Will You Die if You Don’t Pretend to be Forced?

If God gave Gongliang another chance, he would definitely choose to block his eyes that he wanted to stick to others at the moment he saw Bai Jin!

He never knew that just staring at the beauties on the street for a few more glances would cost such a huge price, and he was full of plans and he didn't hold it back, and then swallowed back. Since the day he went back home, Gongliang Zhi just lived a "hell" everyday.

For example, in the middle of the night, I felt something flashing in front of my eyes. I opened my eyes and saw a shadow hanging upside down from the paper window, as if someone was hanging upside down from the roof and drifting in the wind. This frightened Young Master Gongliang, so he shouted on the spot and called the boy guard outside the door to come in, and then he looked at the window, where is there a figure?

Even in the middle of the night, the guards in Zhuangzi were eagerly asked to go to the room to see, it means that there is no trace of anyone on the top.

For example, if he wants to take advantage of his uncle's coming back to study fashion soon, either the candle will not light up, or the ink will not be found. After being in this environment for two days, Gong Liangzhi screamed crazy to return to the capital. He was puzzled by his uncle's work. He wondered if he had hysteria, and even specially invited Taoist priests to come to exorcise evil spirits.

It was the last time that his mother heard about this, and couldn't sleep all night, forcing the master to take her son back, and made various guarantees, which made him be taken back to the capital a few days later.

It’s strange to say that after Gong Liangzhi returned to the capital, the scary ghosts and the weird things that happened to him disappeared, and within a few days, he regained his character as a romantic boy-just decided to say nothing in this life. Closer to Huayang Town.

Yiying watched Gongliang's mighty motorcade out of the town, sitting cross-legged at the top of the tallest restaurant in Huayang Town, and chatting with his companions while eating melon seeds:

"I spent a few nights with him, and I'm leaving now. I'm so reluctant."

He is the one who hangs upside down and sways outside the window of Gongliang's bedroom every day. Gongliang's departure makes him feel that his nightlife is missing another object to pass the time, which is a bit sad.

Er Ying glanced at him, then replied with a grin, "Then you go send him off?"

Yi Ying licked melon seeds very fast, and he saw the melon seed shells flying around. Hearing Er Ying's words, he shook his head, waved his hand and replied: "I'm sorry, I think he has already poured three times in a row. The heavenly priest has rune water, so drink it again, I'm afraid it will lead to collapse."

Sanying glanced at him disgustingly, feeling that the conversation between them suddenly filled with a strong smell.

"It's disgusting, you even followed him to the latrine."

The shadow that remained the most silent did not speak, and turned a deaf ear to the conversation between them.

Watching Gongliangzhi's carriage team gradually walked out of sight, Yiying carefully packed the remaining seeds into the small black cloth pocket and stuffed it back into his arms. Hearing Sanying's words, he couldn't help but replied: "The target of tracking is including How about all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation? You can doubt my martial arts, but you cannot doubt my professionalism."

Sanying: Good, good, I will convince you without supporting the wall.

No way, the person they were going to talk to recently was really like a little Fuwa, with its own ability to turn a good fortune-almost met pickpockets on the street many times, or other disciples, did not wait for them to take action , Or the guards who happened to be on duty in the government rushed up just to rectify the morals and took the people away.

Either the person slapped a few tens of meters away from her, and the professional horse face down and fell exactly once.

As a result, their daily routine was to judge whether the people who fell in the crowd were tripped by the roadside obstacles, or wrestled in a fascinating way, to train their eyesight.

For example, today is the situation again:

An image of a gecko climbing on the wall, trying to **** the wall with its belly, sticking his head out of the wall, and burying it in the dense bamboo forest. Seeing a person wrestling in the distance, I began to communicate with my friends:

"This must have been staring at our Miss Bai again! Look at his wrestling posture! Squeeze a melon seed!"

Er Ying sat on a treetop in a courtyard not far away, capturing the whole process of the man's movements from among the branches and leaves. Hearing his words retorted: "No, I saw him tripped by someone next to him. Squeeze two melon seeds!"

Before Sanying had time to place his bet, he heard the voice of the shadow that basically didn't open his mouth: "A pound of melon seeds was caused by that person's left foot and right foot after being hit."

One shadow, two shadows, and three shadows: "Just you!"

As a result, they only finished speaking, and wanted to hear Sanying’s answer—because he was in the highest position and the closest to there, he could directly report the panoramic situation to show the three people’s guess—they heard a smiling female voice directly in their ears. Sounded:

"Why don't I ask you three kilos of melon seeds a cup of tea, and you sit down? Don't talk to me all day long, turning a blind eye to me."

