Three thousand crows kill

Chapter 16
Young Master Qi quietly appeared in the restaurant lobby when closing time on the third day, the proprietress had just closed the door, when she turned her head and saw his green wood mask, she fainted on the spot due to excessive excitement.Aunt Guo stretched out her hand to help her, but the legendary son, Mr. Qi, had already acted preemptively. He hugged the plump proprietress by the waist, without any effort, and turned his head to calmly look at the girl-like girl with red cheeks. Aunt Guo, with a gentle voice: "Where should I put her?"

Aunt Guo fell down with a nosebleed.

Qin Chuan was dragged out by the panicked guys banging on the door.She was washing her hair, and twisted her dripping hair with her hands to look at the lobby. The proprietress and Aunt Guo occupied a table, slumped on it, and fainted.Young Master Qi, wearing a green wooden mask, was sitting in the middle of the lobby drinking tea leisurely, Erlang crossed his legs very contentedly.

"Mr. is here." Qin Chuan pretended to walk over to say hello, two drops of water from his hair fell on the back of his hand, he moved slightly, looked down at the back of his hand without saying a word.

A handkerchief was tremblingly handed over from the side, and the proprietress burst into tears: "Sir, don't mind...she has always been so reckless, take...take it and wipe it..."

But he put the back of his hand in front of his nose and sniffed lightly, the corners of his lips raised: "It smells so good, is it added with gardenia sesame oil?"

Playing coquettish again!Fu Jiuyun, can you have some other serious means?Qin Chuan despised his coquettish peacock look from the bottom of his heart, and coughed secretly to change the subject: "Have you eaten, sir? If you don't mind, I'll make some side dishes, let's just settle down for a while?"

Sure enough, he nodded: "Alright, let's have dinner first, and then talk about business."

Business?What business is he going to talk about?Qin Chuan couldn't figure out what he was going to do. Could it be that he was going to force her to go back to Xiangshan with him like last time?The tiger roared uneasily at its feet. It still remembered being injured by Fu Jiuyun's palm at the inn that day, and it felt like a formidable enemy at this moment.Qin Chuan kicked it lightly, and said in a low voice, "You stay hidden and don't come out, don't be impulsive."

She made three dishes and one soup, remembering that Fu Jiuyun said he liked bracken, so she made more on purpose.When he took it to the lobby, the proprietress and Aunt Guo were already sitting beside him attentively, chatting and laughing with him.Fu Jiuyun smiled when he saw the plate of bracken that was obviously enough, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your intention."

Qin Chuan coughed twice and pretended not to hear, but his ears felt a little feverish.Fortunately, wearing a fake face, others can not see the blushing.

The lobby suddenly fell silent. The whole room stared at him eating alone, and the atmosphere was very strange.Fu Jiuyun didn't care. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he ate slowly and gracefully.Obviously not gobbling it up, but the food still bottomed out quickly.

The proprietress was very attentive: "Sir, can I have some more food?"

He placed the chopsticks neatly on the bowl and shook his head: "No, thank you, I'm already full."

After finishing speaking, he took out a delicate and translucent golden flower from his bosom, and the room fell into a sudden silence again, everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted by it.The golden flower is about the size of a palm, and under the hazy yellow light all over the room, the golden color is dazzling.On the thin and slender golden petals, there seemed to be dew rolling.Leaving aside how much gold is worth in silver, the craftsmanship of carving gold flowers alone is rare in the world.The proprietress and the others were already dumbfounded, and even Qin Chuan couldn't help but take a second look.

Fu Jiuyun said leisurely: "I like this little cook very much, but I wonder if the boss is willing to give it up? I would like to show my sincerity with a golden flower."

Qin Chuan stood up abruptly, the chairs were knocked over, and woke up the proprietress from the astonishment, he glanced at her hesitantly: "Uh, I...we are fine, but Chuan'er..."

Aunt Guo hurriedly interjected: "Yes! Of course it is Chuan'er's blessing to be favored by Mr. Chuan'er, but Chuan'er already has a sweetheart. What is his name, Brother Doudou or Brother Huahua? He is a painter..."

"Ahem!" Qin Chuan coughed loudly, and finally interrupted her.

Fu Jiuyun looked at her slightly in astonishment, and asked innocently: "Brother Doudou? Oh, he doesn't practice immortality, he changed to painting instead?"

