed at the group of demons who were still booing.

"What to drink? She is worthy of such a good wine?!"

A group of demons with flaring teeth and claws became honest in an instant, and they did not dare to provoke the demon venerated with frowning hair, and ran to other places to gather for a drink and spend the night.

Shi Qing's barley was so drunk that she was suffocated and swayed to take her back, all the way through the long magic palace and the sword-like heavy snow.

The snow of the Demon Race was mixed with a gust of wind, blowing on people like a knife, swaying to subconsciously cover Shi Qingyue's whole person, and then he was surprised why he did such a thing, and immediately plucked the person from his robe.

Then she heard something drunk by the drunk and unconscious person, she couldn't hold back her ears, and heard that she seemed to be very dissatisfied and protested and stammered.

"I...deserve you...A Luo..."

I am not worthy of such a good wine, I am worthy of you, I am only worthy of you.

"Shi Qingyue!"

Shaking his heart and suffocating again, his angry eyes turned black, his anger couldn't vent, and he almost hit the pillar with his head.

In the end, she couldn't see that she was drunk. Shao Luo forced the alcohol out of her body with a devilish energy, and cursed fiercely: "Do you think it's that easy?"

Shi Qingyue was half awake anyway, and his eyes were slightly open and unable to hold it down. "A Luo, what do you want? I listen to you."

At this point, Mozun sneered, biting a corner of the white earlobe of the doctor immortal, word by word, warm breath sprayed on her cochlea, and fed a medicine into her mouth.

"Pleasure me—"

The medical immortal opened his eyes half drunk and half awake, and a little hazy water vapor was in her eyes. The dark eyes moved, and after a long while, a sudden smile appeared.

The whole person stood up, quickly kissed the corner of Demon Venerable's eyes, rushed up half-drunk and half-awake, and swept the medicine in his mouth into Demon Venerable's mouth.

The voice was still deserted and restrained: "Okay."

Unprepared to shake off: "..."

...

I don't know if it is torture or joy all night, Yan Mogong naturally did not dare to listen to the demons in the corner of the Mozun, only Fengxue heard the voice inside, occasionally a little depressed low voice.

The devil hated it, and she didn't know what she was actually hating, as if she could find fault everywhere, even people who were always lonely refused to speak out would hate to find fault.

"Why? So you don't want to be nice to me, even if you don't want to make a sound?"

After a long time, a weak voice came out incomprehensibly: "You, you told me to stop talking..."

Mozun was stunned for a long time before remembering that it was when she was in the dungeon. She said at the same time, "Don't say it, I won't listen or believe it anyway."

At this moment, she lifted a rock and hit her own foot. She was so angry: "The deity wants to listen, tell me!"

After just waiting for a while, I heard a very cold voice close to her ears and spit out an extremely excessive word. The devil suddenly stiffened, and the drunk held her earlobe, talking about love.

The words of love were heartbreaking, but Mozun was defeated in a moment, and he was extremely angry and sealed the mouth of the medical immortal.

"No more talk!"

"..."

Obviously, it was meant to please myself, and it was also myself who became angry in the end. The Demon Venerable was suffocating in his heart, but it was because of exhaustion that he fell asleep.

When the dawn broke, everything went off, Mozun was lying on the inner forehead with a slight sweat, Shi Qingyue wiped the sweat on her forehead with his sleeves on the outside, frowned at a moment, endured and endured, staggering out. .

She dared to cough fiercely until she fled out of the hall door in a hurry and covered the door. She squeezed the door tightly with her fingers exhausted, and almost buckled the door out of a hole. She dared to remove the sleeves after a while, and it was already splashed. Splashes of blood.

The weakness of the body is becoming more and more obvious-

Shi Qingyue leaned against the door for a long time before gaining some strength and starting to walk outside.

The demon in the hall coldly opened his eyes, staring at the crossbeam blankly, and did not hold back tearing the red clothes in his hands.

When she fell asleep, she couldn't help but grasp Shi Qingyue's hand tightly, but the man was later replaced by a torn piece of clothing.

No hurry, no hurry, why is she anxious? Anyway, there is a slave contract, Shi Qingyue can't escape at all, she can only accompany herself here to fall into the way of demons, and suffer all kinds of human sufferings!

Having said that, she still couldn't take it anymore, her fingers curled up little by little, something surging in her heart, she looked out, watching the man disappear from the end of her sight, and finally a mouthful of blood came out.

Desolate and bitterly chewing her name: "Shi Qingyue——"

After signing the slave contract, the restrictions on freedom were not as strict as at the beginning. Shi Qingyue looked for the route given by the system and heard a roar shortly after walking. The leopard was locked in a remote enchantment, drooping his ears and hearing footsteps. Suddenly the ridges stood up, and she saw her eyes were red again.

This was the first time she had met with Soyue after she came back from the dead.

"You lied to me!" Leopard stood up suddenly, shouting at the people outside the barrier: "You lie to me, you lie to me, you will kill her, the result?!"

Shi Qingyue coughed twice, and his voice called Cough Yue resignedly.

The leopard lowered his head again, and the beast's eyes showed human sorrow.

"You are reluctant to kill her, then, at least you can leave, you can live longer without her..."