Wear the villain and act coquettish again

Chapter 135 My idol is the leader of the Demon Cult 9
Meng Xian pinched the collar with his soft white fingers, and slowly took it off.

But soon, her movements stopped.

She saw countless scars on Fang Qimo's broad and solid back.

Not to mention the wounds caused by weapons.

Even if Fang Qimo is the leader of the Demon Cult, he still has to go out to kill the enemy, and it is inevitable that he will be injured by weapons.

But why did he still have scars on his back that were obviously abused?
Isn't he the leader of the Demon Cult who can almost fight against the imperial court?
Who else could abuse him?
Sensing Meng Xian's movement stopped, Fang Qimo also knew that she saw the scar on his back.

He snatched the clothes from Meng Xian without saying a word, took them off by himself, and soaked himself in the big wooden barrel filled with water.

Meng Xian picked up the cloth towel that was put aside, and walked behind Fang Qimo.

His back was hidden in the water, but the scars could still be vaguely seen.

Meng Xian pretended not to understand, "Master, you are so miserable, why have you suffered so many injuries?"

Fang Qimo's voice was low: "I'm just injured, they are all dead."

"Are you talking about the people who hurt you? The leader deserves to be the leader, kill them all!"

Fang Qimo was noncommittal.

He lowered his eyes slightly to look at the water surface, wondering what he was thinking.

"Then let me wipe your back for you." Meng Xian raised his hand to wipe it.

Fang Qimo: "Didn't you say you want to wash clothes, go out and wash them."

Meng Xian couldn't tell whether Fang Qimo wanted to drive her out, or if he wanted to stay alone.

But no matter what, she couldn't continue to stay.

Meng Xian is very clear about the truth of going too far.

"Then I'll go out first. If you need anything, just call out and ask Xiao Er to find me."

"Ah."

Meng Xian left the room and closed the door behind him.

Holding a pile of clothes in her hands, she went downstairs to ask Xiao Er where she could do laundry.

After Meng Xian finished washing and drying his clothes, Fang Qimo hadn't come out yet.

Xiao Er confirmed that he never left the room.

Moreover, his clothes were all washed by Meng Xian, so it was impossible for him to leave the inn naked.

After being busy for a while, Meng Xian touched his stomach and felt hungry, so he sat on the first floor and asked for something to eat.

"Father, are you still in pain?" A woman's distressed voice came from the table in front left.

"Good boy, godfather doesn't hurt."

This voice is so familiar.

Meng Xian looked up and saw that the man sitting there was the man who knelt in front of Fang Qimo's horse not long ago and took out all the money on his body to "honor" him.

And the woman who was greeting the man was his daughter.

When he was with Fang Qimo, Meng Xian was just bragging.

Even if Fang Qimo really committed murder and arson, she still has to close her eyes and brag about Fang Qimo in a fancy way.

This is the characteristic of a brain-dead star-struck dog.

It was also where she wanted to confuse Fang Qimo.

At this time, when Meng Xian saw the father and daughter by himself.

When she saw the scars on the man's face that Fang Qimo whipped out.

In Meng Xian's heart, he also cursed Fang Qimo secretly.

Really sick!
Just to make her hate him and leave him, he innocently hurt the face of a passerby's father.

They also "extorted" people's money.

He really deserves to be Fang Qimo, the leader of the Demon Cult.

Meng Xian pondered in his heart, should he go out and buy some good ointment, and ask Xiaoer to give it to them?
"Girl, dad is really fine. Come, have some food and have a drink with dad."

The woman hesitated, "Father, I can't drink alcohol, I'll get drunk after a little."

(End of this chapter)