Chapter 3:

The clouds under the pavilion roll, I don’t know where the mountains came from, the men’s Tsing Yi and the ink hair danced with the wind.
I have to admit that it was really beautiful and very chic.
If there is a woman at the scene, it is estimated that it will be fascinated.
Bo Yang is not a woman. She only remembers the moment and then returns to God and stops subconsciously. He felt that going over would disturb the other side, but there was only one road down the mountain, just next to the pavilion. Bo Yang was hesitating for a moment and still walked over.
"Sir, don't forget to do the task." I suddenly remembered Xiaoling's voice in my mind.
She didn't mention that Bo Yang almost forgot, and he still had a task of "tweating beauty" not finished!
Bo Yang looked at the man in front of him, his eyes lit up - there is no beauty!
Anyway, Xie Zetian is not afraid of men and women, as long as it is a beauty.
Bai Yang looked around, no one.
The man in front does not look like a muscular full-bodied man, with a temperament and a thin body... Oh, another layer of temperament is the shape of the bones, the strength is not big, it is easy to start.
There is something wrong with the old forest in the wild, and no one will come when the man shouts his throat. No, no, I just want to tease him and don’t want to take him. Anyway, men, psychological endurance should be stronger than women, big deal, run, and he has no loss.
It’s the perfect time for a good time, what are you waiting for?
Bo Yang made a psychological construction for himself, and he quietly approached the pavilion.
The man still stood back to him, probably watching the scenery fascinated, did not find the movement behind him.
Bo Yang quietly walked behind the man. After all, there was some illusion. Bai Yang stood behind the man two steps away from the distance.
The first time I tuned people, the business is not skilled, and the courage is not big enough. What should I do?
After hesitating for a moment, Bo Yang did not endlessly, his teeth bite, and went straight to reach out and touched the man's ass.
I don't know if it's the thought of this body residue or the reason why Bai Yang's attention is too concentrated. I have a thought in my mind - it feels very elastic.
At the moment I touched it, there was a cry in my mind. Xiaoling said: "Mr., the mission is complete!"
Oh, that's great.
Bo Yang was relieved.
The man in front turned slowly, and the handsome face was full of surprise.
Bo Yang’s eyes are a bit flowery – swayed by the beauty of a man.
Eyebrows and handsome eyes, Yushu Qiongzhi.
In reality, he has never seen such a good-looking man. Every inch is like a finely crafted, can not find a trace of defects, perhaps the reason for the virtual world, the use of computer-designed characters is very good.
But why is this face familiar?
and many more……
Bo Yang turned hard in his memory and his eyes widened. He is not... Isn't he the Everlasting Monster, his own boss, BOSS? !
After the memory in my mind was relegated, Bo Yang almost wanted to scream, and the body stepped back and tried to escape. However, just stepping back and stopping again - it was impossible to escape in front of the demon, and was arrested. May die even worse.
The man seemed to be surprised. He probably didn't think that Bo Yang would touch his ass, and then gently picked up the slender eyebrows. It is obvious that his face does not have too many expressions, but the eyebrows in that moment are like spurring the shackles in the air, and inexplicably have the illusion of being dazzled.
This person... is too good to look at.
"Xie Zetian."
The cold voice made Bo Yang return to God, ah, I just touched the big BOSS's ass!
What should we do now?
Ah, I will be killed!
Among the electro-optic flints, Bo Yang remembered that Xie Ze’s days were against the Yongye Mojun’s knees, and the goods immediately slammed into the front of the Yongye Mojun. The loud voice:
Jun, I am not intentional, next time absolutely Don't dare!"
To the extent of the embarrassment, Bo Yang’s own personality and Xie Zetian are still relatively consistent.
There was no movement on the head. After a while, I gently passed a "oh", the tone of voice rose, with a hint of unclear smile.
Bo Yang’s cold sweat came out, and the memory of the Everlasting Monster was not the master of good deeds. He tried to kill and decisively, and none of those who offended him had a good end.
"Jun Shang, I really didn't mean it..." Bai Yang was in a hurry. "I saw a worm on the clothes, and I thought about helping the king to shoot dead insects. I didn't want to offend the monarch. !"
"Is it?" The low voice line is like a quiet stream of water flowing through.
Bo Yang’s cold sweat came out more, and he squatted on the ground:
Jun Shang sin!

You can't escape, ask for a lighter penalty.
Bo Yang’s heart was terrified, and his chin was provoked by one hand. Bo Yang was forced to look up and face the face of Yong Night’s smiling monarch. The face was so beautiful that it was enough for all the women to rush, the corners of the mouth raised slightly, and the eyes were smiling, but the smile did not seem to reach the bottom of my eyes.
