MTL - How to Survive As a Villain-Chapter 7 It is impossible to sleep in a bed.

In the president's Wenli, in the face of Wenxiang's soft-hearted sister's investment, the overbearing presidents must of course hold on to people, and the evil charm smiles: "Little fairy, this is your initiative."

And Xiao Yuan, a president, feels that when someone is going to his own arms and starts to pull his own clothes.

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He turned over, followed by a standard pick, then grabbed the wrist and pressed the arm and pressed the head to hold the person down! !

Hold it down!

After Xiao Yuan pressed the person, the first reaction was...

The road of his own overbearing president has been completely saved!

The person who was held down by him also stunned, and the voice was filled with faint fear and crying: "Imperial, emperor, lighter, good?"

Well, this voice is very soft, very awkward, very cute.

But the voice of a boy!

Xiao Yuan quickly released the person: "Sorry, sorry, you scared me."

The boy was slightly curled up: "Slaves, slaves are not intentional, you don't want to be angry."

Xiao Yuan holds his head.

He later thought of two things.

First, this young king, he is a broken sleeve!

Second, when I took a bath, the red sleeves should be asked if he needs someone to sleep at night!

When the teenager saw Xiao Yuan not talking for a long time, he thought he was angry. He panicked and took out a rope from the bed: "You don't be angry with the emperor. You tied the slaves. Didn't the emperor say that he wanted to take the ruler?" The minions are now ready to take the ruler, the emperor?"

Xiao Yu'an head is even more painful.

He knows that the young king is a broken sleeve, but he does not know that this king is a S!

And also gave birth to a beautiful appearance, subject to heart attack! So dare to challenge the fate! So have any thoughts! So unconventional!

Xiao Yu'an's strange attitude made the teenager panic. He pulled his clothes off, suddenly holding his hands and feet and holding Xiao Yu'an in a winding ring. The clothes fell on his wrists. The clean chest and shoulders were all exposed. The young voice shook his lips. The slaves want it, ask you, give the slave."

Xiao Yuan held down the hands of the people and smiled slightly: "If you don't give it, don't give it."

The teenager suddenly stayed, and the panicked expression was a bit broken.

"Well? Finally calm down?" Xiao Yu'an gently patted the boy's head like his brother, and then reached out to pull his clothes.

Juveniles still said something, and Xiao Yu’an’s unusual behavior scared him to the ground.

"Red sleeves, red sleeves." Xiao Yuan screamed twice, and the candlelight shook outside the door of the palace, and the red sleeves slammed into the door.

The red sleeves were placed around the candle wax, and the palace was suddenly bright. Then she squatted in front of the bed and asked: "The emperor, what happened? Is this slave only waiting for you to be comfortable?"

Xiao Yuan felt that the teenager around him was obviously shivering: "No, he is very good, I suddenly lost interest, you take him back, remember to reward him."

The red sleeve nodded and waited for Xiao Yu'an to lie down again, then blow out the candle and lead the boy to leave.

Surrounded by silence, Xiao Yuan closed his eyes and slammed openly. He subconsciously reached out and tried to touch the cell phone on his pillow. He stretched half and reacted again, silently withdrawing his hand.

Xiao Yuan has a problem.

When he is asleep, there must be someone else's breathing sound. In modern times, Xiao Yuan can use the mobile phone to record and play, but now the situation makes Xiao Yuan feel helpless.

When trying to fall asleep, Xiao Yuan sighed heavily and sat up and squatted at the temple. After a while, Xiao Yuan decided to go out.

At the entrance of the emperor's palace, there were heavy guards, and Xiao Yuan thought about it for a long while, and went over the window.

Then the two guards who kept the window stunned and saw a man jumping out of the window of the palace and rolling on the grass to stabilize his figure.

The two guards quickly pulled the sword and placed it around the man's neck.

Xiao Yuan looked up and looked at the two guards.

The sword in the guard's hand fell to the ground.

......

Xiao Yuan stood up, calmly picked off the weeds on his head, and then patted the shoulders of the guards: "Comrades, hard work, the original window is also guarded."

The guard was photographed with a soft knee and a slam.

Xiao Yuan pulled up people and asked: "Which road guards are less?"

The guard trembled and pointed to a stone path along the guide.

Xiao Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and his hands were behind him and he was going to the gravel path.

The guards quickly shouted: "The emperor, the night is deep, you are single..."

"I am happy to be alone in the phoenix double flying wing."

"can……"

"Poor cold food and clear, can't you talk nonsense?"

"but……"

"But let the Dragon City fly in, and say it to you."

Seeing the guards really dare not speak, Xiao Yuan could not help but sigh: "Three hundred Tang poems, it is the crystallization of wisdom."

After that, Xiao Yu'an took a small tune away, leaving the guards four minds: "What is the 300 heads of Tang poetry..."

The guardian did not bully Xiao Yu'an. The road in the south was really unmanned. Half of the moon was gently laid down with a layer of tulle, and it was lightly squatting on Xiao Yu'an.

The Northland was at the beginning of the winter, the cold wind was sloppy, Xiao Yu'an was thin, and some could not stand it. After a while, he decided to go back. Just as he turned and prepared to return to the original road, the sound of the sound of the remnant sound suddenly came from his ear.