Chapter 66 The Sacrificial Saint of Xihuan (33)

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The sound was not loud, but the people outside were all powerful envoys with smart ears and eyes. In addition, they greedily leaned more and more on the carriage, trying to get closer to Yu Shu, so they naturally heard the sweet sounds.

The faces of these divine messengers turned red. Their etiquette competed with the voice, and the latter gained the upper hand. They moved closer to the carriage, almost pressing against it.

With Xize squeezing Yu Shu's feet like this, she felt like she was being stroked so comfortably that she purred like a cat.

Catnip essence is amazing. It can satisfy a cat to such a degree. It suits her every step of the way. It’s like it’s tailor-made for her. It’s probably a rare occurrence in a hundred years.

While Yu Shu was thinking about it, Xi Ze moved his fingers to her ankles and pressed them gently a few times through the white socks. As if he felt it was inconvenient, he took off his shoes and socks, sat down opposite Yu Shu, and moved his feet Place it on your lap and continue to press it with a sense of service.

Nishizawa probably knew some medicine, and none of the positions he pressed were redundant. After this, the comfort level doubled.

Yu Shu Yingyu, who had been served carefully, had a layer of heat on her face, and a few strands of fine hair on her forehead were wet. Her eyes were full but still wanted. She was holding the touching spring water in her mouth and asked for more. She didn't look embarrassed at all. , on the contrary, only four thoughts will pop up in the minds of those who see it: The boundless spring scenery.

Nishizawa, who was the only one to witness the girl's expression, had eyes so dark that he seemed to drown the person in front of him. He did not show any ungentlemanly expression, but no one knew that this was the first time he had unbright thoughts.

He wanted to hide the girl in a place that only he knew, so he could only smile sweetly at him and show her the look he had at the moment.

Outside the carriage, the evil god also heard this disturbing sound, and his hand holding the rope suddenly tightened, and he didn't care that his palms were aching.

Whenever he thought that the charming voice coming out of Yu Shu's mouth was because of Xize, the evil god felt that he was now a green turtle being turned green by his cherished wife outside the door, which made him panic.

But the evil god knew Yu Shu's temperament. If he gave up the task of driving the carriage, Yu Shu would throw him out mercilessly in the next moment. He would not behave well.

Under the expressionless face of the evil god, grievance appeared in his eyes.

He and that incarnation are obviously the same person, so why does Xiao Jiaojiao prefer that guy? How is he worse than Caesar?

Yu Shu: Isn’t it like Xize’s skill in serving people that he is like a god?

Feeling aggrieved but not getting into the carriage to slip Xi Ze away from Yu Shu and replacing him himself, the evil god desperately needed to vent his suppressed emotions.

I saw that the divine messenger who was going to be attached to the carriage was indeed a believer of the God of Light, and his behavior was inappropriate.

The evil god thought that there was another group of people coming to snatch his wife in the secret passage. He held the rope and whipped. Those angels who were still immersed in their dreams were either whipped on their hands or on their faces.

These divine envoys are all pampered people with tender skin and flesh. When the Evil God whipped them with no pressure, a clear red mark appeared on their hands and faces. The red mark was on the front. There was blood.

"What are you doing! Why are you driving a carriage? If you don't know how to drive, just get off quickly. We are too young to hurt you. If the saint in the carriage is injured, you will die ten thousand times!"

The whips were whipped for no reason, and the wounds were still so painful that the expressions on the angels' faces could have been filled with several bottles of ink.

But the evil god belonged to Yu Shu. Even if they wanted to drag him out of the carriage and beat him a hundred times, it was best to let his humble life make amends in order to relieve the flesh wounds they suffered.

But they didn't want to make Yu Shu unhappy just to punish such a lowly person.

They still want to slowly figure it out, deliver it to Yu Shu sincerely, and win the beauty's heart. No matter how much they gnash their teeth in their hearts, they can only endure it for the time being.