People are monks in the island country, and black silk wives are mounts

Chapter 51

Put Tanaka Saya into the rosary.

Lu Jin looked at Yuan Bo Ling who was silent beside him.

"This time I owe you a favor. If you need help in the future, you can come to Yakushiji to find me at any time."

Although he could deal with those guys even if this woman didn't do anything.

But since she helped him, he would naturally accept this favor.

"Remember what you said."

Yuan Bo Ling snorted.

Although the look in her eyes when she looked at Lu Jin was not as full of disgust as before, she didn't have much good feelings either.

Lu Jin was a little speechless, but he was somewhat accustomed to this attitude.

This woman didn't just hate him, to be more precise, she hated all men.

She didn't like any man.

It was a bit inexplicable.

But compared to others, his treatment was already good.

To be honest.

It is indeed a serious illness.

After Yuan Bo Ling left, Lu Jin did not leave in a hurry.

Instead, he came to the villa alone.

In the room, Aoi Takumi, who was possessed by the evil spirit, was still sleeping.

"Don't you plan to cut the grass and wipe it out?"

Lu Jin was a little curious that Tanaka Saya didn't kill this guy.

This family, one by one, is not a good person.

You can kill the wrong person with your eyes closed.

It is also a disaster to keep him alive.

"He won't live long."

Tanaka Saya snorted coldly.

An ordinary person, possessed by an evil spirit.

He is not dead now, but the evil spirit does not want him to die.

She doesn't need to do it, it won't take long for this guy to be killed by the evil spirit in his body.

Compared to this guy, she is more curious about why Lu Jin hasn't left.

"Don't mind your own business."

Lu Jin didn't explain, walked through the long corridor, and came directly to a bedroom door.

The bedroom door was not locked.

It was opened with a slight push.

Inside the room, the lights were dim, and the pink ambient lights made the whole room look a little ambiguous.

On the bed, Yuriko Aoi, wearing black lace pajamas, was lying on her side.

Under the light, her cold white skin was slightly shiny, the hem of her pajamas was turned up, and her straight legs below her thighs were slightly curled up.

The pajamas slid down her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbone and shoulders.

The tall mountains stood tall without any support.

The long wine-red hair was casually scattered, and her lazy eyes were casual, looking at the man who walked in calmly, as if she had expected this scene long ago.

"It seems that my guess is correct."

The expression on Lu Jin's face was as expected.

When he was talking with Aoi Yuriko in the garden before, he felt that this woman was hinting at something.

When he left the secret room, he had some guesses.

And now, this guess is even more certain.

From the beginning, Yuriko Aoi told him about Kumi Aoi, and she has been secretly guiding him to discover the secret of the secret room in the manor.

Why did she do this?

Lu Jin didn't know, but one thing was certain, this woman was definitely not the same kind of person as Hai Aoi.

"It seems that the mage has guessed it. He is worthy of being the man I like."

Yuriko Aoi looked appreciative and slowly propped herself up from the bed.

Only then did Lu Jin realize that this woman had only a simple set of underwear on her body except for a black lace pajamas she was wearing outside.

As Yuriko Aoi stood up, the lace pajamas opened to both sides.

Below the deep clavicle, the seductive beautiful flesh was exposed in front of her without any cover.

Her figure was not the kind of very slender type, but a little fat, but just the right fat.

Because of regular exercise, her figure is quite well-proportioned, with slight muscle lines on her flat belly, and her voluptuous thighs, which show white waves of flesh as she moves.

The legs are tightly fitted together, and there is not even a gap.

This slightly plump figure looks like a plump pear, with an indescribable astringency.

Lu Jin looked at the purple hollow underwear under the lace pajamas.

The hollow design has very little fabric, and the fabric tied with two laces hangs around the waist. Less than one-third of the main body can be seen under the wrapping of a pair of fleshy legs.

It is covered tightly.

This kind of dress is quite revealing, and it can't even be described as sexy.

Black pajamas, purple underwear.

Against the cold white skin, there is an extreme contrast temptation.

The lawn of my wife's house is trimmed very neatly, and there is not even a trace of weeds.

"Does it look good?"

The woman, who was barefoot on the blanket, slowly came over.

She closed the door casually and pulled Lu Jin's clothes to the bed.

"It looks good!"

Lu Jin's answer was quite sincere.

Monks do not lie, so how could he, a monk, lie?

Even if he did, it would be a white lie.