Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

There is a pavilion in the middle of the lake in the back hill of the town.

There was a raft by the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and two people were sitting on the two ends of the raft to keep balance. Both of them had long black hair, one of them was a Pero girl full of energy, and the other was a girl who looked like a dragon, but was not sure if she was a dragon...

"Sir, why are you interested in sightseeing here today?"

The black-haired Pero girl used her toes to stir up waves of water and enjoyed the coolness brought by soaking in the water.

Her voice was a little noisy.

"To avoid some troublesome people. They are looking for me all over Poshan Town right now. It's so annoying that I have no mood to paint."

Xi threw the stone at hand into the lake. The stone did not bounce on the water surface but sank directly.

In a fit of anger, she overturned the basket of stones, and the stones and basket rolled into the lake.

"Would you like some natto rice, sir? Delicious food can make you feel better. Or maybe some deep-fried tofu?"

The leader of a certain violent begging group handed over the fried tofu next to him. Xi glanced at it but did not pick it up with chopsticks.

She's not hungry yet.

There was only one third of the fried tofu left on the plate, and the Pero girl restrained herself from finishing it immediately.

After all, the money on you is limited. Once you spend beyond your daily budget, you will have to live a hard life in the future.

She gave people the impression of an ascetic along the way, no, she was a monk.

"Forget it, just eat it yourself, otherwise you will have to make more if there is not enough food later, which is too troublesome."

The Pelo girl is usually very noisy. The best way to make her shut up is to stuff a big and thick banana into her mouth and let her eat it until she is full.

In addition to bananas, you can also stuff it with fried tofu, natto rice, or anything delicious.

This guy thinks about how to eat every day. It’s not an exaggeration to call him the violent beggar team leader.

Xi thought of a question that she had never asked before.

"I say... Saga, don't you feel bored staying here with me? The things you see every day are the same and never change. There is no alternation between day and night, and the things here return to their original state once you open your eyes..."

The people in the world of the painting were all created by Ximo and are part of this painting, so it is natural that they are not boring. If they did not belong here from the beginning, they would inevitably feel bored after a long time.

Saga has been trapped in the painting for so long, it's time to let her go.

"I think this kind of leisurely and comfortable life is good. I don't have to think about complicated things. I have food to eat every day and I don't have to hide from natural disasters."

Saga picked up a piece of fried tofu and put it in his mouth with a satisfied expression.

A normal person trapped in a painting would think about how to leave. But this guy is not a normal person. He is thinking about how to slack off here.

Haven’t you had enough after touching it for so many years?

"Forget it, there's no point in talking to you about this. You just like to play dumb."

Xi withdrew her feet from the water, let the raft dock, and then she stepped onto the shore herself.

Always doing the same thing in the world of paintings, the freshness will fade and wear away with the passage of time. She used to pretend to be a storyteller "Zhusan Jushi" and tell stories to the people in Poshan Town. Now she is tired of telling stories too much.

Those guys from outside brought ripples to her peaceful life. Especially the black-haired dragon girl, she was quite interesting. She was pretty and had a special aura that made people want to tease her, play with her, and enjoy her angry and frustrated expressions.

Painting on her body is also an interesting thing.

There was finally a smile on Xi's dull and lazy face.

"I found some fun, let's go first."

Saga was thrown aside, Xi put on his shoes and soon disappeared. The surroundings returned to silence, with only the sound of Saga chewing food.

"Can I have endless fried tofu and natto rice?"

She ate and talked to herself.

If so, then I can still consider it. It is said that the outside world is full of natural disasters, disaster victims are displaced, and there are infected people everywhere. This is what the master saw when he traveled around the world. She was shocked when she heard it.

Ever since she came into Xi's paintings and no longer saw those scenes, she began to enjoy this kind of life.

Now, Saga began to think about painting.

Cultivation is necessary. You need to go out and increase your knowledge. This is also the purpose of traveling down the mountain.

"Mmmmm (eating sounds)."

She was still a little confused.

