long night walk

Chapter 343 Why Duck!
Hugging Bai Lian's cold body, even though he didn't have a heartbeat or breathing, Li Jiujiu's soul was truly back.

The soul came back, and naturally began to be bewildered and afraid.

Especially meeting Su Jing's slightly weird gaze, Li Jiujiu was most afraid of this woman, his whole body stood on end, like a mouse seeing a cat, its back suddenly tightened, and it felt like all the bones in his body were about to go limp from fright.

The shadow Su Jing cast on her was too great.

Li Jiujiu was so useless that he was so frightened that he burst into tears, sobbing, while tightening his grip on Bai Lian.

Both legs were wrapped around his waist, crying heartbreakingly, howling out of breath, speaking the most loyal words in the most cowardly posture.

"I don't know where you are going to throw him again! You bad woman! I won't let go today! He is my man, you bully him once is enough! I can't beat you! If you have the ability, you will kill us Just throw one piece out!"

The words are sonorous and forceful, firm and unwavering.

It's just that her appearance is really like a weasel stealing a big fat chicken in a rural field, which is ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

Mencius laughed dryly: "Brother Sichen...you are truly blessed."

Fang Geyu held her forehead speechlessly, she walked over with her sword in her hand, stood three feet away from the river bank, raised her small face and pointed to Li Jiujiu, then to Bai Li'an.

She smiled and said: "We are going all the way, and now these two idiots are on your thief boat, Miss Duoben is not much, why don't you give me a ride too?"

Su Jing lowered his eyes, glanced at the mottled blood between her calves, did not speak, stretched out a hand to her wordlessly, as if he knew that her leg was injured and it was difficult to get on the boat, so he actually offered a handy hand?

Su Jing's temperament is more cold and withdrawn than Xueshi on Tianshan Mountain, but he has never shown such kindness to others.

Immediately, Fang Geyu showed a strange and surprised look. If it was someone else, he would be flattered and overwhelmed.

But whoever is Miss Fang, she raised her small eyebrows, put her hand in her palm very bluntly, and did not forget to order:
"You're steady, your leg hurts badly, this lady is delicate and expensive, no one can afford to break it."

Typical of beating snakes with sticks.

I don't know if it's Fang Geyu's illusion, the moment she cried out for pain... Su Jing's slightly cold fingers seemed to tremble slightly, and his movements also subtly became gentle.

Fang Geyu was secretly surprised.

Could it be that the world has misunderstood Bingtuozi, but in fact she has a gentle side that is unknown to everyone?
Ridiculous, it wasn't her who saved her.

Her tenderness has also been given to the wrong person, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Geyu stepped up with one leg and half of his body. Before he could use his strength to board the boat, a slender and slender arm was suddenly wrapped around his waist.

She exclaimed, with a terrified expression, looking at the beautiful Yurong who was close at hand, she was actually embraced by her, and she came into a princess hug safely.

The one who hugged her was not someone else, but the Bingshan Fairy, Su Jing, who was famous in Taixuanzong for not being close to strangers and not being disturbed by ghosts and gods!

After living for 16 years, Fang Geyu was hugged by a woman for the first time, still in such an intimate manner.

Damn!

Her breasts are so soft.

Fang Geyu held Su Jing's delicate neck stiffly with both hands, a little awkward and at a loss: "Hey, if you give me your hand, you can just give me your hand. What does it mean to hug and hug?"

Mo Shuo was dumbfounded by Li Jiujiu who was holding Bai Lian at the side.

Even the people watching the theater on the bank had their mouths wide open and their jaws were about to fall to the ground in shock.

"This... this..." Mencius Fei, who was always good at talking, couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Taixuanzong Su Jing, Qinglian, Gao Jie, Lianzheng, self-defense and not close to men, is famous in the world for being alone, and it is extremely difficult to get close to others.

She has been cultivating Taoism for more than two hundred years, except for those pretentious stories in her youth, she has been wearing a mask to hide her face all the year round, and she is a widow in white clothes. When has she ever seen her close to others.

Is the sun coming out of the ground today?
What did they see?

To see this young suzerain protect that arrogant and unlovable domineering little princess in Shifang City like a baby...

Su Jing didn't pay attention to everyone's stares, but just looked down at Fang Geyu who was struggling in her arms, his black and white eyes revealed a bit of incomprehensible helplessness.

She stretched out her hand to pinch Fang Geyu's sharp chin, preventing her face from rubbing against her chest.

At this moment, the naturally cool voice does not have any offensive meaning, but is a little gentle: "Don't move around."

The strength of her fingertips is so light that a three-year-old child can easily break free.

But when Fang Geyu felt the delicate and cold touch on his chin, his always confident and proud little face suddenly flushed, shyness and fear mixed in half.

She had never been so frivolously molested by that woman.

It was also the first time she knew that Su Jing, who didn't wear a mask and didn't hold a sword, could be so terrifying.

Fang Geyu is like a frozen quail, curled up in her arms with shoulders shrunk and head down, still not forgetting to put on the aura of a young lady, and said harshly: "I... I have a face. people who are not interested in... women."

At the critical moment, she was so frightened that she even moved out of the capital.

This is really not a glorious thing.

Su Jing couldn't help raising his brows, the light in his eyes flashed, it was a smile that was not a smile.

Li Jiujiu exclaimed and was shocked: "What?! Ge Yu secretly raised a face behind my back?!"

The eldest lady of a rich family is depraved after all.

Li Jiujiu was so frightened that she hugged Bai Lian tightly in her arms, and she secretly despised that face who ate soft food in her heart.

Only a worthless man will go to face a woman.

How is it like Xiao An in her family, handsome and powerful, never relying on her face for food.

On the river bank, the blood-clothed female ghost holding a pipa plucked the string with her fingers, jumped to the bow of the painting boat, and began to play softly.

The painting boat parked on the river bank has no wind, and under the soothing sound of the pipa strings, it actually rides the wind and crosses the water, heading for the other shore.

Compared with You Guilang's simple black boat, the speed of this painting boat is many times faster, the bow of the boat is gentle and smooth, and the water is blowing on the face.

Not long after, they passed You Guilang's boat.

The ghost boat in Huangquan is originally a thing of Wangchuan in Huangquan, so it is easy to ride the wind and waves.

Seeing the painting boat gradually go far away, Lin Jue said with emotion: "This is really a dragon crossing the river, each showing their magical powers."

Mencius didn't know when he raised his head again and looked at Xiao Wangchuan with deep eyes. He smiled indistinctly and was about to speak when a jackdaw fluttered from the sky.

The old crow neighed, and the black crow with a scarlet feather trailing its tail landed on the river stele, looking around at everyone indifferently.

Finally, Meng Zifei's complexion changed unnaturally. He froze slightly, turned around, and looked towards the sparse woods with a feeling.

(End of this chapter)