The Emperor Cult was choked a little.

He stared at the boy's ignorant eyes casually, his eyes brightly as if he was provoking. The corner of Emperor Xiu's lips curled: "If I want to cure you, can you resist?"

As he said that, he ordered lightly: "Go and take the things by yourself."

What to take?

Qin Shang blinked.

At this time, he could be sure that his master really remembered the past - although he was not sure whether he had completely restored his memories of his previous life or whether his ability to predict his previous life allowed him to know in advance.

But at least it is certain that the owner is in a good mood at this moment.

So Qin Shang was completely despaired and he was no longer nervous. He thought about it and turned around and took the bamboo sword he used yesterday.

He thought the master was just scaring him and it was impossible for him to really be willing to attack him again.

However, the facts quickly proved that his master was still his master, either he lived for a lifetime or got rid of Qin Xiaoshuang's fate.

The bamboo sword is not sharp and naturally has little lethality compared to ordinary swords. But even if it is just a fan, it can be used as a sharp weapon, and it is at least a tool.

Emperor Xiu lay on the couch and looked up the young man in front of him, with his expression calm on his face.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice relaxed and lazy: "I am frivolous and dare to cut off my hair... If I punished both crimes, Qin Shang, do you think I still have a way out?"

Not only is there no way to survive if two crimes are punished together. If the master really wants to be serious, just the one last night will make him die clearly.

Qin Shang pursed his lips. Although he looked respectful and gentle, his bright black eyes were always locked in the noble and unconventional face of Emperor Xiu, and he was reluctant to leave it.

Finally, I can stare at it openly, and the more I look, the more I feel happy.

The young man's face is beautiful and dazzling, and he looks at himself with such a reluctant look. Anyone who puts it on is probably going to melt his heart.

But Emperor Cultivate thought about how to punish him.

"The scepter hurts a lot, and the hand cannot be hit..." Bolan looked him up and down with his eyes, and finally limited it to the position behind the young man's waist and abdomen. Emperor Xiu pointed the bamboo sword in his hand at Qin's buttocks, "How about punishment here?"

The air seemed to suddenly become quiet.

Qin Shang looked at Di Xiu blankly, his eyes slowly lowered, and he looked at his butt in the direction pointed by the bamboo sword in his hand...

Boom.

All the surprises and touches disappeared in an instant.

The boy seemed to be stung by something, and a carp thrust back seven or eight steps away.

Looking at another handsome face that was instantly popular, almost smoking came out.

Emperor Xiu looked at him casually.

Qin Shang bit his lip and looked at his bad owner in disbelief. His handsome face turned red like a large dyed cloth, almost no less than the red clothes he often wore.

The Emperor Xiu looked faint, just two words: "Come here."

Qin Shang hesitated, his face was red, and his eyebrows were tangled: "Master bullies me."

Emperor Xiu didn't say anything else, just looked at him indifferently.

Qin Shang immediately felt his scalp numb, but his eyes fell on the bamboo sword in his master's hand, and he felt that he couldn't bear it... Well, he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't bear it.
Chapter completed!