( ARC 5 - 9) Quick wear: The host of Bailian is milky and sweet

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Ji Sishen was noncommittal.

He even felt that the fire was not enough, so he deliberately left his breath.

When other people checked, they knew that this was what Ji Sishen did, and he didn't think about others.

Even if they don't stay, it is estimated that others will also push them on the heads of the demons, but Ji Sishen is cheap for them, so that they will not have to deliberately find a bunch of reasons to push them on the heads of the demons.

He Might as well tell them directly that he did it.

If you want revenge or what you want to do, just look for him.

The system has nothing to say about it.

But he was worried about something, but he didn't say anything.

But in fact, the system's worry seems to be superfluous, just now Ji Sishen just recalled bad things for a moment.

But now Ji Sishen has forgotten everything, just like a person who is immersed in pain, and the pain makes his nerves unbearable, and sometimes those bad things are completely and selectively forgotten.

But Ji Sishen knew very well that he really wasn't a good person.

Therefore, he has no regrets for the Xi family.

Abandoning the thoughts in his head his, Ji Sishen rushed back to Feng 's house, but the whole Feng 's house was full of blood, and the air was filled with blood.

Ji Si frowned deeply, walked into Feng's house, and saw Xicheng, who was covered in blood, standing there with a sword in one hand, with many people beside him.

But those people seemed to be still angry, and it didn't hurt the vitals.

There was also a group of people in a corner, almost all staring at Xicheng in fear and fear, and some people seemed to be incontinent...

Ji Sishen: "..."

Pfft, what is Xiaoxicheng doing?

Why does it look like he's seen a ghost?

"Western City."

Ji Sishen suddenly cried out.

Xicheng followed the sound and turned back.

Just now, his eyes his were still scarlet, and the whole person with bloodthirsty aura was as soft as a rabbit.

Even the aura sword in his hand his suddenly dissipated like smoke.

When Xicheng saw Ji Sishen walking towards him, he suddenly retreated subconsciously.

There was panic in his eyes his, and his blood-stained hands his were directly hidden behind him.

Ji Sishen saw this and stopped.

"Xiao Xicheng, what are you hiding?"

There was a trace of grievance on Xicheng's face, "Don't...don't come here, dirty."

Ji Sishen sighed helplessly, "Xicheng, come here."

Seeing that no one was moving, he spoke with a coaxing tone, "Don't let me say it a second time."

Only then did Xicheng nervously approach Ji Sishen, but he was still a few steps away from Ji Sishen.

"Your man is so humble."

Ji Sishen snorted softly, he had already seen it.

Ji Sishen walked to Xicheng by himself, and when he wanted to step back again, he grabbed Xicheng's hand.

Ji Sishen's deep white and tender hands were stained with blood on Xicheng's hands his.

Xicheng frowned, but had no choice but to stop, and repeated a word.

"dirty."

Ji Sishen smiled indifferently, and directly wiped the blood stains on Xicheng 's hands with his sleeve robe his.

It was the pair of hands that were as warm as jade and spotless.

"Look, my Xicheng's hands are very clean."

"How can it be dirty when you use it to hold me and hold my hand?"

At the end, he put it on his lips, and a shallow kiss fell.

"It's still the same as before, warm and beautiful."

Ji Sisheb looked at Xicheng with a smile that was as gentle as ever.

He raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on Xicheng's face, "My Xicheng is the best looking, it's not dirty at all."

The dirty ones are the upright gentlemen who are full of so-called benevolence, impartiality and morality.

Xicheng was stunned for a moment, and a pair of deep eyes suddenly turned crimson with tenderness and sweetness, looking like a galaxy hanging in the night sky.

Xinghe is all his figure .

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