King Leng pursues his wife, but abandons his concubine

Chapter 54 Where did the monster come from (5)
In the dim light outside the painting boat, the light of the lantern flickered slightly. The outstanding man in red was sitting on the spot with his head slightly lowered, as if he was closing his eyes. His long dark brown hair fell from his delicate white shoulders. The neck poured down wantonly, but it was simply tied with a bright red silk belt, which seemed to add a bit of evil spirit to him.

On the Eight Immortals table made of red sandalwood in front of him is an incense burner half the size of a palm. Thin smoke rises from the incense burner, and the faint tea fragrance in the room drifts with the river wind blowing in from the window. The room was very quiet, only the crisp sound of the beaded curtains on the first floor of the phone bill being swayed up and down by the river wind could be heard.

This man seems to be the man in red who was teased by An An before as the peerless ugly man.

Hmph, pretending!

She couldn't believe that when she just opened the door, there was such a loud noise, that this man would really be unconscious at all, and even the ghosts wouldn't believe it.

No matter who you are, her goal today is just that stinky brat who stole her purse. He'd better not stop her, or she will clean it up with him. Don't blame her for being rude.

If you don't learn well at a young age, and learn to steal things, you can still get it when you grow up.

An An was planning to ignore him, a big living person, and passed him directly, looking for the boy. As soon as he reached the man's place, the man opened a pair of charming eyes and looked at An An.

"I looked up and suddenly saw a beauty coming, and the lights on my red lips were bright."

There was a hint of deepness in the man's shallow voice, which easily broke the silence in the room. At this time, An An saw the whole picture of the man in red clearly.

The first reaction in An'an's mind was, Wucao is indeed a monster, her intuition is so accurate.

The ancient gods were really eccentric. He was just a man. Why did he give him such a demonic appearance? Isn’t this pure waste?
Angrily threw a resentful look at the man in red, An An subconsciously glanced at her undeveloped breasts, hey, why, why, people want to have a figure and a beautiful appearance, so she forced herself to repeatedly It's really unfair to have no breasts to be proud of!
This evildoer is really frivolous, and even recites poems in an arty manner. He showed his love directly like this when they met for the first time. It's really showing off!
But it's a pity that she likes beautiful men, but she has no feelings for evildoers, even if this evildoer has a perfect appearance. Also, who said that the ancients were very reserved?
Come out, I promise not to kill you!
An An, who was about to argue with the evildoer just now, suddenly saw a section of discordant plain clothes under the Eight Immortals table. If she remembered correctly, the clothes on that stinky brat were made of this kind of fabric, then. . .

He bluntly said to the evildoer who smiled at her with ill intentions: "Get out of the way!"

Then, like a gust of wind, he rushed to the table of the Eight Immortals, grabbed the boy out,
Grabbing one of the boy's ears with his right hand, he warned: "Smelly brat, I've caught you now! Hurry up and obediently return my purse, and I'll spare you."

"Alas! Pain, pain, pain, sister, you really misunderstood me, I didn't steal your purse!"

The boy begged for mercy bitterly, trying desperately to save his poor little ear that was caught in An'an's claws.

"Impossible! Don't try to fool me, return my purse quickly, do you hear me? Immediately, immediately!"

An An obviously didn't believe what the boy said, and still grabbed the boy's ears and refused to let go. Today, she must get the money back, not because she cares about the few taels of money left, but because of face problem.

"Sister, I really didn't steal your purse. I can swear to God, if you don't believe me, if you search carefully on your body, you might find it."

Seeing the boy promise himself so swearingly, An An had to wonder if she had really misunderstood him. An An's left hand reached out to her belt suspiciously, and suddenly she really touched that Qiaoyue personally helped her. With the lotus purse tied around her waist, An An's little face blushed unconsciously.

It's really embarrassing to be at home. Why, she, An An Yingming, would have such an oolong happen.

An An retorted unwillingly: "You stinky brat, since you didn't steal my purse, why are you running away in such a hurry? It made me think that"

"What do you think? Do you think I stole your purse? Sister, the road does not belong to your house. My legs grow on me. You run yours, I run mine. Is there any conflict?"

The boy saw An An's embarrassment, and said fearlessly.

(End of this chapter)