The corner of Qin Chuan's mouth twitched, and he said with a dry smile, "That's right... I heard that cultivating immortals has no future, so I changed my career."

"That's how it is." He nodded knowingly, "Then Xiao Chuan'er, please take me to meet your Doudou brother. Sir, I want to see him and give him some pointers on his painting skills by the way."

Qin Chuan finally realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot. He almost gritted his teeth with hatred, and said with difficulty: "He...he...is far away..."

"Traveling or something, sir, I'm the best at it." He stood up smiling, grabbed Qin Chuan's shoulder regardless of struggle, and tossed the golden flower with his backhand.He said: "Boss, I will take the little cook away, thank you for taking care of her these days."

With the golden flower in her hand, the proprietress had already smiled into a wrinkled flower, and nodded cheerfully.Qin Chuan was so anxious that he couldn't shake off his hand. She yelled, "Boss! Auntie! I...I don't want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person had already been dragged out with hugs and drags, and only the voice remained.The proprietress holding the golden flower suddenly woke up from the ecstasy for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "Wait, did Chuan Er just say that he didn't want to come?"

Aunt Guo shook her head again and again: "No, she was so happy that she burst into tears."

The proprietress sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi, to really fall in love with Chuan'er, his eyes are indeed covered with shit..."

It was indeed confused, and it seemed to be very happy.

The unhappy person is Qin Chuan, no matter how she shakes, pulls, bites, gnaws, or pulls, his hand is stuck on her arm like iron tongs, and remains motionless.She said angrily: "Fu Jiuyun! Let go!"

He lowered his head innocently: "Who is your name? Who is Fu Jiuyun? I am Mr. Qi, sir. Don't call me wrong next time."

"Stop pretending to be stupid! You..." Before Qin Chuan could finish calling, he saw him squatting down and taking out a black five-inch object from his arms.The thing seemed to be alive, he grabbed the slender tail and kept twisting and rolling.The tiger had been timidly following behind, but when it saw him take out the thing, its eyes lit up, its ears shook back and forth, and it looked like a glutton.

"Obey, good boy, this is for you to eat." He smiled and shook the little monster.This kind of little monster is only born in water. For spirit beasts like tigers, there is no more fragrant and delicious snack than this one.Probably because he remembered that this person beat him last time, and the tiger was dawdling and refused to go forward.

Qin Chuan was very moved: "What a tiger! Don't eat anything given by the bad guys!"

Fu Jiuyun unhurriedly took out three or four little monsters that were also squeaking and writhing, and said leisurely: "Huh? Really don't want it? I still have a lot here, so I can eat my fill."

The tiger blinked its eyes, drooled all over the place, and suddenly turned its ears back, walked over with slender cat steps, opened its mouth wide and waited for him to throw it in.He threw a dozen of them in at one go, and the tiger was so intoxicated that he immediately put his revenge behind him and rolled in front of him, showing his belly to be touched.

Fu Jiuyun touched its soft belly with a smile, glanced at Qin Chuan with a half-smile, and said softly: "What a bad master, isn't he? I never give you delicious food, and we will ignore her from now on."

How despicable!How shameless!Qin Chuan stared dumbfounded at the sight of his spirit beast being abducted by a few delicious ones. He rebelled extremely quickly, and in a blink of an eye he started circling around Fu Jiuyun to please him, wishing he could hug him and lick his face full of saliva.

Fu Jiuyun touched its head, and said earnestly: "Little cook, such a good spirit beast, if you can't afford it, you should stop raising it. See if it makes you greedy."

She couldn't speak a word, she was dragged by him to continue walking like a wooden figure.He said, "Where's your brother Doudou? Where is it? Call him out and show me?" Qin Chuan suddenly wanted to cry, how do you write the words "I'm ashamed"?Just look at her!
Fu Jiuyun didn't go back to Qingfeng Tower, nor did he go to any brothels.At dawn, they arrived at the foot of Fengmian Mountain.There is a small village there, and he lived in the bamboo forest of the village earlier.Qin Chuan was forced to walk all night, and was so tired that he couldn't vent his evil anger. When he opened the door and saw a bed, the first thing he did was to rush to hug the pillow.

Put aside everything he wants to do next!It doesn't matter if you want to force her to go back to the incense and take the mountain, or take away the soul lamp, in short, let her sleep first before dealing with these messy problems.

