The Thief Concubine 【End】

I saw a larger and more luxurious exquisite painting slammed into it, and with a bang, they swayed again.

Although the painting boat will not be damaged, it is on the water after all. If it is shaken due to external reasons, it will not be able to stop without a cup of tea.

Everyone was dizzy from the shaking, but the boat on the opposite side seemed to be intentional, and came forward again after being shaken by the counter-shock.

The man opposite Wei Young was immediately annoyed, and went up against the crime.

There was a sword hanging from the man's waist, and he was about to rush out with the sword in his hand. It didn't look like judging, but killing.

The servants guarding the boat were also a little angry, and wanted to step forward, but remembered that they couldn't move.

Looking at the gorgeous blue painting boat, Wei Young had a guess in her heart.

Sure enough, she saw a flash of blue shadow on the opposite side, and her complexion suddenly darkened.

I couldn't help cursing in my heart: Damn!

The man holding the sword who was about to go forward to argue was also depressed when he saw the person standing opposite him, he stood still and neither advanced nor retreated.

Lan Yang stood leisurely outside the painting boat.

The autumn wind was blowing on the river, and his untied black hair was flying in the wind.The half-smile but not the mocking expression gave Chu Weiyang the urge to pounce on him and fight him to the death.

She was no longer able to resolve him with the word "anger"...

Could it be that when she left just now, the meaning of what she said was not clear enough?

Well, she just doesn't want to see him, so let him go and die.

However, he still dared to follow...

Not only that, is he in a panic?Actually playing the game of two ships colliding.

Wei Young's face turned black, and when she saw him, she couldn't calm down.

Feng Suiran looked at Lan Ying on the opposite side, and then at her, with a flash of interest in his eyes, his white and slender fingers gently lifted up without a trace, and brushed a strand of long hair scattered on her forehead behind her ears.

The intimate demeanor made Lan Yang's black eyes shrink from the distance standing on the bow of the painting boat.

Although the smile was still on his lips, his expression became dangerous.

"Brother Lan, hehe, it's really fun, let's continue!"

There was a burst of silver bell-like laughter from the blue painting boat, and Wei Young heard it.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, she slammed the table and stood up.

The surrounding people were suddenly frightened by this scene.

Hearing the reputation and looking around, he saw Chu Weiyang with a cold face.

"Weiyang, you..." Before Feng Suiran finished speaking, she had already run out of the boat.

It's almost late autumn, and the outside of the boat is a little colder than the inside.

Wei Young has already run to the side of the boat, and those young servants are guarding all around the boat.

Looking at Lan Yang three meters away, she said angrily, "You are sick! Do you know that this is very dangerous, what if the boat capsizes?"