Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 15: Treasure for me

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The call of "brother" floated in the evening breeze. Although the voice was low, it was so alarming in my ears.

Yun Hen felt like being knocked down by the call in an instant, and suddenly stiffened under Yan Jingchen's sword. He stood there, clearly standing still, somehow it felt like he was there. In the dim yellow light, every inch of it froze and became ice.

Yan Jingchen was panting slightly, staring at Yunhen in amazement, watching from his eyebrows, until he could see the shallow excitement.

Meng Fuyao, standing high on the wall in the distance, realized that Yunhen and Yan Jingchen, it is difficult to connect the two of them when they are viewed separately, but standing face to face like this, you can feel the appearance The last coat with water and blood veins is similar, generally long and thin, generally white and somewhat transparent, with light green blood vessels in the skin, generally tall and straight, especially straight nose, I haven't noticed it before, just because of these two The temperament is so different.

Yun Hen seemed unwilling to accept Yan Jingchen's gaze. He suddenly turned his head, as if he hadn't seen the sword on his neck, so he wiped past the sharp sword that Yan Jingchen forgot to take back because of shock. , This rub pulled a blood mark on the neck. Yan Jingchen was taken aback and hurriedly withdrew his sword. Yunhen walked away indifferently regardless of the blood on his neck, pulling up Yalan, who was singing and singing on the wall. Bead will leave.

Yan Jingchen returned the sword into its sheath, hurriedly caught up, grabbing Yunhen's sleeve, "Yunhen! Are you that child of Aunt An's?"

Yun Hen's shoulders trembled, and from Meng Fuyao's angle, a green light flashed quickly across his face. He suddenly looked back and said: "Get away!"

Yan Jingchen touched his eyes, and his hands trembled. When he subconsciously let go, Yun Hen had already waved his hand straight, and said coldly: "I warn you, you are not allowed to mention that name. You, and your Yan family, are not worthy of mentioning!"

"Yunhen!" Yan Jingchen rushed forward, "I don't know what happened back then, I just vaguely heard...but...but...is there a misunderstanding? You come back with me, Let's ask to understand."

"Go back? Where to go back?" Yun Hen half-faced, Qingjun's profile was indifferent like an ice sculpture, and even his eyebrows were frozen like frost. Hou Yuanlie, I am a courtier of Taiyuan, my father is Yunchi, and your father is Yanchi. Why should I go back with you?"

Yan Jingchen was still unwilling to give up, waiting to be persuaded, Yun Hen's eyes were cold, Hengjian slapped, and he was actually shooting the sapphire ashes. This time, Yan Jingchen was shocked and quickly floated out. , Yun Hen has already strode away, he took a few steps, half turned, not looking at Yan Jingchen, only looking at the dark corner, and said sternly: "Shan Sect, what happened today, if you mention it to someone , Or delusion to recognize relatives or something, don’t blame my sword for being rude!"

His figure quickly disappeared into the darkness at the end of the alley, leaving only Yan Jingchen dazed to stand there, with doubts and helpless eyes, bidding farewell to this encounter.

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Meng Fuyao was afraid of Yunhen embarrassment. Before he left the alley, she turned over the wall. She drifted into the yard in silence all the way, floated back to the room, floated to her bed, and sat down to realize that someone had followed in unconsciously. , Immediately returned to his soul, pushed him out of the house, yelling: "Go out, go out, there can only be one man in my bed!"

Changsun Wuji smiled and asked: "Oh?"

Master Yuan Bao looked bright and reluctantly stuck out his head, and pointed his nose to the master-this male drop is not the only person in Yushu Linfeng District.

Zhang Sun Wuji was still smiling, and suddenly muttered: "Should we castrate you?"

Master Yuan Bao immediately stretched out his claws and humbly made a concession: This only man, naturally, can only be you, the unparalleled master in the world.

Meng Fuyao immediately flicked his magical power and bounced Master Yuanbao out, cursing: "Hey, you guys don't want to sleep in my bed from now on!"