……

Xi's fun lies in Feng Qingyu. This time she plays a brand new role whose personality is very different from her own and requires a lot of energy.

An outgoing, charming prostitute is indeed more interesting than the storyteller. The storyteller is a gloomy old man, who gets bored after playing the role for a long time.

It is different for the girls in brothels. They can meet all kinds of people every day, from all walks of life.

Although those people are just people in the painting, they are also miniatures created by Xi Mo according to the various aspects of the world, giving people a very realistic feeling. The scene of a beautiful woman saving a beautiful woman is one of the scenes in Xi's game.

"You didn't even ask for my body... Are you really so pure-hearted?"

Xi thought of many people who had strayed into her painting. After saving the beauty, the first thing they did was to ask for physical pleasure and to go to Wushan together. Of course, those guys were taught a lesson by her and then thrown out of the painting.

She has been playing the role of a prostitute for so long, and she has always maintained the setting of selling her art but not her body. It’s time to change her taste.

Feng Qingyu made an appointment with her two teammates. She would go back to the brothel to make sure everyone inside was safe, then change her clothes, get some lighting supplies, and go up the mountain to find Xi.

It was dark in the mountains and it was very dangerous in the dark.

Their luggage was all in the hotel, and their cell phones' batteries couldn't hold up for long, so they needed some traditional lighting tools, such as lanterns, torches and candles, to move around easily.

It was still daytime at the brothel. According to normal time, it was around eight or nine o'clock in the evening when business was at its peak, with customers flocking in and it was extremely lively.

As the most famous brothel in Poshan Town, there are naturally many customers.

Feng Qingyu walked into the lobby and saw Xi, the courtesan, playing the zither. Feng Lan had changed into a light blue gauze dress and was staring at the zither in her hand. Her slender jade fingers danced flexibly on the strings, producing beautiful music.

There were many guests watching the performance below, and everyone's face looked very intoxicated.

The music was good, and the performer was a stunning beauty. It was a pity that Feng Qingyu was not free now, otherwise she would have used her mobile phone to record it as the material for this mission.

"Go find someone to get some candles and lanterns first."

Bringing Xi back to Rhode Island was the most important thing, Feng Qingyu thought. However, she didn't know that she had already stepped into the big net woven by Xi.

203 Poshan Clouds and Rain

Why did things turn out like this? Feng Qingyu really wanted to know why he met her.

She has transformed into a hundred thousand whys, with countless questions in her mind.

The rich aroma of peach wine filled her mouth, and her stomach felt like it was burning. As the alcohol rolled down her stomach, she began to regret it.

She shouldn't have drunk alcohol and shouldn't have believed Feng Lan's lies.

No, this abominable fellow should be called Xi. Fenglan is a pseudonym, which came to me when I saw lily of the valley swaying in the wind.

Are all the brothers and sisters this naughty? (Naughty: Cantonese slang, meaning similar to "smart and weird", "weird", the closest term is "ghost")

People always start to regret after they have made a wrong decision. Regret is one of the most useless emotions and only adds to their troubles.

If she was in her right mind, she would not drink that glass of wine.

Xi lifted Feng Qingyu's chin with her green fingers and looked at her face from left to right. She had been looking at her for three or four minutes.

"As expected, she is the woman that Nian likes. Not bad."

"A woman that you... like?"

"Yes, I can smell the scent of Nian from you. She deliberately left her scent on you, doesn't that mean she likes you?"

"Is she a cat?"

What's going on with these sisters!

"Hey, you can't do this to me! You are a painter, you are an elegant person, how can you do this to an ordinary woman who can be seen everywhere?"

Xi's image of a cold and stay-at-home master collapsed instantly. She was not cold at all, but just a predator pretending to be cold.

At least, Feng Qingyu felt that she was.

Once the prey steps into the trap, Xi begins to close the net, preparing to "slaughter" and enjoy. Now Feng Qingyu is her prey, and is about to be treated in an unpredictable way.

