Yuanwei couldn't bear it any longer, so he took out his sword and pointed it straight at Shen Jiu's neck.
The two of them walked all the way on the grass, one chasing and the other retreating. Then their backs hit the wall in a drunken state, and then they stopped chasing.
Shen Jun raised his neck, more or less deliberately, to let Lao Gong go.
How could the male protagonist not know that he was so drunk that he gave in to him?
If he makes a move, Shen Jun will definitely fight back, and he will definitely not be able to hurt Shen Jun.
Shen Yu really deserves a beating.
He sheathed his sword and said with some frustration: "Lord City Lord, is it fun to tease me?"
Shen Jun replied calmly: "Just, very comfortable."
Yuanwei took a few steps back. It was obvious that daytime was not a good time for an assassination, as the body could easily be discovered. Furthermore, he realized something that he really didn't want to admit. He might... not be able to defeat Shen Jun.
From last night's desperate struggle, Shen Yu was able to do it with ease, as if he was playing with him. Every time he thinks about it, Yuanwei gets very angry.
"The fabric is a bit thick, and your neck has been rubbed red." Shen Jun saw this and said, stepping forward and touching the mandarin duck's tail again.
Yuanwei slapped his hand away and frowned: "Stay away from me."
"What, you're angry? What are you angry about?" She looked deep in thought, "Angry that I touched you last night?"
It was really a question of which pot should not be picked up. As expected, the male protagonist’s eyes gradually deepened.
"Aren't I measuring your size?" The coarse fabric on the male protagonist's body touched his hand last night.
Even though the male protagonist is an assassin, who knows if he is really that rough underneath his clothes.
Shen Jun touched it last night and naturally knew the smooth feeling. So, he didn't want the male protagonist's body to be ruined by such rough clothes.
"Isn't there just a few bad money?" The person involved actually took the initiative to mention the fact that Yuanwei didn't want to recall last night. His face became a little gloomy and he said coldly.
Shen Jun's reaction was completely opposite to his. His expression was calm and leisurely: "Thank you? You humiliated me. I like this very much."
Who doesn’t like being praised for their wealth?
‘Whoosh!’
This sound was not the sound of sheathing the sword. It was Yuanwei getting angry and breaking his rule of only killing people in the dark.
He must kill Shen Ju.
Yuanwei's sword was pointed at Shen Jun again. Shen Jun took his time and looked at him with interest.
Suddenly, Shen Jun actually lowered his head to kiss his sword, and Yuanwei's hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Now, as long as he gently turns the sword, he will be able to cut off the drunken tongue. The mouth that spits out waste will no longer make a sound.
While Yuanwei was thinking about it, Shen Ji had already changed his behavior, invaded his hat, and grabbed his chin. Yuanwei stared at him getting closer and closer to him, and began to panic.
"You want-" Yuanwei's eyes widened.
Shen Jiu blocked his mouth, Yuanwei was angry, the sword fell to the ground, he pushed Shen Jiu with both hands, but the strength was strangely not strong.
Warmth penetrated into his mouth, and his chin was pinched by the mandarin tail, preventing him from biting off his drunken tongue.
For the first time like this, Yuanwei was already at a loss and gradually sank.
After Shen Jun let go of him, Yuanwei sheathed his sword and calmed down his emotions quickly. He reacted even faster, and he directly aimed at the neck where he had long wanted to cut Shen Jun, making a scratch, and then jumped up without looking back. Leave lightly.
Calmly covering the non-fatal wound, Shen Jun jumped up on the wall, feeling the constant moisture in his hands, and looked at the street where the mandarin tail had disappeared.
Could it be that Lao Gong, if you kiss him, he will be gone.