But someone wanted to make her feel better, so Fu Jiuyun came over and lifted the quilt, and said, "Sir, I haven't eaten yet, why are you sleeping? Get up quickly and make breakfast, sir, I'm hungry."

Qin Chuan hugged the corner of the quilt in pain, and murmured: "Fu Jiuyun, you heartless...let me sleep..."

"It's been said that it's Mr. Qi, who is Fu Jiuyun? You are a cook, and I didn't invite you to sleep." He twisted a small note, as if to stuff it into her nostrils.

She gritted her teeth with hatred, okay, pretend not to know him, right?Let's see who is good!

She opened the door fiercely, and went out to the kitchen without saying a word. While kneading the dough, she sprinkled a lot of salt into it, poured half a bottle of vinegar, steamed four black steamed buns, and sent them to the tiled house next door: "Sir, breakfast coming."

The door was opened, and he stood in the doorway with his long hair hanging loose, his mask was removed at some point, revealing the intoxicating tear mole in his eyes.When Qin Chuan saw this face for the first time, his wrist couldn't help trembling, and the steamed bun almost fell to the ground.It seems... It seems that I haven't seen his face for a long time. He has always been smiling, but at this moment he rarely looks serious. Ink's wolf hair is quickly outlined on the jade rice paper.

Taking advantage of putting the tray on, Qin Chuan couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he leaned over and took a sneak peek.It was the first time for her to see him paint with her own eyes. Back then, she went out of the palace several times to make friends with Mr. Qi, but unexpectedly, she suddenly had the opportunity today.

He is drawing the eyebrows of the woman in the middle.

The moth eyebrows are slightly frowned, as if enduring, pain, or dizzy; the clothes are half-faded, whether happy or surprised or at a loss.He is actually drawing erotic pictures!In such broad daylight, when the day is bright and bright, painting spring!palace!picture!Qin Chuan's ears turned red all of a sudden, and his fragile little heart jumped up like a bombardment, trying to run away from the door, but his feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Fu Jiuyun's expression was flat, as if he was not painting a erotic palace but flowers, birds, fish and insects, and his tone was also very calm: "Is it good-looking?"

The woman in the painting has a gorgeous and coquettish appearance, with half staring eyes, which look very familiar, a bit like the oiran in the biggest brothel in Gaodu.The last time there was a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting competition among the brothels, she watched the excitement with the proprietress and the others, and was very impressed with this oiran, because she also danced to "Dongfeng Peach Blossom".

Her mouth was dry from embarrassment, and there was a sea of ​​sourness in her embarrassment, and her drowsiness flew to the sky in an instant.In this case, should she yell at this person for being obscene and shameless, or say "you are so bad" coyly, or turn around and run away with her face covered?Qin Chuan felt that she couldn't do any of these three things, so out of nowhere, she actually asked, "... who is this?"

With a smile in his voice, he said casually: "A woman, can't you tell?"

Her fragile little heart was about to burst.Very good and strong, she is ashamed of herself!Qin Chuan fled in despair. As soon as he reached the door, Fu Jiuyun put down his paintbrush, pinched a steamed bun, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed it gently. He said slowly, "There's something wrong with the smell, it smells very sour."

Qin Chuan was so embarrassed, why did he forget that this man's nose is sharper than a dog's?Put so much vinegar, he can't smell it, so it's a ghost!

Fu Jiuyun put down the steamed bun, suddenly gave a low laugh, tilted his head, his eyes were only on her body, making her restless.His clothes were opened a lot, his long hair was draped over his shoulders, half covering his collarbone, and the skin on his smooth chest reflected an ambiguous luster under the candlelight.Qin Chuan's eyeballs rolled around, looking at his hair for a while, his toes for a while, and the window sill for a while, but he didn't look into his eyes, avoiding timidly.

"Little cook," he called her, with a leisurely tone and a voice as strong as wine, "I am loyal to the woman I love, and will never change until death—so, next time you cook, don't leave her taste behind, be obedient .”

The last rays of the setting sun gradually disappeared in the dark blue sky. It was getting dark, and it was time for the little cook who had slept all day to wake up.Fu Jiuyun tidied up the rice paper scattered on the table, and glanced at the window directly opposite the door. She had already turned on the light, and the hazy black shadow was reflected on the window, looking extremely lazy.

