Picking up a husband is a pit

The night was dark.

Most of Xuancheng fell into a deep sleep, only Cage Street was unique, the deeper the night, the more noises and noises there were.

And in the shadows that people don't care about amidst the bustle, black shadows flash past, a scimitar unsheathed in the hands of black clothes and black hats, one, two, and then countless, condensing around a carriage from all directions. Come……

jingle……

The crisp bell sound accompanied by the sound of horseshoes appeared in the flow of people, but the sound was drowned out by the clamor of drums.The flow of people is automatically avoided, and the extremely luxurious Baihua frame is slowly approaching.

The knowledgeable man was terrified at the first sight of the frame, hiding in the corner and murmuring repeatedly, "Ghost tower kills, Mrs. Jinghu"...

separated by hundreds of meters.

The largest building on Cage Street is the Wanhua Building with countless lights hanging on it. On the top floor, Yao Hualian has a dignified face, and her eyes are always fixed in one direction while the disciples don't know what to say.

The disciples waiting at the side didn't know, so they didn't dare to disturb him.

After a while, Yao Hualian looked away, her expression was even uglier than before, "Go, tell Boy Fu that the person looking for him has already entered the city... If you don't want to be dragged away, just stay with his wife honestly and don't come out."

"Yes, disciple, let's go."

After receiving Yao Hualian's instructions, the disciple left.

Yao Hualian's eyes turned to the direction of Baihua's frame again.At a glance, his face changed drastically, what about the frame!It disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it was still under Yao Hualian's eyes...

Surprised, suddenly a gust of spiritual wind swept in, and Yao Hualian turned around in shock.

Another figure appeared in the empty space.

"Hehe, is Sect Master Yao looking for me?"

The cute and tender voice could be anyone but Wu Jingyan.

……

In Bishan Courtyard.

At night, the small courtyard is quiet, only the sound of night birds fluttering.

The room with the lights turned off was pitch black, tents were drawn around the bed, and Liu Xixi was sleeping inside alone, and Fu Zhouzhi was resting on the outside footsteps. The only bit of moonlight casts a cold light that isolates the inside and outside.

This night was also like the night of their second wedding in Xuanyu Palace in Luofengting.

Fu Zhouzhi was driven down again by Liu Xixi without even giving a reason, if he hadn't been thick-skinned enough, Liu Xixi could have thrown him out of the room with a series of hacks and chops.

He is very aggrieved now, and he doesn't understand, he hasn't been a loser recently, and he hasn't bullied her... Why did my wife suddenly lose her temper with him!Without even a word of extra buffer, he started to fight.

A hand with strong bones was raised from below, trying to touch the curtain, but the person on the couch did not respond, so he boldly pushed the curtain aside, revealing the small and peaceful sleeping face of the person on the couch .

He sat up depressed, wondering whether he should climb up while she was asleep...Under the only ray of moonlight, her eyeballs rolled in her sleep, seeing her frowning in her dream, he frowns too.

Suddenly, Liu Xixi's hands on the pillow clenched the corners of the quilt into fists, and he said something in his sleep, "... scum... I can't die... It's a pity..."

"Scumbag?... If my husband is so good, I must be talking about my husband... Who is that?"

Fu Zhouzhi hissed, and leaned forward against the bed, closely observing his wife's expression in her sleep, trying to figure out which brave warrior offended his wife and made her say "dead!" It's not a pity."

dang dang...

The door was knocked lightly.

Afraid that the inappropriate noise would wake up his wife, Fu Zhouzhi got up quickly and opened the door lightly.

"Brother Fu Fufu..." Wu Xiang stood at the door, and when she saw Fu Zhouzhi, she wanted to stutter when she was in good shape.

Fu Zhouzhi ruthlessly looked down at the stuttering junior sister who came in the middle of the night, "Junior sister Wuxiang has never considered finding a doctor to cure your stuttering problem? I heard that this disease will become a chronic disease after a long time. You say you are really successful?" Stuttering every word, will the kid from the Dongfang family wait for you to enter the door..."

