The little sweet concubine of Emperor Zun's family

Chapter 389 Rescue the Beautiful Man (1)

The rough man walked for a while, and finally settled down in a relatively secluded and open place.

"Come on, set up a tent for me. I can do things after I'm full." The rough man found a clean place, took off the clothes of the thugs beside him and put them on the ground.

The people next to him were obviously obsessed with this matter, and even the person who was picked up didn't dare to say anything, as if the clothes were not his own.

In fact, strictly speaking, the clothes are really not their own, they are all made by rough men, so they have no control over what their master wants to do.

The power to decide is in the hands of others, and they can only obey.

"Young master, drink your saliva first." The leading man took out a jug and a small wine glass, poured a glass of wine carefully and put them in the rough man's hand.

He still brought wine with him when he went out, so it can be seen that the owner of this group of people is either a young man or an ignorant person.

From this point of view, this man must be one of them. As for the reason why all the thugs obeyed, this man must have two brushes.

After handing the jug to the white man, the leader began to yell at his subordinates.

"Bring people over here," the leader said in black.

Immediately afterwards, several thugs put the black clothes in front of the rough man. Because he passed out, he had to be supported by one person.

"Take it easy, it won't be good if you break it." The rough man's expression of pity and tenderness only seemed disgusting.

"Did you hear that, be careful, be more careful?" The leader acted like a loyal dog, carefully raising his black-clothed face.

"That's right, what a beauty, haha, I, Kuang Xiong, believe that there are countless beauties, and this is the most interesting person I've seen today, haha" Kuang Xiong threw away the wine glass in his hand, picked up the jug directly Drink from the spout.

The white and clean man looked troubled and depressed, but he didn't dare to say more.

"Come on, tie him up for me, and add some medicine, this kid is very powerful, I don't want the delicious food from my mouth to fly away." Kuang Xiong is indeed a veteran in this industry, and he knows how to tie up the black clothes .

"The young master is thoughtful," the leading man hastily flattered and complimented, and sure enough, Kuang Xiong narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

"What are you talking about, don't do it yet," Kuang Xiong said impatiently after taking another sip of his wine.

"The little one will do it right away." The leading man did not know where to get a large handful of thicker ropes, and tied the black clothes firmly in two or three times, and carefully tied his hands behind his back.

I don't know if it was intentional, but during the binding, the collar of the black clothes was loosened, exposing the delicate collarbone, with a healthy wheat color, but it was still much fairer.

"Gudu..." Kuang Xiong looked at the black clothes' tightly closed eyes and thick eyebrows with fascination, and he really looked more sensible than those puppet girls.

"You're all looking for death, aren't you? Set up the tent faster!" Kuang Xiong looked at the half-built tent, impatiently.

"Yes, master" everyone replied respectfully, but they didn't think so in their hearts. They are not gods, they can build a tent in one go, even if they are gods, they live in the legendary space or the house that can be enlarged or reduced.

How could they need to build a house by themselves? No matter how unhappy these people were, they obediently accelerated their movements. They didn't want to make life difficult for their own future.

If Kuang Xiong is not satisfied, their lives may end.

(End of this chapter)