My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 348 Chapter 349 I really love the way you are jealous!

When Yun Yifei talked about this, his face was solemn.

"My grandfather also participated in the battle against the Qiang Fang, and was the counselor of the entire army.

After General Zhong and his wife died in the Battle of Guanping, my grandfather felt very guilty.

For many years since then, he has been secretly investigating the Wu tribe in the Qiang side, and wrote a book on it.

The book records in detail various things about the Qiang and Wu tribes, one of which may be related to what you mentioned. "

Shangguan Yanwan's eyes lit up, and she immediately asked, "Is it heart-gouging? The old national teacher has recorded why the witches want to poach hearts?"

Yun Yifei nodded, "Although it is recorded, there is only a short sentence, and the blood on my heart can call forth my soul."

spiritualism?

Shangguan Yanwan was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, "Could it be that the unknown Mrs. Chen is trying to summon someone's soul?
Since it was calling for souls, it must be for the dead. Who did she want to call? "

Yun Yifei shook his head, "We don't even know the identity of Mrs. Chen, so it's really difficult to guess why she did this."

Shangguan Yanwan sighed faintly, pursed her red lips, put her head in front of him again, and rubbed it lightly.

"I don't know now, but it doesn't mean I don't know in the future. That old woman killed so many people, I will definitely not spare her lightly!

When we meet next time, we will never let her escape, and we must avenge those who died! "

Yun Yifei gently stroked her hair, nodded, with a small smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Wanwan, since you became the judge of the Yin-Yang Yamen, your temperament has changed a lot.

I am quite concerned about those ghosts who died in vain, and will run around for them. "

Shangguan Yanwan raised her head in front of him, her chin pressed against his chest, her eyes narrowed, and she smiled like a little fox.

"Brother Yifei, you are really a veritable vat of old vinegar. You used to be jealous of people, but now you don't let go of even ghosts."

Yun Yifei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly, and replied seriously: "Yes, I am a ten thousand year old vinegar jar.

As long as I see you with other men, no matter ten years old or twenty years old, whether it's a human or a ghost, my teacher will not be happy.

No one can take any of Wanwan's attention away, not even ghosts, you belong to me alone. "

Shangguan Yanwan raised her moist red lips, hugged his waist with both hands, and crawled forward, just facing the tip of his nose.

She looked down at him, her eyes met, as if there was nothing else in each other's eyes except for the other.

"Brother Yifei, what a coincidence, I thought so too, does this mean that the heroes see the same thing?

As long as I see other women approaching you, no matter if they are eight years old or young, I will get angry and jealous!
However, did I tell you that I really love the way you are jealous!

Every time I see you jealous, my whole body will itch, my fingers will itch, even the apex of my heart will itch, I just want to press you under my body. "

Having said that, he stopped, red lips were directly printed on his thin lips, and he bit hard, like a puppy.

"That's all I want."

After saying a word, she let go of her thin lips, lingered on his eyes again, and kissed gently on the eyelids.

"And so."

Finally, he stopped on the bright red tear mole, and kissed him very reverently.

"Well, I prefer that."

Yun Yifei grabbed the troublesome little hand and exerted force on it, and the two immediately changed positions.

"Wanwan, it seems that your body has recovered, and the night is still long, so you can accompany me to continue to promote the absorption of medicinal materials."

Shangguan Yanwan giggled, only to feel that her body was sunk in a mass of softness, like clouds and mist, like illusion and reality.

"Obey, my lord."

After finishing the words, he wrapped his arms around his neck, tilted his head back, and made a beautiful arc.

The soft tulle tents are lightly swayed, and the brocade quilt seems to be blooming with gorgeous fireworks. The night is still very long.

(End of this chapter)