It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Wen Ai lay down on the man blankly, his innocent look matched with a confused expression, it was absolutely incredible.

The man lost his mind, raised his upper body and leaned over his neck to smell it, and said regretfully, "It's not Dikun."

After knowingly, Wen Ai reacted, pressing the man's forehead and pushing the back of his head into the soil again: "Deng disciple!"

Wen Ai propped up his limbs and wanted to get up, but the man suddenly squeezed his waist, making him completely unable to get up. He twisted and twisted on the man for a long time, and couldn't get rid of the shackles of his waist. When he got angry, he grabbed the man's collar and barked his white teeth: "Believe it or not, I bit you?"

"Believe it." The man curled his lips frivolously, stretched out his long arms, and pulled a peony from a branch next to it and inserted it into Wen Yai's hair. I'm bitten to death, and I want to bury it in this bush with you."

Wen Ai had never seen such a brazen person, was shocked for a few seconds, then rushed over and grabbed the man's throat, his teeth closed in the middle—

"Hiss! You really bite!" The man cried out in pain, and retracted his hand locked on Wen Ai's waist. Wen Ai took the opportunity to get up and flexibly got out of the flowers.

The man quickly came out, caught up with Wen Ai and stopped in front of him a few steps: "Little cute, what's your name?"

Wen Ai ignored him, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

"Don't go." The man sticks up like a cowhide to follow him, "Isn't it enthusiastic just now? It's not Dikun, my brother still loves you."

Wen Ai changed his head several times in succession, and the man perseveringly drove him over every time, like a cocklebur sticking to his woolen trousers, he couldn't shake it no matter how.

Wen Ai stopped, hugged his arms, raised his head and glared at the man: "Big Brother Ghost, please don't follow me incessantly."

The man was happy when he heard it, and pointed at himself: "Big Brother Ghost?"

Wen Ai's gaze slid from the man's attractive peachy eyes to his thin lips, and concluded: "Bo Xingxiang, romantic ghost."

"Hahaha, you are such a precious treasure!" The man raised his head and laughed, "Judge people based on their appearances and get so upright and confident, I am so romantic, I am clearly wronged by you."

Wen Ai came to Zhener and pointed his finger at him: "Where did you wronged you? You pull into your arms when you see someone. Am I wrong?"

The man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at him with interest: "Let me think about it. Except for the rhubarb I raised, only you got into my arms and missed my clean body. When I wake up, I take away my innocence, and in the end I am accused of becoming a disciple."

The man held his chin in contemplation: "Should I go to the yamen to beat the drums and complain about grievances?"

There are too many pitfalls in his reversal of black and white. Wen Ai didn't know where to start to refute for a while. After holding back for a long time, he finally pushed the man hard: "I'm sick!"

"Why are you always doing it!" The man took a few steps back before standing still, and stretched out his hand to remove the collar, revealing the tooth marks on his neck. "Look, the place where you bit me just now is not good."

Wen Ai glanced at it. The tooth marks were indeed still red, and the skin was broken in two places, with blood oozing out. He took out a small porcelain bottle and threw it over: "Take it."

The man caught the small porcelain bottle, unplugged the cork, and shook the mouth of the bottle under his nose. He raised his eyebrows and said, "The best muscle cream, are you from Yinxiangu?"

Wen Ai snorted: "If you know, don't you hurry up? Be careful. I put you on the black list in the valley. From now on, anyone who has a relationship with you will not be saved."

"Black list?" The man understood right now, and he hung his hand over Wen Ai with a smile, "It turned out to be Lord Yin, disrespectful and disrespectful. Under Zhuo Yiqing, the young owner of Cuanyun Villa, twenty-three this year, not yet Marriage."

Wen Ai opened his eyes wide: "You are Zhuo Yi..."

Zhuo Yiqing approached him with a smile: "Lord Xiaogu knew me—huh? What are you doing?"

Wen Ai pulled Zhuo Yiqing's placket to look inside, and while watching, he reached in and took out: "You give me my medicine."

Zhuo Yiqing looked down at the little head that was about to fall into her clothes, and couldn't say whether to laugh or cry: "How can you go back when it was given to me?"

