The goose feather-like snowflakes fell down one after another, falling on his clothes and hair, solidifying the blood.

I don’t know how long he has been standing, but he can’t remember how long he has been standing. As long as there is still a smell of blood on his body, he has to stand here all the time. If he can’t stand, he will kneel down, and if he can’t kneel, he will faint and lie on the ground.

Just waiting for the heavy snow to wash away the smell of blood on his body.

However, in such a cold climate, heavy snow fell on the body and quickly condensed. How can we wash away the blood?

He soon became a snowman.

Time seems to be still.

His senses were a little lost in consciousness, and his body was a little lost in temperature.

It was cold, so cold that it was as if there was only coldness left in the whole body, with blue lips, and the coldness in the heart was colder than the body.

He thought, just die like that.

Before he fainted, his mind flashed through a short life, and then he was awake as if he was awake, and a thought came to his mind clearly: It turned out that... the Pavilion Master did not like the smell of blood.

Next time.

Next time, he will never let himself be hurt, nor will he let the Pavilion Master smell the blood on his body.

If there is another next time...

Later he didn't die.

The Pavilion Master ordered people to wake him up.

There are so many magic pills in the Nine Pavilions, and as long as he has a breath, he can always save him.

However, that time his internal strength was damaged and his body fell into the root of his illness.

He was recuperating all winter and warming the bed - warming the bed for the pavilion owner.

He became the favorite of the Pavilion Master.

For some reason, it may be because of heavy snow that the mountain is blocked and I have nothing to do.

Maybe it's because the days of recuperation are too boring.

It may also be just because...he himself is willing.

Look, this is Qin Shang.

It looks like the bright and clear moon, but it is actually as lowly as grass and ants.

Later, he was silent day by day, his former dazzling smile slowly disappeared, and the burning light in his eyes also disappeared in silence.

He became very obedient, like a pet.

As his body gradually recovered, he remained obediently and meekly at the top of the Nine Pavilions, continuing to serve the noble pavilion master as a god, and doing his best to do a good job of being a part of the favor.

But something disappeared from my heart quietly.

Time flies and it's another year.

At the end of the summer of the year when he was eighteen years old, the Pavilion Master asked him to go to the Daxia Palace to get something, and he went there.

He broke into the heavily guarded Daxia Palace alone, and was pierced by sharp arrows, and finally recovered the main ebony Nine Dragon Dark Pattern Brocade Box.

When I opened the brocade box, I saw a erotic manual inside. The boy was stunned and thought he had made a mistake. He immediately knelt down and apologized, waiting for the punishment for unfavorable tasks.

But the Pavilion Master picked up the erotic palace booklet with his slender and beautiful hands and looked around casually: "The mission was completed very well, but he was injured again, so I will get the punishment myself."

The boy was stunned.

The task was completed very well?

He thought he had heard it wrong, and he broke into the forbidden palace with strict defense just to get a book of the erotic palace?

Arrows came overwhelmed by the earth, and he was shot... For a book of erotic palaces, he was injured and had to be punished for this...

Time and time again, the boy has lost the energy to think.

He obediently but godlessly took the order to receive the punishment that belonged only to him.

He was even unable to think about whether the Pavilion Master was born ruthless, or was he just disliked him?

But none of these matters.
Chapter completed!