The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

After sending Lan Ye away, Chu Zhiyu couldn't wait to verify the results to Qin Sheng.

"How? Is there any effect? ​​Can it be turned into holy water?"

Qin Sheng held down her restless head that was protruding forward, and turned around with her head as the axis, so that her back was facing Zi Sang Yunyang in the bathtub.

He replied coldly: "I don't know."

Chu Zhiyu was worried for him when he heard his indifferent attitude.

"Then let's go find the little rabbit... the chicken, and test whether the high priest's bath... the holy water has any effect."

Chu Zhiyu turned eighteen corners with one sentence.

She yelled, Lan Ye wasn't there outside, but a hidden guard caught a frisky chicken from nowhere.

"The temple is such a sacred place, did you bring the chicken?"

And judging by the speed of the dark guard, it is obvious that he is familiar with the road.

Chu Zhiyu couldn't help cast a suspicious look at King Qin, "You've been stealing a lot, haven't you?"

The consequence of being unrestrained was that His Majesty the King of Qin rewarded him with a chestnut.

Qin Sheng withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and justified himself, "Although Yunyang doesn't need to eat, the priests living in this palace are all ordinary people, and they do have to eat."

Therefore, the chickens were kept behind by the servants for the priests to eat.

Of course, Qin Sheng didn't intend to tell Chu Zhiyu that the meat was extraordinarily delicious because the chickens were raised in captivity in the temple.

"I see."

Chu Zhiyu suddenly realized.

She turned her hands into claws, and lightly scratched the chicken's body with her sharp nails, and the chicken in her hand let out a wail.

Chicken blood was flowing on the clean floor tiles of the temple, and Chu Zhiyu silently apologized to Zisang Yunyang from the bottom of her heart.

Qin Sheng was holding a ladle full of water.

Sprinkle it on the wound of the chicken.

Chu Zhiyu smelled the smell of fresh blood in the air, and instinctively licked her lips, the scarlet lips were covered with a layer of luster.

"hungry."

"I knew it."

King Qin had an expected expression on his face. He reached out to take the chicken from the hands of the dangerous man and stared at its wound.

Chu Zhiyu, on the other hand, regretfully looked at the chicken that was far away from him.

"My concubine admits that the chicken in your palace is really delicious. You can eat chicken in the most primitive way, which retains the original flavor of the chicken and also has a special flavor."

The king of Qin ignored her, his woman would not fall to the point of drinking blood.

Under the gaze of two people.

The chicken flapped its wings, Qin Sheng let go of his hand, and let the chicken fall to the ground.

The chicken stood up crookedly, and the bleeding from the wound on its body slowed down visibly.

Then, the poor chicken flapped its wings and flew halfway up, trying to get away from the dangerous person.

However, she had been coveting for a long time, and finally got the result, how could Chu Zhiyu, who could make a move, let her go.

She moved like a rabbit, flew over, and easily subdued the chicken in the blink of an eye.

There was a beastly luster in his eyes, and he opened his red lips to bite the bleeding part of the chicken.

A big hand came in.

Chu Zhiyu confiscated it with all her strength, and bit down viciously, like a hungry wolf that hasn't eaten for three days.

King Qin snorted.

Chu Zhiyu held the chicken in both hands, biting the back of King Qin's hand in his mouth.

She blinked her eyes, and the smell of human blood spread out of her mouth.

There is also a stream of dragon energy above the purity, which is hearty.

The greedy little fox not only did not let go of King Qin who had accidentally injured him, but even clenched tightly, sucking blood.

Desperate for more.

Throat rolls.

Qin Sheng: ...

He pressed Chu Zhiyu's cheeks with his other hand, making her open her mouth involuntarily, and finally freed his hands.