Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The seventieth bowl of soup (2)

The seventieth bowl of soup (2)

Wei Changan didn't understand what the strange look in the old nun's eyes before he died. He only knew that the old man was dead, and the Golden Scale Guard would soon come to raze this place to the ground. Before that, he would bring His little Jiaojiao left.

Qing Huan was taking a shower in the room when she heard a slight noise from the window, and then someone fell to the ground. That person is not worried about being discovered by her at all, so open and upright, who else is there except her lover?

But despite this, she still sank her body into the water, revealing only a small melon face on the water, looking at the man in black clothes who was gradually approaching, inexplicably felt that he looked the same tonight. It used to be very different. The black robe was embroidered with dark patterns of gold, and as he walked, he saw a golden dragon rolling on it, but the golden dragon had no eyes.

Wei Changan wore monk robes when he was recovering in the nunnery. This is what Qing Huan made for him with the extra cloth in the nunnery. When the monk robe was on him, he looked like He is a fluttering monk, but this robe on him tonight makes him look like a ghost.

He is so handsome that people are tempted, but because of the **** aura on his body, people keep away from him. Qing Huan tilted her head, her eyes clean and bright: "Why are you here?"

Seeing her lively appearance, Wei Changan's throat moved slightly. He is not good at women, but he can't control himself when he is facing Qing Huanjiantian's **, he obviously wants to take her away, but looking at her delicate and lovely appearance in the hot water, what he thinks in his heart is something else Time, it's better to love her first.

As he approached, the black robe fell to the ground, along with the underwear and underwear, Qing Huan looked at him with open eyes, not a bit shy. In her heart, there is no difference between men and women, and since the two have been in conflict with each other many times before, both of them are happy to do it. She just looked at Wei Changan's tall and strong body and handsome appearance, and felt that A heart trembled uncontrollably.

This tub is very small, but because it is small, it is also more interesting. Originally, Wei Changan really didn't want to mess around here, but Qinghuan's soft and charming eyes were innocent and pitiful.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he does things that cannot see the light. It can be said that it is the sharpest and most terrifying knife in the hands of the emperor. Needless to say, his physical strength is not enough. Qing Huan's small body is not enough for him to toss. It fell apart when he returned, inhaled gently in his arms, cried softly, and passed out. Even though Wei Changan wrapped her in his robe and took her out of the nunnery, she did not wake up.

Naturally, I don't know what happened in the nunnery, let alone the death of the master. By the way... I also brainwashed the master's always in my ears, "Master treats you with the kindness of nurturing. If master dies one day, you I must take revenge for the master." I forgot all the words like that.

Anyway...it didn't happen, did it?

The mansion of Wei Changan's commander in the capital occupies a large area. It used to be the residence of a different surnamed king. Later, this strange surnamed Wang Xin was too big. After he failed to usurp the throne and was executed by the nine clans, it is said that this place has been haunted. After Wei Changan was appointed as the commander, the murders were like numbness, and the official family gave him this mansion. Maybe it was because of his **** aura. Since he moved in, nothing strange happened here.

There are no maids in the mansion, only rough maids, all of whom are very good-looking... Of course, it is true that they are powerful. Wei Changan has no gender distinction in his heart, only whether he should be killed or not. With his terrifying possessiveness, he would never allow anyone other than himself to see or touch Qing Huan's body, so he would not allow anyone to approach her. Except for necessary protection, he would not even allow his subordinates to look at her. She glanced.

Qing Huan doesn't care if anyone is there to serve her. No one serves her when she was in Jingxin Nunnery. Isn't she living well? Besides, in the nunnery, she still has to serve the master. When she first woke up, Qing Huan was still a little angry. She never thought of leaving Jingxin Nunnery, which was her home. She planned to take over the mantle of Master and be the abbot in the future, but now she was taken home by a bully. Not to mention, she was not allowed to wear a monk's robe again, and he gave her silk and satin every day, but he didn't think about it, she didn't even have long hair, wouldn't it be nondescript to wear these fancy clothes.

Therefore, she still set her temper with Wei Changan. Wei Changan coaxed her to be accustomed to her, and she herself felt that it was wrong to lose her temper with him, so she obediently came to him and called his name.

She is the only whiteness in his life, and Wei Changan will not allow anyone to defile her. Therefore, he did not mention anything about Jingxin An, but said that her master entrusted her to him for a period of time. Qing Huan trusted him and didn't ask any more questions. Besides, the commander's mansion was very large. Even if Wei Changan didn't accompany her, she would find it fun to walk around every day.

But it's really haunted here.

