I was vying for favor with four big daddy

Chapter 649 This Is Just a Dream
There is nothing in Yan Gui's spiritual consciousness, and it is not like a spring. His spiritual consciousness has been sealed up; he is like other living dead, a murderous puppet who came here to obey orders.

Tangtang didn't give up, and searched again, but still didn't find anything.

Originally thought that the scene Quan saw was obtained from Yan Gui's spiritual consciousness, but now it seems that Yan Gui's spiritual consciousness should be controlled near Futu City.

At least Tu Mengyan protected his consciousness well, otherwise, Quan's consciousness would not feel as if he was in the same place after being away for such a long time.

I have to find a way to get it back.

Tangtang slowly opened her eyes, and then saw a pair of black eyes fixed on her, like an overturned inkstone.

"..."

Yan Gui's hand twitched, and his legs also moved. The trembling intention was obvious. If it wasn't for the magic circle, he would probably jump up and beat someone.

Tangtang was startled, jumped three feet away from him, put on a fighting stance, and stared back:

"Brother, if you have something to say, please say it. I didn't mean to look at your consciousness. I'm helping you. Do you know what it means?"

She stretched her arms and legs and gestured for a long time: "It's to protect you and make you look like a human...Although you are still a human now, but...hey, why are you sitting up?"

Yan Gui, who stared at the black eyes, sat up straight from the couch without using his hands to support him, straight up and down, like a dead body.

Sitting there motionless.

Shawl with black hair, snow-white middle coat, if the lips were more ruddy...

Tangtang imagined that scene, rubbed her arms: "Brother?"

A gust of wind blew past the window, stirring Yan Gui's hair, but he didn't move.

Tangtang felt cold, and stepped forward cautiously: "Brother Yangui?"

Yan Gui still didn't move, the robe slid down his shoulders, exposing his bony shoulders.

If it weren't for the scars on it, Tangtang would have been dazzled by the large snow white, and she stretched out the devil's claw tremblingly——

Then she retracted again, and she fell into a deep self-criticism.

Brother Yan Gui is ill, and he is still a shell without consciousness, the world is open, and there is no one around, it is not good to move his claws and feet, right?

As the saying goes, gentleman...women don't bully fools.

However, the autumn wind is cold, so what if you don’t pull up your clothes and freeze?

After a fierce struggle in her heart, Her Majesty the Empress stretched out her little hand again, and cautiously moved forward:
"Brother, Tangtang is for your own good, not eating your tofu, please don't move around, be obedient, be good."

Very good, she grabbed Yan Gui's fallen robe, and just lifted it up——

Yan Gui turned her head.

Tangtang almost crushed his clothes into powder, and swallowed urgently: "Brother, brother..."

His dark eyes stared at her unblinkingly.

"Calm down, brother, you have to calm down, this is just a dream, in fact nothing happened."

Tangtang lifted it up quickly, stabbing——

Yan Gui's outer robe was completely torn in two.

Tangtang looked at the other half of the clothes under Yan Gui's hands: "..."

I said it wasn't intentional, do you believe it?
Yan Gui finally moved. He was half-wrapped in the quilt, and stood directly from the couch to the ground. I haven't seen him for half a year. He seems to have grown a lot taller.

Tangtang was forced to take half a step back by the fierce aura emanating from his whole body, cowardly and fierce:
"What, what are you doing, you, you, don't bully Tangtang, Tangtang will even hit you when he gets aggressive."

Yan Gui continued to walk forward, grasped the knife, picked it up and chopped——

There was a lot of noise from the tinkling of bells, which immediately attracted the imperial guards guarding the door. They kept banging on the door: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you alright?"

With a bang, the door was knocked open from the outside.

A dark blue figure flashed past quickly, stopped in front of Tangtang, and received Yan Gui's knife with his back.

There was a muffled "poof", and the blade pierced into the bone and the flesh was ripped open.

"spring--"

"The patriarch—"

"Stop him quickly!"

There was a sudden chaos in the dormitory.

When the imperial doctor heard the news and rushed to bandage Quan, he frowned: "It's a big injury in three days, a small injury in five days, how many days can I live?"

With the blood in Tangtang's hand, he stared blankly at Quan, and then looked up at Yan Gui who was pushed back by the servants of Xiaoyaojing.

He was still struggling violently, trying to break free from the imprisonment of the new magic circle, but it didn't help, this time his body, hands and feet were restrained respectively.

Hu/Fa came over and said in a low voice: "No matter how reluctant the master is, Young Master Xiao will be a living dead."

"As soon as the three months arrive, his consciousness will not return to his place. He is not even as good as the weeds on the side of the road. He is just a skeleton who can only wield a knife."

"This subordinate is talking too much. Even if you don't return him to Tu Mengyan, you can't let him stay here. Today, patriarch Quan is blocking the knife for you. What if he goes crazy again tomorrow?"

Tangtang didn't speak.

Quan, who was half unconscious, held her sleeve tightly, and whispered softly: "Don't be afraid."

The Guardian/Fa sighed: "How can the Landlord harm a dying person..."

"Shut up!" Tangtang scolded in a cold voice.

Hu/Fa immediately knelt down: "This subordinate made a slip of the tongue, the Landlord calms down."

Tangtang stood up, took off the robe and stuffed it into Quan's hand, and called the palace guards in: "Send the patriarch back to his bedroom, so that he can take care of him."

"You guys should leave too, don't come in if you have nothing to do."

"His Majesty……"

"Master..."

The palace people and subordinates couldn't persuade them, so they had to slowly exit the hall, but they didn't go far. Everyone listened to the movement in the bedroom.

Tangtang walked back to the couch, looked at the magic circle that imprisoned Yan Gui: "You are not a person who practiced spells, how did you escape from the restriction just now?"

During the time she was away, did anyone come?

Yan Gui didn't speak, but stared at her directly.

Tangtang stared back until her eyes became sour, and she didn't see Yan Gui's next move.

Only then did she look around, then lifted his clothes and pushed him on the couch, revealing his back.

There are three lines of inconspicuous tattoos on it, each character is about the size of a sesame seed, and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Tangtang half knelt down, stretched her neck, narrowed her eyes, and read it word by word:

"...Isn't this written in Southern Border? It's a spell, a nursery rhyme?"

She read it again, remembered it in her heart, and planned to ask Tsing Yi's mother-in-law later.

Just as he was about to get up, a flash of light flew past his eyes.

The streamer suddenly exploded on the wall like fireworks, and the girl in white came riding a crane in vain:

"Little beauty glutinous rice balls... Ah, man, alive, without clothes, what are you doing, make sister Kangkang!"

Tangtang: "..."

I didn't say anything, can you wipe the drool off?
With a sullen face, she turned Xiaobai to the couch and said, "Kang, take care of Kang, that's brother Yangui."

The girl in white covered her mouth, and couldn't hold back: "Oh, it doesn't matter who it is, I don't tell the truth, hehehe——"

(End of this chapter)