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  He took advantage of the situation and nestled into the arms of his third master, softly said: "Then what if Seven Kills really kills me? Third master, will you still feel sad for me today?"

this…

  Pei Yi was speechless for a while.

  It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had an extraordinary sense of trust in Seven Kills.

   To be honest, if the seven kills really killed Du Heng tonight, Pei Yi's first reaction was definitely not to blame the seven kills, but to think that Du Heng should definitely be killed.

  She really had a kind of enigmatic trust in Qisha, and she felt that Qisha would not do a wrong thing.

  Du Heng's heart sank when he saw his third master was silent.

  He pursed his lips and said: "I finally understand. In the eyes of the third master, my life is worth less than grass. As long as Mr. Qilang wants to kill me, then I will definitely not survive."

"Why…"

  Pei Yi sighed lowly, and suddenly felt a headache.

  If you keep a dog for a long time, you will still have feelings, let alone a person who dangles in front of you all day long.

  Qisha and Du Heng are an inappropriate metaphor for her——

   "The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh." Pei Yi said earnestly, "Why don't I love you?"

  Du Heng snorted, and asked pitifully with red eyes: "Then is it the palm of my hand or the back of my hand?"

  Pei Yi asked dumbfoundedly: "Is there any difference?"

   "Of course there is a difference." Du Heng pouted slightly, "the palm of the hand is more fleshy than the back of the hand."

  Pei Yi couldn't help but laugh.

   This was the first time she heard this new term.

  Seeing her smile, Du Heng urged: "Third Master, tell me quickly, is it the palm or the back of the hand?"

  Pei Yi felt inexplicably guilty.

  The first thought that popped up in her heart turned out to be—Qi Sha is the palm of the hand, and Du Heng is the back of the hand.

  Of course, she dare not say such words in front of Du Heng.

  Pei Yi smiled guilty, and said against her will: "Of course you are the palm of your hand."

   "Huh..." Du Heng said with a weak face, "This is what you said, third master. I am the palm, and Qisha is the back of the hand. The palm of the hand is more fleshy than the back of the hand. Third master, you should love me more."

  Qisha was leading Doctor Zhang into the house, when he heard this conversation suddenly, the hand holding the sword hilt couldn't help but tighten a little bit, and the originally pursed lips almost formed a straight line.

  Doctor Zhang suddenly felt that the aura of the guard in front of him was a little cold, which made his hair stand on end.

  Qi Sha quickened his pace, walked into the room gloomyly, and said in a low voice, "Third Lord, Doctor Zhang is here."

  When Pei Yi heard this, she turned her head to look.

   I don't know why, but now that she sees Seven Kills, she always has an inexplicable sense of guilt.

   It was as if he had said something to be sorry for the eldest wife behind his back, and then he was particularly worried about being discovered by the eldest wife.

  Pei Yi smiled stiffly and said, "Dr. Zhang, come quickly and show Du Langjun."

  Doctor Zhang is about thirty years old. He is not handsome, but he is quite fair and looks comfortable.

  It's not unusual for him to have such a face—after all, the original owner only likes good-looking ones, and the servants in the house can't be low-looking no matter what occupation they are in, at least they have to be good-looking.

  Doctor Zhang stepped forward.

   I don't know if I don't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it.

  Du Langjun's cheekbones were black and blue, and the corners of his lips were also torn, turning blue.

this…

  Doctor Zhang couldn't help but sneak a glance at the third master who was standing aside, his eyes were tinged with ambiguity and harshness.

  Third Master played too much, look at what he has done to his husband.

  Doctor Zhang sighed and shook his head.

  He first took Du Heng's pulse, and then asked cautiously and modestly: "Du Langjun, can you take off your clothes and let me see?"

  The doctor wants to check the patient's condition, not to mention that there are two men in the first place, so there is nothing wrong with it.

  But Du Heng was full of shyness, glanced shyly at Pei Yi who was at the side, and asked shyly, "Master, can I lift my clothes?"

  Pei Yi blushed all of a sudden.

  She originally wanted to say, so what if you are a man who lifts your clothes?

   But after thinking about it, in the eyes of my servant, she is his husband.

  A servant's body cannot be casually displayed in front of outside men.

  Pei Yi couldn't help being a little funny, and said dumbfoundingly: "You just do what Doctor Zhang said."

   "Yes." Du Heng nodded obediently, then lifted part of the quilt, took off the belt slowly, and then pulled off the coat, middle coat, and finally the inner coat one by one.

  His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, but there was something inexplicably provocative about them.

  The corner of Doctor Zhang's mouth twitched.

   Today's servants are already so competitive, even when they are sick, they have to try their best to hook up with men.

  However, after thinking about it, there are indeed many servants in this house.

   I heard that the third master just brought a young oiran back to the mansion tonight. With so many beauties gathered together, the pressure of competition is really great.

  Doctor Zhang was filled with emotions, and when he looked at Du Heng again, there was a bit of pity in his eyes.

  This Du Langjun is also a pitiful person. In order not to be rejected by the third master, he didn't cry out for pain after being tossed into such a state by the third master.

   What a hard life.

  Doctor Zhang couldn't help frowning when he saw Du Heng's bruises all over his body.

  San Ye is really too much! This is played so hard between the beds, do you not care whether the gentlemen can bear it? Sooner or later, this will lead to death!

  Pei Yi gasped when she saw Du Heng's injuries.

  His servant's skin was originally white, and this scar looked particularly shocking on it.

   Qisha's face was as cold as the twelfth lunar month.

  The one surnamed Du is really shameless, deliberately showing the injuries all over his body, isn't it just to accuse him of Qisha ruthlessness in front of the third master!

  Knowing this, he should have struck harder at that time—drawing his sword out of its sheath and sealing his throat with one move!

   "Hey..." Doctor Zhang finally couldn't hold back, and let out a long sigh.

  Pei Yi raised her heart and asked nervously, "Doctor Zhang, is this injury...very difficult?"

  Doctor Zhang stood up, and said earnestly: "It's not troublesome at all, it's just some skin trauma, and it will heal after a few days with some medicine. It's just..."

  Dr. Zhang pondered for a while, and finally, out of the benevolence of the doctor, he persuaded earnestly: "If the harmony of Yin and Yang is too high, it will be easy to get hurt. And..."

Doctor Zhang always felt that the next words were a bit difficult to say. After thinking about it, he finally couldn't hold back his conscience. He bit the bullet and persuaded earnestly: "Men are not born to be the bearers, and it is easier for women to act like this." Injured. The third master needs to be more considerate. "

  Pei Yi blushed in a flash.

  In any case, she never thought that Dr. Zhang would say such a sentence.

   Could it be...Doctor Zhang thought that Du Heng's injuries were caused by her?

  (end of this chapter)