"Xie Zetian, Xie Zetian, even if I like to seduce flowers on weekdays, I actually took my head today. Is it that I am too polite to you?"
Bo Yang almost cried out, and was forced to look up and said: "Jun Shang, really not intentional."
Yongye Mojun smiled. He smiled very well. He almost had a gentle taste. However, Bo Yang’s body shook uncontrollably. It was the subconscious mind of the body that was afraid.
"Which hand was touched?"
In this case, in addition to asking for love, there is no other way to do it. Bo Yang’s sleeves can’t help but ask for mercy.
At the same time, I asked Xiao Ling aloud in my mind. "What should I do now? What if he kills me?"
Xiaoling encouraged: "Mr. calm, you are the right assistant of the Yongye Mojun, he will never want your life because of this little thing."
"I understand the truth, but he just asked me which hand I touched. Do you want to cut my hand?"
Xiao Ling was silent for a moment and said: "The hand is broken and you don't have to die. As long as you don't die, there is no problem."
Bo Yang also cried out in a sigh of relief. "I don't want to be a one-armed man."
Xiao Ling comforted: "Mr. Yang has become a hero after one arm, and his heart is further..."
"I don't want to be Yang!" Bo Yang broke down inside.
In my mind and when Xiaoling cried, the Yongye Mojun probably saw that Bo Yang had not answered, and the smile on his face was cold. "Don't let me ask the second time."
The cold tone made Bo Yang hit a spirit, and he realized that the Everlasting Monster was angry, and the Monarch was very angry and the consequences were very serious.
In desperation, Bo Yang had to raise his right hand: "This... this one..."
He looked pitifully at the Everlasting Monster, and said with a weak and helpless voice: "Just, can you not cut my hand?"
A night of the demon glimpse, close to a step carefully to look at Bo Yang, staring at the brow for a while, slightly brows, his face flashed suspicious color, but Bo Yang did not pay attention.
"Jun Shang..." Bo Yang is still begging for mercy.
The Everlasting Monster let go of his chin, like laughing and laughing: "Look at your sincere attitude and spare you."
Bo Yang almost cried, "Thank you!"
"But..." Just finished thanking you, and the nightmare demon said again, "If you don't cut your hand, you have to be fined."
Bo Yang’s face immediately stunned and nervous:
What do you want to punish?
Yongye’s mood seems to be better, although I don’t know why, but Bo Yang’s instinct that he was really angry when he was touched and wanted to kill, but he didn’t know why he was not angry now.
"What do you want, what do you want to punish?" Bo Yang asked with an eye.
"Take off your clothes."
Bo Yang suddenly looked up and couldn't believe what he had heard.
Yong Ye Devil bends his eyes. "Don't let me repeat it a second time."
The fear left in the bone made Bo Yang shudder, and he stood up and undressed.
"Who made you stand up?"
what?
Bo Yang was dumbfounded and saw the gentle smile on the face of Zhang Junmei, who was always in the night. He quickly squatted and opened his belt... but unfortunately did not open.
The first time he wore a costume, he didn't know what he was wearing, but he didn't know how to take it off. He pulled the belt that was tied into a knot, and his forehead began to sweat.
"Xiao Ling, how can this dress be taken off?"
Xiaoling: "Mr. Don't worry, the more you can't solve it, relax, and then you will get rid of it..."
It's easy to say!
Bo Yang screamed in his heart, simply did not endlessly, and directly lifted the magic to tear open the clothes.
With a bang, Bo Yang succeeded in bursting his shirt and took off his clothes very aggressively. At this time, he had only one white trousers left and right. The hawthorn blew, and the slightly loose trousers fluttered in the wind.
His red fruit is on the upper body, his body is white, and he is used to the pampering on weekdays. His skin is delicate and delicate, his muscles are even and smooth, and he is quite a bit worthy of his head.
Yongye Mojun laughed, this laugh seems to be really heartfelt, no longer the kind of scalp and numbness of the previous smile.
"Jun Shang..." Bo Yang asked cautiously. If other people cross over to encounter such a thing, I am afraid that they will struggle twice. If they are not good enough, they will break their mouths. The Baiyang temper is too soft and too embarrassed.
However, because of this understanding, the mood of the Monarch is not so bad, and he did not cut off the hand he had committed.
The demon Lord extended a white finger and gently pointed his pants. "Take off."
"What, what?" Bo Yang stuttered. "Do you want to take off your pants?"
The Lord of the Monarch whispered softly, and the voice seemed to contain magic, and the heart slammed.
Bo Yang didn't feel the magic. He only nervous his pants. He regretted that he had picked the wrong target. He couldn't wait to see the man.
I thought that there was no problem in cultivating a man in the mountains and forests. Now it seems that people who should not call the earth every day are themselves.