A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 139 Chapter 139

So he lifted a corner of the hijab, and picked out an arm covered with wristbands from the big sleeve jacket!
To show off the physique of a military general, the man suddenly bent down maniacally, hugged the girl's waist and lifted her, hugged her in front of him, and said viciously,

"I've never encountered such a difficult battle! Why are you like a tigress fighting for territory and the throne with a male tiger? Are you as blunt in expressing your heart? This time it doesn't count, if you dare to treat me in the future If it's appropriate, I'll..."

This elder brother's hands were so strong that it hurt her lower back. He thought he had the girl under control, so he began to lecture endlessly.

Suddenly!She rushed towards his face suddenly, bit his lips with a clear goal, rubbed him viciously, and then let go.

The little girl has a childish face, but her eyes are full of predatory desires. When she eats her mouth, her eyes succeed,
"I can't wait to kill you on the spot. But we still have business to do. I have to clear the obstacles and take you back."

Gao Changgong: "..."

This time, he didn't cry uncontrollably because he was too thin-skinned to be wronged, but he was stunned, and let go of his arms around her waist embarrassingly.

Gao Changgong recalled just now, the tactile muscles were tight, and she had just exerted all her strength, and her waist was even more stretched like a bowstring. Under this girl's delicate skin, she did not know how much fierce explosive power was hidden.

She is nothing short of a tigress!It’s no wonder that most of the beasts are dominated by females. They also don’t have the education that men are strong and women are weak, and only males are worthy of being leaders. They are the ones who survive the fittest.

Just like with her, the battle just started after he regained his physical strength.

But tonight, he has given up and is timid. He can't just fight in the bridal sedan just because he is fighting with her, and delay the business, right?
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Those few wooden cows and horses were quite face-saving, they were not damaged on the road, and they followed the sedan chair all the time.

Since the two white spirits were not bright and could not be seen, she went back to the coffin, but did not lift the lid, and sat on it, thinking that if Xi Po asked, she would panic and come out to breathe .

Around midnight, I wandered to the Lushan area, outside the Nuba Temple.

In the middle of the night, there are many lonely graves in the wilderness, not to mention how scary when a small wind blows.

Yuan Wuyou watched the blood-red sedan chair being carried into the temple gate, but she and the coffin were stopped at the gate, and Xi Po refused her to enter.

Looking at Xi Po's wrinkled and shriveled face with those gray-white eyes that can't blink, and can only move up and down, left and right, Yuan Wuyou only felt shudder before, but now he is angry.
"What if I have to go in?"

"If you disturb the appetite of the woman, I'm afraid you will die without bones."

Xi Po made a gloomy voice, and even grabbed her wrist!

The thin part was not much stronger than a chicken's paw, but it was surprisingly strong, and the long and pointed nails grabbed the flesh on the spot.

At the moment when the stinging pain came, I saw a red light!Split the entangled two people.

Yuan Wuyou drew his sword out of its sheath abruptly, and cut off the fork-like arm of a withered tree, but found that there was no bleeding, but shriveled worms of different sizes and lengths burst out.

The chicken's claws were still gripping her wrist tightly, but a lot of squirming things fell out of the honeycomb-like bones, like earthworms, about to burrow into the meat, in various shapes, mostly red and brown.

The one-armed Xi Po looked at her calmly, just like Yuan Wuyou who had lost her arm, and then grinned suddenly: "The old body won't go, and the new body won't come. The old body is just about to change. It has a young body!"

This Xi Po has a white face and red lips, and she is inherently eerie.

Taking advantage of her gloomy and hoarse talk, Yuan Wuyou calmly took off the dead branch arm on her wrist, kicked Xipo down, took the sword and beheaded first and then chopped off her limbs. The one at the heart was a glowing red meat snake.

The long worm took a look at her with its green eyes, turned around and wanted to crawl away, can you let it go?Yuan Wuyou stepped forward resolutely, stepped on three inches with one foot, slashed down with a sword, and suddenly the snake's head rolled down.

The witch who was still threatening her just now has completely disintegrated.

Yuan Wuyou was worried about Gao Changgong who was alone inside, so he didn't chop Xi Po's body into pieces, so he quickly took off his arm, biting her body covered with the ointment of tripterygium wilfordii and crane grass buds, curled up in death bugs.

But because the outer layer of clothes was wet by insects, she took it off and threw it on Xi Po's body, and then carefully picked up the insects inside and out, for fear of missing the next point and scaring Gao Changgong.

After all, from tonight onwards, he will be her little lover, and it's only a matter of time before he becomes famous and real.

Yuan Wuyou left the scene of the crime and walked towards the temple, feeling worried, he searched over and over again to see if there were any bugs on the clothes.

But it didn't take half a step.

Nothing can stop her from finding her little jaunty husband, and as they agreed to explore the Temple of the Goddess together, she must see him before starting the fight.

But when she broke into the Nuba Temple, she saw a demon Taoist who had a close relationship standing next to the red evil sedan chair lying on the ground!
That Chang Banxian was wearing a red shirt, holding a bell wrapped in red cloth, and was training a bearer with a red scarf:

"Xi Po went out to drown the bride for a long time, why hasn't she returned? If she delays any longer, she might miss the auspicious time."

When Yuan Wuyou heard the familiar high-pitched voice, he hurriedly got into the boxwood bushes half a person's height in front of him to cover himself, but he didn't dare to rush in with great fanfare.

But in the next sentence, Chang Banxian said again:

"Hey, is the wine ready? Hey, pour more fans. Before Xi Po is over, Pindao will go and punish the Lanling King who speaks badly! This morning he insulted Pindao in public, and he is not a loser now. In the hands of the poor Taoist, why do you hesitate?"

The cool wind swayed the whole courtyard, and a head poked out from the boxwood bushes.

——At the back of the main hall of Nuba Temple, there are red silk candles all the way, but the lights are dim.

When Yuan Wuyou struggled to find the place where the newly married man was, the joy of marriage was played in the distance, especially the suona sound of the magic sound, which followed her ears as if away.

This joy is like a talisman to urge her to die, she is afraid that the demon will find Gao Changgong first, and she is even more afraid that she will be caught up by the joy of the nun's wedding ceremony.

Passing through the corridor with red lanterns on the wall, at the end of the hut with twists and turns, you can see two dark red curtains on both sides of the dilapidated bed, and in the middle sits a newlywed man covered in bright red.

When she rushed to the front of the red tent and saw that he was alone, Yuan Wuyou's heart was loosened.

It seems that Yao Dao's gang has not had time to attack him.

As soon as she opened the door recklessly, she slowed down her steps, approached cautiously, and raised her eyes as if looking up at a god...

The wedding dress of the newlywed in the tent is a bright and eye-catching red, which is completely different from the rotten and gloomy background and furnishings.

And there are two balls of white dotted in the red... I don't know how he is sitting, but he has a pair of white feet hanging out.

Where are his boots? !
Yuan Wu, who noticed the abnormality, was startled worryingly, and jumped over in two steps, raised his hand and lifted the hijab unceremoniously to verify, but was pressed by his cold palm, and a familiar voice came out from under the red hijab:
"Don't lift it, it's unlucky."

"You're going to marry a banshee, isn't that bad luck enough?"

(End of this chapter)