"Where are you hiding?" Wen Ai continued rummaging, his soft little hand rubbing his chest.

"Little cutie is really enthusiastic, it's just that--" The heavenly dry smell on Zhuo Yiqing's body suddenly became much heavier, "I'm going to be aroused by you."

"Hmm!" Wen Ai clutched his nose and jumped back a long way. "How can you let out your breath casually? Didn't your father teach you how to control it!"

Zhuo Yiqing tidyed up the messy plackets slowly, and turned back to that handsome son again. He looked at Wen Ai with a lot of time: "Your nose is quite good. Generally speaking, it is difficult for Zedui to detect this. Kind of smell."

Wen Ai bit his scalp and recognized it: "I learned this when I was studying medicine."

"Really? My nose is very good." Zhuo Yiqing leaned forward, took a deep breath in Wen Ai's neck, and said quietly, "I can smell a lot of things that other people can't smell."

Wen Ai almost reached out to cover the scent glands on the back of his neck reflexively. Fortunately, he reacted in time and stood still and said, "Zedui has no smell, and no matter how good your nose is, you can't smell any flowers. "

"That's not necessarily." Zhuo Yiqing straightened up, his eyes rolled on Wen Ai's hair, and smiled mysteriously, "It smells like peony."

On the way back to Bieyuan, Wen Ai's heart remained hanging. He was worried that Zhuo Yiqing really smelled that he was Dikun, but his scent wasn't like that of peony flowers?

Wen Ai struggled all the way. After returning to the room, he sat at the table and poured several cups of tea.

The dead and the unhelpful knocked on the door and came in. The two big men were winking and silent for a long time.

Wen Ai was worried, and put the teacup on the table: "I have something to say."

Wu Zhi used the black hand behind him and pushed Wu Yi out. He looked at Wen Ai's face bitterly, and said cautiously, "Gu Master, you have a flower on your head..."

Wen Ai was taken aback, touched his head, and he really found a peony flower from his sideburns, which was inserted by Zhuo Yiqing at the beginning.

No wonder Zhuo Yiqing said mysteriously at the time that he smelled the scent of peony flowers. He deliberately kept silent to remind himself, letting himself walk back all the way with such a big beautiful flower, really, really——

Wen Ai threw the peony flower to the ground, really angry!

The sword appreciation conference will officially begin tomorrow. Representatives of all sects have successively moved into the Sanchi Pavilion. At night, the Sanchi Pavilion will have a banquet as usual, gathering all these famous figures. Come together.

"The Master Yin of the Hidden Immortal Valley has arrived--"

Wen Ai walked into the banquet hall, eyes from all directions swept over him.

Everyone thought: This is the new Valley Master, who is so young and his childishness has not yet taken off. However, looking at it is much easier to talk than the iceberg face of the last term. At first glance, it is a simple-minded person. It is definitely not like the previous term who would do such a terrible thing like the last three years.

This is the face of a benevolent healer!

Wen Ai followed the maid who led the way, bypassed the female disciple of the Luoxia School, passed the Shaolin monks who sat in a circle around the plain seats, and finally came to the main table at the head of the hall.

This table is basically the core of the entire martial arts, Wen Ai greeted them one by one, the respected predecessors, the heroes with majestic skills, outstanding rookies...

Wait, the amorous peach eyes of the rookie——

Zhuo Yiqing smiled and pulled the chair beside him, and said in a familiar tone: "Qianshuang, come sit down."

What do you want to do so affectionately, I don't know you at all.

Wen Ai was about to speak, but was cut off by others first.

"It turns out that Lord Yin and Yiqing have known each other a long time ago, so very good, so very good." Old Zhuangzhu Zhuo looked at Wen Ai with kind eyes, "It is the first time for Lord Yin to come here, at a young age, and there is nothing to talk about with us old antiques. With the talkative boy of my family, this meal can be more interesting."

Other people on the table also agreed, Wen Ai couldn't help but sit down beside Zhuo Yiqing.

Zhuo Yiqing took the initiative to help Wen Ai fill the glass, Wen Ai picked it up and took a sniff, then turned to ask him, "Why is it tea?"

Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows: "You want to drink?"

"No." Wen Ai shook his head, "I just want to make sure you did it well, or you didn't pay attention to it."

Zhuo Yiqing looked at him with interest: "In that case, you have wronged me again."

Wen Ai looked serious: "For you, I would rather make mistakes a hundred times than miss one."

"You prejudiced..." Zhuo Yiqing smiled and shook her head, holding up her wine glass, "Well, let's make a toast for your prejudice!"

Wen Ai clinked his glasses with him, raised his head and drank it, and then buckled the glass upside down to show that he hadn't left a drop.

Zhuo Yiqing was so amused by him, the corners of his mouth were almost under the ears, and he couldn't help touching Wen Ai's head with his hands: "Why did you grow up eating? How come you are so cute! "

Wen Ai reached under the table and twisted Zhuo Yiqing's thigh, and said in a low voice, "You pay attention to me!"

Zhuo Yiqing "hissed" in pain, retracted her hand and sat down upright, and passed Wen Ai's voice to the secret: "How do I think we look like wild ducks who are cheating? It's especially shameful."

Wen Ai is proficient in the art of divergence, but martial arts is not very good. He is not even able to show off the skills of a talented person with deep internal strength like sound transmission and secret. But in front of this big table, he couldn't say something directly. He could only hold back his breath and glared at Zhuo Yiqing warningly: "Shut up."

Zhuo Yiqing immediately tightened her lips and blinked at him.

Wen Ai breathed a sigh of relief.

San Chi Pavilion is rich in wealth, and it is naturally the delicacy of mountains and seas to entertain guests. Seeing a table of delicacies and delicacies, it happened by coincidence that the appetizers were all concentrated in front of Wen Yai. He had a chopstick on each plate, and his appetite opened up, but the big fish and the meat are far away. He was embarrassed to stand up and pick up vegetables, so he could only dry the white rice in the bowl.

Wen Ai was lowering his head and counting rice grains one by one. A shiny and shiny drumstick suddenly fell into his bowl. He raised his head in surprise. Zhuo Yiqing was looking at him with a smile, and the chopsticks in his hand moved a few times out of thin air. : "What do you want to eat, I will give you a clip."

Wen Ai hesitated for a while, and finally felt that filling his stomach is the most important: "I want that shrimp."

Zhuo Yiqing stretched out her arms, and a chopsticks and shrimp entered Wen Ai's bowl.

Wen Ai: "And the steamed fish over there."

Zhuo Yiqing picked the softest piece of meat under the fish's belly and gave him.

Wen Ai soon stopped being polite with him. Whatever he wanted to eat was directed by one mouth, while Zhuo Yiqing meant where to hold it, and the chopsticks could be reached no matter how far away.

The two of them used a pair of chopsticks, and everyone at the table was watching. The owner of the three-foot pavilion couldn't help but ridicule: "It's rare to see Yiqing take care of people like this for the first time!"

Zhuo Yiqing helped Wen Ai serve the soup while smiling back: "Uncle Kim, don't say that, don't I think his short hands can't reach him?"

After the soup was served, Zhuo Yiqing handed the bowl to Wen Ai, held it for a long time, but she didn't pick it up.

Wen Ai: "I have short hands and can't reach."

Zhuo Yiqing was overjoyed: "Is it so short? Then brother, feed you."

With that said, Zhuo Yiqing stirred in the bowl with a spoon, and scooped up a ladle of soup to be fed. Everyone was in full view, and Wen Ai was not hiding, nor was it not hiding. In the end, he was stiffly poured a spoon of soup.

Zhuo Yiqing was addicted to feeding, and took a piece of pork belly from the soup: "Come on, eat some meat."

"I'll do it myself." Wen Ai stretched out his hand to grab the bowl and spoon together. Zhuo Yiqing avoided his hand lightly and grinned at him: "I'll do it, aren't you short?"

Wen Ai blocked his chest in one breath.

You can be proud of it now, wait for a few days to get to the plot point, see if I will not take you back to the valley to toss you to death, then hang nine locks on the door of the little black house, I will let you call Not every day, making the ground unworkable.