The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

Zhang Xiaoying instantly felt her cheeks burning hot and her chest began beating violently uncontrollably again.

Master, do you think of me as your wife?

Yes, for sure!

Only a wife is qualified to deliver meals to her husband at the company without worrying about the opinions of colleagues.

Ah, hate it, the master is really...

People are not mentally prepared yet...

Like this, if you're so nervous.

It was the first time that Zhang Xiaoying was addressed so intimately by Sang Zhe.

Although it felt a little sudden, the huge happiness still completely enveloped her, leaving her no time to think too much.

She felt her limbs become tense and stiff, and she couldn't help but lower her head slightly and reach out to pick up the food with trembling hands.

But the food he picked up with chopsticks had not yet been put into Sang Zhe's mouth.

Looking at Zhang Xiaoying's bruised face, she became so nervous that she almost lost her mind.

"……ah!"

His fingertips trembled slightly, and the food on the chopsticks fell onto Sang Zhe's pants.

After a brief panic, Zhang Xiaoying was frantically preparing to apologize.

The next moment, Sang Zhe's voice sounded like a devil:

"Hey."

"Why is my wife Xiaoying so clumsy~"

"You are not good. It seems your husband will punish you severely."

In a word.

Let Zhang Xiaoying and Shi Qingyan go.

My heart was lifted at the same time.

(I didn’t feel well today and slept for thirteen hours, so I can only update this once)

(I'm sorry)

26. The Victim’s Desperate Imagination

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Shi Qingyan was very sensitive when she heard these words.

Almost immediately, she had already imagined countless evil and obscene plots that could not be broadcast.

The delicate and helpless little maid was bullied, tortured and abused by the bully master, who would use any trivial matter as an excuse to bully the little maid.

Maybe Zhang Xiaoying lives such a miserable life at home every day.

As long as something doesn't go their way, their master will whip them with a whip in a rage. They will be covered in wounds and look pitiful, but they can only swallow the pain silently.

hateful!

Sang Zhe, you deserve to die!

Shi Qingyan thought with gritted teeth.

On the other side, Zhang Xiaoying also felt a buzzing sound in her head.

He...he calls himself husband.

He calls me Xiaoying wife.

He, he said he wanted to punish people...

Almost instantly, a blush swept across Zhang Xiaoying's cheeks. She heard the sound of her chest beating wildly, and her beautiful eyes dodged nervously.

"Um, um, Master, can we go back and tell you about this?"

"Hey, isn't it too late to go back?"

Sang Zhe pointed at the food on his pants and said, "If I don't fix it now, it will be embarrassing when I go out, right?"

"You are my good little Ying wife... it's okay for you to help your husband solve this problem, right?"

What I mean is, you have to wipe your pants when they are dirty.

but.

Shi Qingyan couldn't see clearly what they were doing.

But through the pale pink curtain.

She could vaguely see Sang Zhe pointing at her lower body.

What——Shi Qingyan’s heart skipped a beat.

He, he he he he he.

What was he going to let Zhang Xiaoying do in public?

What can help him solve the problem?

It can't be a physiological problem, right?

Although Shi Qingyan subconsciously thought in her heart that no matter how cruel Sang Zhe was, he would not do such a shameless thing in front of her and in public.

But, that was Sang Zhe.

Do not know why.

No matter what this man does, it seems that he will never be surprised.

He wouldn’t really... When she thought of this, Shi Qingyan’s cheeks became hotter and hotter, as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her cheeks.

And the other side.

Zhang Xiaoying looked at the stain on Sang Zhe's pants and apologized:

"Yes, I'm sorry, Master. It's my fault for being clumsy. I am willing to accept your punishment."

"Let this slave...help the master clean up first."

After saying that, she squatted in front of Sang Zhe, leaned forward, reached out to take the handkerchief and wipe Sang Zhe's pants.

But from Shi Qingyan's perspective.

On the light pink curtain, Zhang Xiaoying's shadow slowly squatted in front of Sang Zhe's knees.

Then he leaned down.

The shadow of the head overlapped with the shadow of Sang Zhe's lower body.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

A sharp and shrill scream echoed in the cell.

Shi Qingyan was so frightened that her expression suddenly changed. She covered her face and screamed at the top of her lungs as if her soul had left her body.

“No!”

"Xiaoying! What are you doing, Xiaoying! Don't do that kind of thing for him!!!"

“That kind of place… wuwuwu, it’s dirty… I can’t do that…”

Zhang Xiaoying, with a flushed face, carefully and gently helped Sang Zhe wipe the oil stains off his pants.

It’s just that the area of ​​the oil stain is very large.

After wiping it with a handkerchief, not only did the stain not get better, but it became even larger and more noticeable.

"Well……"

A somewhat distressed sound came out of Zhang Xiaoying's mouth.

"Oh, it's so big... What should I do, Master..."

So big?!

What is so big? Explain it clearly, Xiaoying!

What on earth did you do to him!

Although Zhang Xiaoying just expressed her annoyance in a normal way.

But when Shi Qingyan heard that voice at this moment, it seemed to carry a kind of charming and enchanting feeling.

The sound of someone pleasing a man in a subtle and gentle way made Shi Qingyan's heart bleed.

Shi Qingyan felt like she was about to have a mental breakdown.

“No, wuwu, stop it… No, shut up…”

She felt like she couldn't cry anymore.

He could only cling to the railing helplessly and hopelessly, looking at the slightly swaying figure on the curtain, heartbroken.

[Shi Qingyan's strategy progress: 7%, 8%, 9%...]

Sang Zhe, sitting on the chair, remained calm, but his heart was beating fast.

Good guy.

How come it's like riding a rocket?

It's only been a short while and the price has increased so much?

No, what kind of picture is in that woman’s mind right now?

Sang Zhe didn't dare to think about it.

But this is exactly his purpose.

You know, a person’s greatest enemy is often his own imagination.

Many times, suspicion, doubt, and distrust all come from one's own uncontrollable and wantonly expanding delusions.

Shi Qingyan is obviously one of those people who always lives in her own world and survives on her imagination and delusion.

Shi Qingyan was not familiar with Zhang Xiaoying's situation.

She kept saying that she wanted to save Zhang Xiaoying from the clutches of the devil, but in fact, she was just satisfying her own fantasy of being a hero saving a beautiful woman.

Automatically bring Sang Zhe into the identity of a vicious and evil demon cultivator.

I think Zhang Xiaoying is living in dire straits every day.

Since you like to imagine so much, I will imagine it for you.

So Sang Zhe specially made such a curtain.

You can only see shadows but not what actually happened, so the rest is up to your imagination.

Sang Zhe believed it.

Sooner or later, this woman will be driven crazy by her own fantasies.

But the effect was so good that it was beyond Sang Zhe's expectation...

What kind of extremely tragic picture is in her mind at this moment?

After wiping for a while, Zhang Xiaoying saw that it still couldn't be wiped off, so she could only raise her head aggrievedly, her beautiful eyes sparkling and misty:

"I'm sorry, Master... I can't do it anymore..."

"How about, when we get back, I will help the master solve the problem?"

Sang Zhe nodded regretfully:

"Oh. Okay."

"No one's coming this afternoon anyway. I'll just try to hold on until the end of the shift."

"Little Ying, be careful. When we get home, I will punish you severely."

Zhang Xiaoying's cheeks became increasingly red and uneasy.