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Lanyue Palace
"Yeah~~" In the dark room, a figure could be vaguely seen on the luxurious bed that could sleep five or six people without being too crowded.
Shadow Henfeng looked ahead blankly and tried his best to retract himself into the bed, but this could not cover up the bruises on his naked body. . . . .
"Are you awake? Then get up and take a bath with me." The cold voice was emotionless, as if it could freeze the air. Henfeng trembled but did not move.
He frowned: "Pay attention to your identity, you are no longer the young master of the Blood Sect!"
"I..." He opened his mouth but said nothing.
"You should know that your father gave you to me in order to gain my protection, and you are now mine."
Yes, he is just a toy for the man in front of him now...