She saw with her own eyes a person whose stomach was dragging outside... ah no, it was a ghost, crawling from the kitchen to the back of a guard with a **** face, and a woman with no head and a skirt followed her, What's more, when she walked to the pool inadvertently, she also saw a dead person soaked in hair inside - of course, it was not a dead person, but a ghost of a dead person. They all looked at her with fanatical eyes, as if she had some treasure on her body, that kind of eyes, as if Qinghuan was delicious and could be swallowed up.

But Qing Huan is not afraid at all, she even enjoys walking around the mansion, looking for ghosts, and counting one or two.

These ghosts all look bloody, ugly and fierce, but they are all afraid of Wei Changan. Whenever the man came back, even if they were showing their teeth and claws at Qinghuan, they would crawl on the ground and dare not move, staring at Wei Changan with resentment and fear in their eyes, and then Qinghuan would see. Wei Changan followed a few new ghosts.

Later she probably understood that as long as Wei Changan killed people, those who died would always follow him, wanting revenge, but afraid of his murderous aura, so she took the commander's office as a The base camp, seeing the nonsense of the sky, so there are very few people in the commander's mansion, and the only ones who can stay are the golden scale guards under Wei Changan, and they are the hardest and least afraid of ghosts and gods.

As for the rare servants in the house, they all only work during the day and leave before it gets dark. If it rains on a cloudy day, they won't come.

One time, Qing Huan heard what they were saying that people outside call the envoy's house a ghost house. If it wasn't for the money, they wouldn't come.

Wei Changan couldn't see ghosts, and those ghosts didn't dare to make trouble in front of him, so he didn't believe in ghosts and gods. However, it is good for these rumors to haunt him, at least the officials will not think that he is dangerous enough to endanger themselves.

"Changan, I don't want to do it."

Because she was taken to the commander's mansion and left Jingxin Nunnery, Qinghuan had three days of birth. This was the fourth day, and she finally lost her temper. Jiaojiao stripped away, and was about to start when she was pushed away by Xiao Jiaojiao, and she was in a dilemma for a while.

But when you look down, Xiao Jiaojiao's pink cheeks are as delicate as peach blossoms, and her water eyes are blurred and charming. Her body has been adjusted by him for a long time | he is used to it, and she is very sensitive when touched, but this...

"It's looking at me." Xiao Jiaojiao pulled the quilt unhappily to cover her snow-white body. She likes her lover, Chang'an, but doesn't like being seen by a ghost whose eyeballs fall on her navel.

"Who?"

This lecher is afraid of the commander who killed it in his lifetime, so adults dare not approach it, but he can't help it, Wei Changan's murderous aura keeps it out of a certain range, so it can only hide in the corner far away Appreciate it, then look at the little brother who can no longer stand up and feel sad.

If it hadn't sighed too loudly, Qing Huan, who was kissed, wouldn't have noticed it.

"A guy who is obsessed with sex." Qing Huan looked at the **** ghost unhappily, and described its appearance in a soft voice.

As soon as Wei Chang'an heard it, he thought, he was about seven feet tall, wearing a white embroidered jacket with a folding fan attached to his waist, wasn't he the flower-picking thief who was cut down by him a few days ago? Of course he is not a good person, but as the commander of the Golden Scale Guard, he is also responsible for the security of the entire palace and the capital. Naturally, he will not tolerate a flower-picking thief running rampant in the capital and spoiling other people.

It's really easy to change the country, the nature is hard to change, the death is dead, and the **** is still so big. But..."You can see?"

Qing Huan said: "I can see it."

She always ends up with an ah in her speech, so she looks softer, like a white jade dumpling, but she doesn't look scared at all.

Wei Changan's heart itch has long been unbearable if he hasn't tasted this beautiful meat for several days. I wasn't close to women before, so how could I know that my **** was out of control when facing Qing Huan. He looked back coldly along the line of sight, and his voice was grim: "Believe it or not I dug your dog's eye?"

He was so aggressive, the **** gasped in fright, and he could see the cowardly smile, "How dare you dig, his eyes fell into the crotch of his trousers."

Fearing that Wei Changan would die, the lecher floated away, rolling and crawling. After Qing Huan finished laughing, he told Wei Changan, "It's gone."

Wei Changan waved his palm, and his black eyes softened again when he saw her. He was about to pull Jinbei apart, but was rejected by Qinghuan: "In case something comes in..."

"They dare not."

"I said just in case!"

Wei Changan squinted his eyes slightly, suddenly lifted the quilt, and got into it himself, with a cry of Qing Huan Ya, he made the sound go silent. The female voice is sweet, no ghost can see it anymore, after all, under Wei Changan's suppression, they can't even be a ghost, want revenge? That's even more a fantasy. At most, it is to spread out his grievances in summer. Therefore, the command and envoy's residence is the coolest in summer, and there is no need for ice cubes, which is the most suitable for summer escape.