The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 1 1 Dark Guards

In the bedroom of the other courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing

A thin, fair and handsome man, with slender and slender arms, domineeringly embraced a strong man in messy black clothes.

The aromatic and slightly sweet woody aroma is mixed with some bloody and musky aromas.

Zhao Jin frowned slightly, and subconsciously tightened his arms. The body in his arms had tight muscles and a scorching heat.

He was afraid of the cold all the year round, and his limbs were cold. The rare warmth at this moment made him sigh comfortably.

and many more!

Warm? !

body? !

Zhao Jin opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the mahogany bed top with carved railings and paintings, the blue bed curtain, and the gold silk cloud pattern, all of which were expensive.

Looking sideways, the bronze mirror beside the bed reflects his current appearance. He is thin and straight, with long black hair, wearing a white underwear, the same color flowing cloud belt in his hair, a pair of phoenix eyes with bulging corners, the blackness is as deep as stars, and the corners of his eyes are reddish , sword eyebrows into the temples, straight nose bridge, pale thin lips almost colorless, pale skin, although slightly sick, but it is a good appearance with autumn water as divine jade as bones, extremely handsome and noble.

And the person in his arms who was skin-to-skin with him had thick chest muscles, slender limbs, and further down...cough cough cough.

It is undoubtedly a man.

Zhao Jin swallowed, feeling his throat was a little dry, and wanted to scream~

He actually traveled to ancient times!

He also slept with a man! ! !

When Zhao Jin was in a daze, he suddenly felt empty in his arms, and with a plop, he saw a tall figure kneeling beside him, with his forehead pressed against the bed, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Master please punish!"

The man was tall and strong, with slender limbs, his back was like a longbow, his muscles were smooth and explosive, like a dangerous dormant cheetah, but at the moment he was only wearing a black coat, the hem was Torn apart, the honey-colored skin was covered with bruises, not to mention the faint bloodstains on the hills behind the buttocks.

Zhao Jin hid his face and instantly all his memories came back, his brain was like a cpu running at high speed, and his temples were in pain due to overload.

My God, this is too beastly.

Zhao Jin was originally an ordinary scientific research dog in the 21st century, a pure 1 who was awakened at a young age. He only loves strong and strong men, but it is a pity that he has a body like a chicken, and he is still a chick, and he has no interest in it.

He was killed when he was rolled under the wheels of a heavy truck while trying to save a child crossing the road on his way home from get off work.

When I opened my eyes again, I came to this ancient time. The original owner had the same name and surname as myself, also called Zhao Jin. He was the Prince Rui of the Great Qi Dynasty and the younger brother of the current emperor. He was spoiled by the queen mother and elder brother since childhood. The sex becomes more gloomy and uncertain, arrogant and domineering.

The original owner did not know which expert offended him, and was poisoned with strange love.

Due to premature birth, the original book was weak and weak since childhood, and was hit by this poison, and died immediately.

It's also cheaper for Zhao Jin who traveled through time to receive all his memories by the way, but what he gets, he gives. When Zhao Jin first came, he was suffering from the poison of love all over his body, and his mind was a mess.

He only felt that there was a man next to him, strong and obedient, and he subconsciously pulled him into his arms, robbed him irrationally, and calmed down his lust.

And the person who is now kneeling on the ground is none other than the dark guard on duty last night, Dark Twelve.

The ancient dark guards were also called dead soldiers.

Most of them are orphans raised by the master's family since childhood. They teach martial arts and killing methods, and only a few can be drawn from hundreds of people. , even if the master asks him to die, there is no difference.

Poisoning and amnesia is pure nonsense. Although it was chaotic last night, the man's flexible muscle lines are still lingering in his mind, scorching and trembling, like a tiger strangling his throat.

cough cough.

Zhao Jin tugged uncomfortably. The brocade was covered, and his ears were burning.

Dark Twelve saw that his master didn't respond for a long time. The master has always been cloudy, so he didn't dare to beg for mercy. He curled up his fingers and bowed his head again: "Dark Twelve has neglected his duty, please punish him!"

If the secret guard fails his duty, he will die.

I just want to die quickly, so as not to suffer.

Zhao Jin was so startled by the voice that he came back to his senses and quickly waved his hands and shook his head. "No...no need."

Despite accepting the memory of the original owner, Zhao Jin is a person of the 21st century and cannot do anything reckless.

He is just a little chick in modern times, such a strong and savage man, that is heavenly food, not to mention the two of them are sitting now, the other is kneeling, their clothes are messy, and there are bright red blood stains on the bed.

Zhao Jin saw that the man was covered in bruises and blood, and his ears couldn't help but feel a little hot. He cursed himself as a beast, and subconsciously said, "You, raise your head."

Dark Twelve raised his head without hesitation, his back straightened like a sharp sword.

Only then did Zhao Jin see the other person's appearance clearly. Dark Twelve was quite handsome, with sharp black eyes like eagles, thick black brows, resolute and rigid jaw, tight and cold thin lips, with some roughness unique to the north Wild, with a fierce and restrained aura, like a murder weapon that has seen blood.

If this was in modern times, it would be a tough guy and a big star, whoever has weak legs.