This is the real local tyrant!

Er Ying's mind was filled with the appearance of being overwhelmed by the happiness of melon seeds. When I heard San Ying seriously and suspiciously next to him, he said, "Three catties of melon seeds, will I get angry if I eat so much?"

At this moment, I saw the shadow coming out of the hidden place, the most common hiding in the shadow, but no one would have noticed his voice before.

Still Yiying reacted the fastest: "The woman who just talked to us...who is it?"

Obviously a few of them are transmitting their voices into secrets, how could someone capture their voices? How terrible is this martial arts realm?

The dark shadow who walked out gave them a blank glance at where they rested, and faintly replied: "It's our target-Bai Jin, Miss Bai."

The Mozun’s worries about this person are simply superfluous. What's terrifying is that they hadn't even noticed that she knew how to do it before! This is amazing, and it is completely possible to pick four of them!

Xia Yu found that her lady’s frequency of visiting the shop was continuously decreasing recently, but every time she negotiated with the people over there, she couldn’t find a satisfactory and suitable location. She could only secretly worry about her in my heart, and couldn’t bear to run away in vain. So many times, she followed him to see the people from the tooth shop many times.

Fearing that her own lady would get bored in the inn, she still encourages her to go out more from time to time. After all, the food and the like in Huayang Town do a good job. Maybe she can give her any new tips in developing recipes.

As a result, I was walking on the street very well today. I suddenly saw three or four people in black walking in front of him. At first glance, they looked a bit like the Night Ranger, who was responsible for the assassination.

When I was about to remind my lady to stay away from these people in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, these people came straight in the direction of the two of them and stood in front of Bai Jin.

Before Xia Yu had time to stand in front of her own lady, she saw her curling her lips, smiling gently and saying to them: "Following me in this Huayang town these few days, it is also a grievance. I’m not a host today, so please have a good meal, thank you for taking care of me during this period of time."

Yi Ying hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, we didn't use it at all. We just listened to Zun...Miss Zun's instructions."

At any rate, I still remembered that I could not reveal my identity. The term "Zunshang" was halfway through and changed something abruptly. It was not ordinary awkward.

But they estimate that based on this person's temperament that had been holding back for several days before revealing their temperament, their esteem identity might have been smashed by others as early as possible.

They were about to apologize for their follow-up behavior these days, and then they frankly retracted into the dark place, and decided to reduce the frequency of subsequent chats, and try to disturb Bai Jin's life as little as possible. As a result, they are usually the quietest and least the shadow. But he said in a daze:

"Then it's better to be respectful than fate."

San Ying Kuang stabbed him with an elbow, winking at him: Will he be a man? Is there EQ! Why are you so embarrassed to invite someone to dinner!

Bai Jin bends her lips and thinks that these little demon clerks are pretty cute. She immediately made a gesture of please and led the way forward first.

The few people who stayed behind tried to convey their meaning with their eyes:

Yiying: Isn't it a bad idea to follow up and eat free meals? Will Demon Lord come back and cut us off?

However, the expression in his eyes is too complicated, and the two people around don't understand it. Er Ying thought for a while, and gestured with his hands: Don't care about him! Eat! Don't eat white, don't eat!

Sanying nodded and touched his stomach, feeling a bit hungry indeed.

Only the dark shadow walked forward without squinting, expressionless, and still refused to participate in the topic of their intellectual disability.

Since that day, some of the magic guards who followed her have been completely idle. Every morning, Rock, Paper, Scissors and Paper will send a person out to follow along. The remaining few in the inn where Bai Jin settled in play cards and read the script, and the days pass. It's so uncomfortable. He even turned his back completely, and occasionally reported to Bai Jin the latest news of his own Demon Sovereign when there were news from within the Demon Cult.

Why today, several elders within the Demon Cult feel that it is difficult for the Demon Lord to be a great responsibility at a young age.

The remaining few did not forget to applaud, desperately blowing how powerful Nie Xingfan was.

The words and sentences are like a martial arts storybook.

From this, Bai Jin knew that bragging doesn't distinguish between regions.

Nie Xingfan’s departure took less than half a month. He handled everything and rectified the affairs of the demon sect, abolished the original elder system of the demon sect, and changed the sect to his own one. Set off for the capital.

When she first arrived in Huayang Town, she received a letter from her followers: Miss Bai felt that Huayang Town was too boring, and went to the capital today.

Nie Xingfan: …hiding her so blatantly?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Bai Jin: I just don't want to see you.

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Looking at the scarcity of small money, the author is paralyzed, and desperately wants to end it, alas.