He walked over and was about to push the window, but the wooden window had already been opened from the inside. Qin Chuan was lying on the window sill looking at him, that ridiculously round fake face was torn off at some point, revealing the pearl-like face hidden underneath. Beautiful, with a delicate and lazy attitude, with sleepy cheeks, surrounded by loose soft long hair, showing a kind of tenderness and immaturity.

"I'm hungry, but I don't want to move. Mr. Qi is so capable, why don't you go make something to eat?" Her tone seemed to be coquettish, and she finally regained her strength after sleeping. up.

Fu Jiuyun walked over with a smile, and looked her up and down. After seeing her for a few months, she was no longer as thin as before, and she was much plumper.If it was said to be slender and lovable before, it is now like a blooming flower, delicate and charming.He asked softly, "It's fine, what do you like to eat?"

She counted the treasures with her fingers: "Big meat noodles, braised pork, lion head, pork ribs and winter melon soup... as long as there is meat, I won't pick it."

He laughed, and said teasingly: "No wonder you are so fat, how many pigs have you eaten in the past few months?"

The corners of Qin Chuan's mouth began to twitch again, and he smiled dryly: "You are not bad, neither fat nor thin, still so coquettish and bright, loved by everyone."

Fu Jiuyun was about to speak when he suddenly heard the mooing of an old cow above his head. The tiger, which had been sleeping in the shadows, jumped up, anxious to show its loyalty to the "lord", and stood majestically beside Fu Jiuyun. A bullock cart that fell from the sky bared its teeth.Obviously, that "lord" has now been replaced.

While Fu Jiuyun was walking towards the bullock cart, Qin Chuan tried to save face as his "former" master, patted Tiger's head flatteringly, and said softly, "My dear Tiger, it's fruitless to follow him. He's not a good guy."

The tiger snorted disdainfully, and drew its claws on the ground for a long time, writing a crooked "meat".

——Follow Fu Jiuyun, there is meat to eat!
The poor Qin Chuan had no choice but to watch with tears in his eyes as his spirit beast followed Fu Jiuyun, roaring and glaring at the sudden appearance of the bullock cart, and his flattering skills made her ashamed.

There is no mark on the bullock cart, and a sign is hung on the neck of the old cow pulling the cart, with the words "Fu Jiuyun, come and drink with me" written on it.Fu Jiuyun smiled, took out a wine gourd from his sleeve, and fed most of it to the old cow. It immediately shook its head with joy, and bright red flames blazed from its four hooves.It startled the tiger, it just kept wondering if the cow could be eaten.

"Delicious food is here, pack it up, and let me go with you, sir." He flicked the sign and winked at Qin Chuan.

It wasn't until he got into the bullock cart and flew straight to the south that Qin Chuan remembered that this kind of thing often happened in Katori Mountain before. The carriage that fell from the sky in the middle of the night picked him up, and he didn't smell of alcohol until the next morning. return.

"Or that acquaintance who used to buy you drinks?" she asked.

Fu Jiuyun lifted the corner of the curtain, looked at the starry night sky, and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Meishan is the most greedy drinker, and he has been in a tie with him for a long time. If you ask him to do something, it is useless to send gold and silver beauties. You only need to drink more To win him once is to respond to every request."

Looking at the posture of the bullock cart flying in the wind, Mr. Meishan must also be a fairy.Immortals never intervene in mundane affairs, so what can this Meishan Lord do?Begged by mortals to go down the mountain to expel ghosts and pray for blessings?

After flying for more than half an hour, the ox cart gradually descended and stopped in front of a wooden bridge full of red and white flowers.Behind the bridge is a spacious courtyard with ocher-yellow wooden doors tightly closed.There are lilacs planted in front of the door, clustered in clusters, and the fragrance is overflowing; in this hot summer night, it reveals a hint of coolness.

Holding Qin Chuan's shoulders, Fu Jiuyun walked to the door and lightly raised the small wooden stick hanging on the door knocker, and knocked three times on the leather drum next to it.After a while, the wooden door opened slightly, and a pair of identical children came out from inside, a boy and a girl, wearing the same red skirt and white shirt, beautiful and lovely.

"Lord Jiuyun." The two children saluted him neatly, "My master has been waiting for a long time, please come with me."

Behind the door is another path full of flowers, and at the end it diverges into two forks. The girl led Qin Chuan to the left fork while saying, "Miss, please come with me to take a bath and change clothes."

Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback: "Do you still want to take a bath and change clothes?"

The girl said proudly: "This is my master's hospitality rules, even if the emperor of the world comes to live in Meishan, there is no exception."

I really don't know who this Meishan Jun is, with such a high shelf, and the reason why he forces guests to take a bath and change his clothes before they can enter.At the end of the fork on the left, there is another courtyard. There is a natural hot spring in the courtyard, milky white in color, steaming hot, and filled with the smell of medicinal stones.

Qin Chuan soaked happily for a long time, and the girl sent him a soft white shirt and a pair of brand new wooden clogs. After putting them on, he felt refreshed and refreshed.At this time, follow her back along the original road, smell the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard, and the soft night wind blows on the skin through the white shirt, and every step feels like you can ride the wind.

Fu Jiuyun was waiting under a clump of lilacs, his loose white shirt enveloped him like a cloud, his long black hair was gathered on one shoulder, he was chatting and laughing with the boy, when he turned his head and saw her coming from here, he stopped. Said, just staring at her with a gentle and loving expression.

It is no easy feat to be gazed upon by such a pair of jewel-like beautiful eyes.Qin Chuan couldn't help lowering his head, his ears burning again.Recently, her skin has probably become thinner, and she blushes with blood every now and then, and she almost can't bear it.

As soon as her shoulders warmed up, he embraced her again, the movements were natural and intimate, as if that's how he should approach her.Qin Chuan felt that he should remind him, but he didn't want him to really leave him like a stranger in his heart. This kind of contradiction was really helpless.

The auricles were hot, and it was because his lips were close to each other, and the hot air sprayed on them.She was about to stop breathing, but she heard him whispering: "Just let go of your stomach and drink today, drink as much as you can. Anyway, I have everything, and it doesn't matter if you get drunk."

It's because of you that I can't let go of my stomach and get drunk, right?Qin Chuan glanced at him, seeing that there was no playfulness on his face, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.He blinked his left eye: "Anyway, listen to me, good boy."

Mei Shanjun waited in a small hall deep in the courtyard. A carpet made of soft white grass was spread in the hall. Small cases made of sandalwood were spread all over the floor. The same people in white shirts were male and female, old and young, demons and others.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the warm wind blows towards the face. These people must have passed out from drunk, and there is no one to take care of the dead bodies everywhere.In the drunken hall, only one person was moving, and he was pouring wine, pouring wine from the huge wine jar into the jug.This is a young man who is ridiculously thin, like a skeleton supporting his clothes, with a sickly blush on his cheeks.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bright and sharp, as if he could read people's hearts.He glanced at Qin Chuan, and stopped involuntarily.

Mr. Meishan didn't talk much, he directly threw a jar of wine over, Fu Jiuyun quickly scooped it up, unpacked it and drank most of it in one go.Only then did he show a slight smile, and patted the cushion beside him: "It's counted, sit down, and drink together. The girl next to me is also coming."

Fu Jiuyun hugged Qin Chuan and sat beside him, and introduced very briefly: "Her name is Qin Chuan."

Meishan Jun said lightly: "Okay! Emperor Ji of the Great Yan Kingdom, I respect you a pot."

What he used to toast was not a cup, but a jug.Passively, Qin Chuan picked up the jug, looked at him silently, and saw that there was a string of multicolored glazed beads on his wrist. The deceased old man also had the same string on his wrist, so he smiled knowingly: "We It can be regarded as the same teacher, this pot of wine, I should respect my uncle."

After saying that, without hesitation, he raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, turned the pot upside down, and there was not a drop left.

Mei Shanjun smiled again: "Good eyesight. Eldest brother left his school to repay his kindness and joined the Dayan Palace to teach the royal family white paper psychic art. In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. He is only a half-immortal, and now it should be the past. are you dead?"

Qin Chuan replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. was buried at the foot of Wanlan Mountain in Qiongguo in the west. I will take care of all the funeral affairs."

Meishan Jun showed no signs of grief, took two more jugs of wine, one for each person, and touched her: "I respect you for this jug, thank you brother Diji for taking care of the funeral."

