The old man saw that Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, and was very annoyed. He shouted loudly, asking the nurses to come in, but before he could say a word, his throat was slit by the sharp sword! Seeing this, Qing Huan shivered in fright. After Jun Wuya killed the old man, he turned and crouched down in front of her, and slowly stretched out his hand: "Where is your home? Do you want me to take you back?"

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance was unusually handsome, and his whole person showed a warm feeling. Qing Huan looked at him vigilantly, Jun Wuya was also very patient, and still stretched out his hand. In fact, Qing Huan was about the same age as a certain girl. Seeing her so miserable, he couldn't bear it. Hengzhu has already killed this wicked old man, so it would be better to send this girl home.

How could Qing Huan be sent back to "home" by him? After hesitating for a long time, she gently took Jun Wuya's hand, and in the next second, she fainted in his arms.

Jun Wuya was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that she fainted before she could ask her where she lived. There was no other way, so she wrapped Qing Huan tightly in her robe and took her to his Lianjian Villa. Just when he was about to put her on the bed and then call someone to take care of her, the girl woke up, staring at him with a pair of big eyes full of fear, then took the initiative to take off her blue shirt, closed her eyes, and had a long Feather's eyelashes trembled slightly, obviously she was extremely frightened, but she had to appear so calm.

Jun Wuya couldn't help but think of the girl who was spoiled by him. The girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, but she was very willful, and her speech and behavior were full of childishness. Unlike the girl in front of her, who was clearly childish, but revealed An indescribable charm came. He hurriedly turned his back, although the girl was young, but after all, there were differences between men and women, so he must not be abrupt.

Afterwards, he heard a rustling voice behind him. Suddenly, a pair of tender and snow-white lotus arms wrapped around his waist, and a small face was attached to his back. The girl's voice was soft and soft. There is despair that cannot be ignored: "You can do whatever you want to me, just please don't kill me."

He was immediately annoyed, and he didn't know who was so cruel to raise a good child like this. Jun Wuya gently took Qing Huan's hand away, turned around, and she stood naked in front of him.

When the girl's body was about to bloom, the flower room in front of her chest was slightly raised, her waist was slender, her pink buttocks were upturned, and her figure might not be mature enough, but her suet and white jade-like skin was truly something that Jun Wuya had never seen in his life. A girl with such a skin should not be a child of a civilian family who was kidnapped, right?

Before Jun Wuya could think clearly, the girl stepped on his toes, clasped his neck with both hands and pulled down, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his thin lips.

Qing Huan is different from the female ghost Qi Qi. The female ghost Qiqi regarded Jun Wuya as a god, and dared not speak love words all her life, but she was not. In her heart, there is nothing she can't give up, what's more, her body has already been riddled with holes, and it has been done a hundred times, so why not repeat it a thousand times? Qing Huan could see that in Jun Wuya's heart at this moment, he might still have a simple brother-sister relationship with that eldest young lady. If he could seize this opportunity, he would first make an impression in his heart and make him think that he was a woman. Instead of the so-called children, maybe in the future, they will be able to help one more step.

Jun Wuya doesn't know what happened to him, obviously with his martial arts, it's more than enough to get rid of ten girls, but he just stood there stupidly, he is... being molested, and still a little girl ? Just as he was about to push the girl away, the soft and delicate tip of his tongue suddenly poked into his mouth, tangled and tangled, doing everything. Jun Wuya couldn't help but be puzzled by it. After a long while, he could not help grasping the girl's waist, which he held tightly, and gave her a ruthless kiss.

It's not right to kiss and kiss. Whose eleven- or twelve-year-old girl can tease a man so sophisticatedly? ! Thinking of this, Jun Wuya shoved Qing Huan away, but he underestimated his strength. Qing Huan was just a girl who was not at her age. How could he resist this push? Immediately she fell backwards, her soft back slammed against the sharp foot of the bed, but she just frowned, then got up again, walked towards him naked, and asked, "Young master, you save me, don't you think? Do you want me?"

