Sima Yang was so nervous that his eyebrows furrowed into a straight line, and his orange eyes showed a twinge of apology: "I'm sorry, I should have stopped my brother! Hueyue, can you tell me where you are injured first?"
Everyone is "dead", so what's the use of talking about it now!
I glanced at Sima Yang with tears in my eyes. My eyes were like turning on a faucet, and I couldn't stop it: "Wow... wow..."
"Huiyue..." Probably frightened by my crying, Sima Yang's hands actually inspected my body without ceremony...
Ouch, if it weren't for the stern expression on his fair face, I would have kicked away this big pervert who took advantage of the opportunity! Fortunately, this is still ancient times, does he have any concept of "men and women can't give and receive clearly"! [
I am really speechless to ask the heaven!
I slapped Sima Yang's hand away, jumped five steps away, coughed a few times, and covered up my face that was already as red as a monkey's ass: "Si..."
An ethereal voice sounded in the corridor behind Sima Yang. It was so ethereal that people couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies: "Second brother... the ceremony will begin soon."
Sima Yang and I were startled at the same time. We both looked towards the corridor and saw Sima Qing leaning against a brown pillar not far away, half-bent his knees, doing Stephen Chow's signature cool moves. The moonlight softly hit his face.
, forming a beautiful shadow. A lively brown goshawk rested majestically on his shoulder, as if patrolling the territory, its eyes gleaming!