Zhao Jin couldn't help admiring in his heart, this kind of top-notch cool guy is simply a master in martial arts novels, not to mention that the original owner's hidden guards all have unique skills and powerful martial arts.

Well 1, you have to be responsible when you sleep.

Zhao Jin's eyes were shining, his face was a little hot, and he asked softly, "Do you have a wife?"

Dark Twelve: "None."

The corner of Zhao Jin's mouth curled up: "Do you have a sweetheart?"

Dark Twelve: "None."

Luckily, he didn't try to kill other people's husbands.

Zhao Jin nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his jade-like fingers, hooked the man's resolute jaw, and said in a calm voice, "Would you like to follow me in the future?"

Now that he has just crossed over, even though he has the memory of the original owner, he doesn't know the hidden danger around him. Although the two are in an awkward situation, Zhao Jin doesn't know what to do with him, but with such a person by his side to protect him, he can feel at ease.

Dark Twelve's pupils shrank, his body trembled slightly, and his whole body was icy cold. What did the master mean...to let him sleep?

The master's concubine is not allowed to have martial arts.

Dark Twelve's complexion turned pale, but he still bent down docilely, and replied tremblingly: "...Yes."

The weather was slightly cool in the morning, and Zhao Jin couldn't help it.I sneezed, my throat was slightly itchy.

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Jin saw An Shier kneeling on the ground, his face was a little pale, not to mention that his body was covered in bruises, and An Shir'er was probably injured in his memory, which made him feel terrified and felt even more guilty.

He quickly took out a small white porcelain bottle from the hidden compartment of the bed, and beckoned to the kneeling person: "Come here."

An Shi walked a few steps on his knees and knelt beside Zhao Jin. Goose bumps involuntarily appeared on his body due to the coldness.

"Yes."

Zhao Jin saw that An Twelve's face turned pale and his whole body was tense, and then thought about the temper of the original owner, he sighed, stretched out his hand and grabbed An Twelve, pressed him down on his knees, and stretched out his hand to caress the man's beautiful neck .

"Relax, don't be afraid."

Dark Twelve's eyelashes drooped, thinking that the master would use him, so he didn't dare to look directly at the master.

He unleashed all his strength and opened his body. The fragile neck was under Zhao Jin's fingertips, allowing his master to kill him.

"Yes, please use it, master."

Zhao Jin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, a blush spread from his cheeks to the back of his neck.

"Ahem, don't move."

Use... use a piece of wool, and then blood will flow into rivers, which is not sustainable at all.

Dark Twelve waited for a while, but there was no pain or favor, only a faint sigh from the master.

The slightly warm ointment was applied to the wound, relieving the pain, and the dark eyes widened in surprise, like a wooden stake, not daring to move.

The bruised finger marks on the arms, the bloody tooth marks on the chest, the smooth eight-pack abs, and further down...cough cough

Zhao Jin felt his nose itchy, coughed a few times uncomfortably, and silently recited the mantra of clearing his heart.

Ruthless, too ruthless!

Zhao Jin spurned himself in his heart, and quickly rubbed the medicine on the injured part of the man's body, but the secret place was to be ashamed to apply the medicine on the other person.

He blushed like an overcooked shrimp, put the medicine bottle in An Twelve's hands, tried to maintain the original owner's personality, and said in a hoarse voice: "That thing can't stay in the body, you go back and clean it up, apply the medicine , allow you to rest for a few days."

"Yes." An Twelve received the palm-sized white porcelain vase, with a slight warmth on it, and quickly knelt down again, a little dazed.

This small injury is commonplace for the dark guards, and the usual training is ten times heavier than this, the master is like this, is it because of favor and pity?

Those who serve the bed must not have martial arts.

But there is no need for a hidden guard without martial arts

An Twelve was a little apprehensive: "Master, can this subordinate..."

Zhao Jin was satisfied with seeing his masterpiece. He didn't hear what Qing An Twelve was saying, and said with a smile on his face, "Well, you will follow me from now on."

An Twelve's eyes dimmed when he heard the words, hoping to be submerged in numbness: "Yes."

Zhao Jin himself was arranged properly, nodded in satisfaction, felt uncomfortable, his head was dizzy, his throat was itchy all the time, and when he wanted to cough, he couldn't help frowning his beautiful eyebrows, this body was too weak.

"Cough cough...you go down and tell people, cough cough, prepare water."

"Yes." An Twelve bowed to answer, kneeled to the side of the bed, stood up on the ground, covered the black robe in embarrassment: "Master looks sick, do you want to call the doctor?"

Only then did Zhao Jin realize that the other party's clothes were torn into a mess by him, and the hem of the outer robe was even torn.

"Ahem, it's okay." Zhao Jin got up quickly, grabbed a large blue brocade robe next to him, got up and went under the bed, and stuffed it in An Shier's hands.

"You...you wear it first, and I will make it up later..."

Zhao Jin hadn't finished his sentence, and the world was spinning in an instant. Before he lost consciousness, he heard the slightly frightened voice of An Twelve beside him.

"Owner!!!"

It turned out that this wooden guy would also panic, but the person who was sleeping was alive and kicking, and the sleeping person fainted, which was simply too embarrassing.