Jun Wuya's words of apology froze in his mouth. He looked at the girl walking towards him, and at a loss he grabbed the blue shirt on the bed to wrap her, but Qing Huan raised her head and looked at him, her long black hair draped over her shoulders. , making her look incredibly small. "If you don't want me, why would you need to save me? If I go back, the result will still be the same."

She really doesn't have the hesitation of the female ghost Qiqi. If she wants to win Jun Wuya's heart, she will not follow the fate of the female ghost Qiqi.

Jun Wuya was a head and a half taller than her, so he could easily see the large bruise behind her, "I didn't..."

"If not, please send me back." Qing Huan raised her eyebrows and said lightly.

There was an indescribable sadness on the girl's body, and Jun Wuya's heart moved, and he said, "You are hurt too badly, you should wait until the injury is healed..." The jade-like skin was covered with whip marks, even the faint visible There were bloodstains all over the secret place. What kind of devil did he have just now to treat an injured woman like this?

"When the old injury is healed, there will be a new one. If the new one is not healed, the injury will be added again. The son should send me back. I can still suffer less." Qing Huan said blankly. Say.

Jun Wuya shook his head: "I will send you back when you are healed."

Qing Huan smiled: "Listen to the tone of the son, could it be that you have to be responsible for me?"

Jun Wuya suffocated, and Qing Huan's smile deepened: "Since I can't, I'd better trouble you to send me back. Mom will be anxious if she can't find me."

Mother?

Only one kind of woman can be called mother, Jun Wuya thought of that possibility, his face suddenly became ugly: "You, you are..."

"Prostitute|female." Qing Huan helped him out. "The other member that the son killed was originally going to open a bud for me tonight. The son saved me. I thought it was the son who wanted to come in person, but now it seems that it is not."

Jun Wuya didn't know what to say, he looked at Qing Huan, saw her lightly mocking eyes, and said, "No matter what, you must stay with me until you are healed, especially when I hurt you just now. I feel guilty for letting you go like this."

He already has an innocent "sister" like the eldest young lady, so Qing Huan must never be the same innocent and ignorant girl again. How could an oiran who grew up in a brothel and was raised by the bustard as a cash cow be a fairy who doesn't understand the world? If she lied, she will be found out sooner or later. It is better to do the opposite and let Jun Wuya see. In fact, in this world, twelve-year-old girls are just like the eldest young lady. There are really not many. .

"Young master looked at my body, kissed my lips, and asked him not to tell mom about this, otherwise, I would never be able to bid for a good price again."

Jun Wuya listened to her expressionlessly saying something extraordinarily realistic, and said, "Don't say that, I..."

Qing Huan took the blue shirt in his hand, put it on, and said, "Qi Qi, thank you son for your help, you are so kind and virtuous, I can't repay you. I'd better ask you to send me back, otherwise, I will suffer more serious injuries. "

Looking at her indifferent and persistent eyes, Jun Wuya couldn't resist her, so he could only say: "Even so, you should apply the medicine first, otherwise you will have scars on your body."

Qing Huan smiled slightly and thanked him, "Young master is still thoughtful. If there is any damage to this body, it will not be able to sell for a good price."

She looked around and saw the medicine bottle in the tray, so she took it and wiped it on her body. The moment she unbuttoned her blue shirt, Jun Wuya hurriedly turned her back, but the next second she heard Qing Huan's cry of pain, he turned around subconsciously, and was fascinated by the lively scene in front of him.

The jade-like girl sat on the bed, holding a medicine bottle in her left hand and covering her left arm with her right hand, which seemed to be unbearable pain. Jun Wuya hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter with you?" He didn't care about men and women, and even he didn't realize that he cared more about girls than the first time they met. stranger.

Qing Huan looked at him pleadingly: "Can you trouble the young master to give me medicine?"

Just as Jun Wuya was about to refuse, Qing Huan said again, "I've seen it, and it's not bad, I don't like women approaching my body, if the son doesn't want to, just find a servant to help me at will. Can."

Thinking that another man would see her graceful body and touch her cold and soft skin, Jun Wuya's heart suddenly flashed with inexplicable anger. He grabbed the medicine bottle, poured out some ointment and squeezed it into his hand, and gave it to him carefully. Qing Huan smeared it, first on her back, then on her arms, and then on her chest.