Chapter 105
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Sensing a slight relaxation, Ning Yu immediately tried to break free and escape, but in the next second, he was tightly held in his arms again.
The weak and helpless Ning Yu was speechless.
Master Mo, what do you want?
The man buried his head in his neck and retorted softly, "You're lying!"
Ning Yu's fair face twitched. "I'm not."
"Nonsense! You're so soft. How are you a man? "
Ning Yu was speechless.
"I'm much slimmer than ordinary people since I was young."
The drunkard behind him was in a drunken frenzy. "Nonsense!"
"I'm really a man. If you don't believe me, you can check the stables in the village. My name is Ning Yu."
"Stables?" The man asked in a daze.
Ning Yu nodded. "I'm a servant who sweeps the stables in the village."
Mo Tianyu frowned and sniffed. "Nonsense. You smell so good. How are you a servant who sweeps the stables?"
"It's already late at night. I've already taken a bath," Ning Yu explained.
But Mo Tianyu couldn't listen anymore. His mind was in a daze as he hugged Ning Yu.
Suddenly, he kissed him on the cheek. "I don't care. I don't care …"
He muttered softly as if he was about to fall asleep.
Ning Yu, who was caught off guard by Mo Tianyu's kiss, froze on the spot. His scalp began to tingle.
His thin and weak body began to tremble. This, this, this …
He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he pushed Mo Tianyu away.
This time, he slammed hard against the wall. Before Mo Tianyu passed out, he muttered something.
Ning Yu heard him. He was saying …
"Qingqing …"
That was the name of the village head.
Ning Yu stood there. The bright moonlight slowly rose from the dark corner and shone on the two of them.
In front of Mo Tianyu stood a thin and slender young man wearing a soft white undershirt. His features were delicate and he looked especially clean.
Ning Yu pursed his lips. He wanted to turn and leave, but he saw Mo Tianyu pass out.
After hesitating, Ning Yu walked forward and helped Mo Tianyu back to his room with difficulty.
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Three days later, the banquet began.
In front of the palace gate, a luxurious carriage stopped.
A middle-aged man wearing a dark robe walked out of the carriage. He had a pair of dashing eyebrows and his eyes were full of majesty and murderous intent.
The guards at the palace gate walked forward and cupped their hands. "Greetings, General Shen.
Shen Toufeng nodded. "Yes."
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