Although Qin Chuan is a bottomless wine barrel, he can't stand him toasting pot by pot as soon as he comes up, and the wine in the pot is not ordinary spirits, as soon as he drinks it, he knows that it is a mixture of at least three kinds of wine mixed together Alcohol is very easy to get drunk.She slept for a whole day without eating a single grain of rice, drank dozens of pots of wine on an empty stomach, and gradually became dizzy.

Fortunately, Mr. Meishan was not much better than her. When the No. 30 five pots were reached, his wrists were shaking violently, and most of the wine was spilled outside.He let out a long sigh: "What a heroine in wine, I drank for a whole day today, and now I can't do it anymore. I will fight you two tomorrow."

He threw a handful of white paper from his sleeve, and when it landed, it turned into a dozen boys and girls in red skirts and white shirts, just like the ones who received him at the door, and ordered: "Throw away all these useless drunkards." Go out, lock the door, and see no visitors tomorrow or the day after."

This white paper psychic technique is much more beautiful than that used by the Dayan royal family. Up to now, Qin Chuan can only summon spirit beasts, but not human spirit ghosts.Mei Shanjun stood up staggeringly, and threw a thick envelope into Fu Jiuyun's arms: "This time, I'm the loser. I'll give you half of the origin of the national teacher first, and I'll give you the other half if you win tomorrow."

After saying that, his figure disappeared in a flash, leaving only a strong smell of alcohol.

Qin Chuan was so drunk that his mind was buzzing, but when he heard the word "National Teacher", he woke up immediately like a thunderbolt, and turned to look at Fu Jiuyun suspiciously.He didn't explain anything, he just stuffed the envelope into his arms and winked at her: "Good job, let's make persistent efforts tomorrow."

She was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "National teacher? The national teacher of Tianyuan Kingdom?"

He smiled faintly: "Hey, don't ask so many questions."

Sure enough, Qin Chuan didn't ask any more questions. He was about to stand up while leaning on the wine case, but his legs seemed to be made of cotton.Fu Jiuyun picked her up by the waist, walked all the way through the corridor and courtyard, and finally she was placed on a soft bed, and the quilt, with the fragrance of pine forest and bamboo leaves, gently covered her body.

Qin Chuan fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up, only to feel that the room was pitch black, and there was a man lying beside him, with his arms crossed to support her shoulders.

There was a familiar aroma and alcohol on him, it was Fu Jiuyun.Qin Chuan moved slightly, and saw that he didn't respond, and his breath was long, obviously falling asleep.She coughed twice and called him in a low voice: "Fu Jiuyun, Fu Jiuyun?"

He hummed twice, full of sleepiness, turned over and hugged her, and rubbed her twice like a quilt to continue dreaming.

Qin Chuan's eyes widened, his heart was beating wildly, and he quietly raised his hand into his clothes, groping for the envelope he had hidden.Touch, touch, touch a piece of smooth and firm skin, quickly let go and continue to touch other places.Touch it again, and feel the hidden pocket in the clothes. It feels like there is no envelope.He touched it again—but he grabbed his wrist forcefully.

Startled, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.His body tightened, and he hugged him as if he was going to rub it into his body. Even through the clothes, he could feel the scalding heat of his body.Qin Chuan no longer dared to pretend to be asleep, and said anxiously, "I..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already kissed her heavily, even a little roughly, almost ravaging her lips.Unable to keep up with his rhythm, she felt the pain on her lips, as if being burnt by fire, she couldn't help but struggled hard, pulled his hair, and pulled some distance between their tightly sealed lips.

"Envelope!" She said two words tremblingly, but he didn't say anything, taking advantage of her opening his mouth, attacking the city all the way, attacking the trembling tongue in his mouth.

Qin Chuan thought that he would die under such terrible strength and heat.No longer frivolous teasing and ambiguity, the entangled lips and tongues are full of ferocious desire, he wants to eat her, every detail will belong to him, and she will not allow her to refuse.

His palm was like a soldering iron, he suddenly poked in from the hem of her clothes, covered her naked back skin, gradually moved down, hooking the most beautiful curve of her waist.Qin Chuan only felt confused, a huge emptiness seized her, and wanted to cling to him tightly, hugging him tightly, as if he was afraid of losing something important.

The lingering lips parted slightly, and Fu Jiuyun's heavy and fiery breath sprayed on her face, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly distinguish: "You want to do bad things? Then let's do bad things together, okay?"

Let's do something bad together—but she just wanted to peek at the letter.

(End of this chapter)