"You must have forgotten that I saved you from drowning yesterday, otherwise you would have drowned and become a drowning ghost."

That artificial respiration, Xi sacrificed her first kiss that she had not given for so many years. What she had guarded for thousands of years was gone just like that, shouldn't she get some compensation?

If you don’t take this, you will lose a lot.

"This... is all your fault... the monster you created... you spitted and threw me into the river... I still have a cold now..."

For Feng Qingyu, the "favor" of throwing someone into the river and then fishing him out was a bit too much for her to bear.

Although she was grateful, it didn't mean she agreed.

Xi's fingers were teasing her chin rhythmically, and every time they teased her, she felt an itchy and numbing sensation on her chin.

It's getting worse.

"You were the one who pursued me first, Miss Feng Qingyu. I said before that I had no interest in going back with you, but you kept pestering me, so I had to take self-defense measures. Now, I am interested in you."

In the words of a domineering CEO, "Woman, you have successfully aroused my interest." Xi is not a domineering CEO, but just a painter with a bad temper.

Everyone says that Nian's personality is very complicated, and Xi is even better than her sister.

Wow, he even uses his tail, is there anything this guy can’t do?

"I am your savior. How can you be worthy of me if you don't repay me with your body?"

Xi emphasized this matter again, then reached out to untie the gauze. The milky white gauze fell down, and the figures of the two people were looming behind the gauze.

As a lady with a height of 172cm and a police officer of Longmen, Feng Qingyu is now weak, helpless and pitiful.

Judging from her height, Xi is only a little over 160cm tall. Why is she so aggressive?

This unscientific!

"Promise yourself to me... what the hell... let me go..."

That small cup of wine was very strong, and Feng Qingyu was already drunk. This was the world in the painting created by Xi, and she was the master. This cup of wine probably concentrated the strength of ten kilograms of liquor.

He only drank a little bit and got himself so drunk.

"Now that you're here, do you still want to escape? Who was the one who chased me here? I remember that you and your companions had to go to the back mountain to look for me. Now that I'm here, you don't have to look for me anymore, isn't that good?"

Xi sat on Feng Qingyu's waist and untied her belt.

"It just so happens that I haven't experienced the pleasure of female love in thousands of years. You can be my first experiencer. It would be better if you were a little happier."

She picked up a strand of hair and placed it on the tip of her nose.

"Hmm... that's the taste I like."

A soft body pressed against me, followed by soft lips. It was the same feeling as when I was rescued from drowning.

Very sweet, and also very green.

Although Xi had witnessed countless people falling in love and experiencing joy, she herself had never had a similar experience. She dressed up as a prostitute in order to find a suitable person to experience with.

Finally, she found Feng Qingyu. The "prey" marked by her sister made her excited.

The tongue invaded and occupied the center of the fortress, and finally Xi won the "battle of words".

It was drizzling outside the window, the sound of the raindrops falling on the eaves and the stone road, taking away the dryness in the air. The sound of the rain was getting louder and it was unlikely to stop for a while, as if to add to the mood of the people in the house.

Rainy days make people feel drowsy, and a cold plus alcohol makes them even more dizzy. Feng Qingyu's whole body was burning hot, as if his bones were about to melt, and he wanted to jump into the cold water to cool down.

Xi would not give her any chance to escape. In the world created by Xi, she had nowhere to escape.

The clothes flew out one by one and fell to the ground. Some unknown spices were burning in the incense burner, which had a mobilizing and catalytic effect on emotions.

When it comes to arranging the environment and creating the atmosphere, Xi is better than other women.

There seemed to be something else in the wine, suspected to be computer parts. The cells in the body began to become restless, eager to exercise, and vent their accumulated energy in exercise.

Damn, this guy Xi is quite despicable, Feng Qingyu thought.

"I feel so bad... The wine you gave me... There's something wrong..."

It was too late to realize that the alcohol was problematic. It was like this every time. Feng Qingyu fell into the trap of some dangerous woman and suddenly realized that he was being calculated.

How many times has the plum blossom bloomed?