Gudong!

Wuxiang swallowed his saliva, and quickly lowered his head in embarrassment, "Brother Fu Fufu, don't make fun of your younger sister. Master sent a message saying that the person chasing you has arrived, and I want you to stay here and don't go out."

"You need to be reminded! Isn't it just Mrs. Jinghu? Compared with my aunt and the master of the sect, she is an ant who can't stand on the stage. It doesn't matter how many people she leads. How could so many disciples in the Illusion Sect be afraid of them? Come to think of it. A big man like aunt can wipe out all the dregs of this group of ants with a wave of his hand... Don't worry, Junior Sister Wuxiang, Senior Brother, I won't go anywhere tonight, and I will have to worry about Senior Sister Wuxiang..."

"Don't dare, I still have to call Master back and say goodbye."

"Go, be careful on the road at night."

Wu Xiang trembled, apparently taking the word "be careful" to her heart, in this case tonight, she really had to be very careful, if she was not careful, Senior Brother Fu, whose conscience might have thrown him into the bottomless pit, fed the black dog, I don't know how he died.

Wuxiang left, the surroundings returned to silence, Fu Zhouzhi gently closed the door, the moonlight that came in also disappeared the moment the door was closed, and the room fell into darkness again.

He was about to turn around and return to his resting position when he was suddenly frightened by a pair of staring eyes and took three steps back. "Xixi...you woke up, when did you wake up?"

Liu Xixi sat on the bed like a statue, and the dagger inserted into the bed in front of him shone coldly, as if it would be thrown over and stabbed into his forehead in the next moment.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became colder, "Yeah, I woke up for some reason. I woke up at a very short time, and I just saw you, my husband, talking to Junior Sister Wuxiang at night... Heh, what is there to talk about standing at the door, tonight The night is very fine, why not invite Junior Sister Shang Wuxiang to enjoy the tour together..."

The night is very good!Let's travel together!
Why does this sound so familiar!
Fu Zhouzhi felt uncomfortable all over, "Hey you, my husband listens to your tone of voice...drinking a big jar of vinegar."

"Who do you think you are, this girl will be jealous of you, you think beautiful..." roared.

A cold light came from the tent, and shot at Fu Zhouzhi at the door with great speed. Fu Zhouzhi stared and avoided, but the big vase behind him suffered, and was pierced and shattered to the ground with a bang.

The petite figure ejected from the couch, and the cold light came again, apparently another dagger was in his hand.

The sound of piercing the air roared, passed over her neck, stabbed at her abdomen, and stabbed Fu Zhouzhi's chest and back again and again while her toes were moving.

Fu Zhouzhi dodged every attack with ease, and of course he couldn't fight his wife like he did against a monk. All his psychics had to be put away, and the only thing he could rely on was his own agility.

In the dimness, the two figures were like fish swimming in the deep sea, one attacking and the other defending, her moves were suffocated and ruthless, every time he blocked, he was cautious, after all, it was the cautious people who were passive.

thump--

The entire row of shelves fell to the ground, and the exquisite porcelain placed on them also fell to the ground at the same time. After a harsh sound, the shattered porcelain pieces spread all over the floor.

And Fu Zhouxing sank face down in the middle of the broken shelf, with pieces of porcelain all over his body.

The cold light came again, from top to bottom.

Liu Xixi held the dagger in both hands and stabbed straight down.

"Even if you murder your husband, there must be a reason, otherwise you will die for your husband."

Fu Zhouzhi yelled, but the tingling did not appear. He opened one eye and then the other, and only then did he see how close the dagger hanging above the tip of his nose was. How scary is the angry face.

Liu Xixi was pressing on his stomach, holding the dagger tightly with both hands. She almost wanted him to execute her just now. Isn't this what she always wanted to do before? She really had a chance, but she lost her strength...