"Fuyao, I didn't want to sleep in your bed." The grandson Wuji was so calm, interrupting someone's wretched and narcissistic conjecture, and said: "I just came to borrow your remaining half a month The treasure of spirit training is just one use." He found the half-bubble baby on his own, opened the door and floated out, before leaving, he looked back and smiled, and said: "I am not interested in sleeping with a mouse. A bed, not to mention someone who is an alcoholic."

"Well...who is a drunkard? There is obviously only one person and one mouse here?" Meng Fuyao was anxious, and then saw Yunhen dragging Yalan Zhu hurriedly, and then I remembered that Princess Ya was drunk and took care of this Who else is the heavy duty of a drunkard?

Sure enough, taking care of drunks is really not a human job. Meng Fuyao has been busy all night and listened to "Brother, go forward boldly..." When the day was about to dawn, Ya Lanzhu suddenly turned over and hugged her. , Murmured inarticulately: "We will never be Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan."

She was speechless, but Meng Fuyao immediately understood. She stretched out her hand to pat her sleeping and stopped. When she fell again, she gestured softly, she gently pushed away the sweaty Yalan Zhu Temple hair, low voice: "Okay, never do Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan."

After that, she fell asleep with a towel in her hands. When it was bright when she woke up, Arran Zhu was on her belly, Master Yuanbao was on Arran Zhu, and a long announcement came from outside the front door— —Zhan Nancheng invited her to hunt in the Yuyuan.

Since Zhenwu won the first prize, Meng Fuyao moved to fight the secret base of Beiye’s painstaking efforts. She didn’t want to be exposed to the Tiansha imperial clan. Anyway, she was rich--Yao Xun made a fortune by doing business in Wuji. , Especially the Li Gongzi of the governor of Jiangbei who was tied to his boat halfway by Meng Fuyao, was actually a natural business man. The two were embarrassed and made a lot of money for women, but silk jewelry, clothing, shoes, hats, rouge, gouache and the like were all round. , Yao Xun also came over these few days to send silver, and by the way, he planned to promote Meng Fuyao's elegant entertainment in Tiansha, so Meng Fuyao's pockets were bulging, and even Master Yuan Bao's toilet was replaced with gold.

Meng Fuyao’s new house is very ostentatious. She bought three big family yards abruptly, and they joined the inside and outside seven or eight. Every time they entered the house, they could only enter her second entry. In fact, She only wanted to enclose the nearby ground into her sphere of influence, and she went down the dark road into a room from the sixth of her yard, and not far out, it was the secret stronghold of Zhan Beiye.

Zhan Nancheng’s invitation was just another round of temptation from both sides. Meng Fuyao changed clothes and prepared to go there. When Zong Yue stopped him in the garden, the poisonous tongue man looked up and down her strong outfit and said: "Are you going to lie again?"

Meng Fuyao looks at the sky, when can this baby say something nice? It's such a good temperament.

"Since I want to cheat, I can help you cheat more thoroughly." Zong Yue handed over a small wax pill, "Look for an opportunity to break it and spill it on Zhan Nancheng's sleeve."

"Oh." Meng Fuyao took it, and didn't ask what purpose it was. Suddenly he thought about it: "Actually, I really want to kill Zhan Nancheng, so I don't have to endure vomiting with him. It's a pity. Since Nan Cheng was held hostage last time, he is more careful now that no one can get close to him."

"It's no use killing him now. Zhan Nancheng has a prince, and there are three central officials who have the right to mobilize the imperial camp. He died, there will be turmoil, but it may not be able to shake the overall situation." Zong Yue denied. , Rushed her again, "What is wordy, blocking the sunshine in my medicine garden!"

Meng Fuyao was angry and stomped on an evening primrose. The wolf rushed out before the flower-loving Zong Yue killed people. In his busy schedule, he also gave a hint to Master Yuan Bao who was squatting on the windowsill to watch the good show— —When Zong Yue leaves, Master Yuan Bao will take care of those precious herbs on her behalf, peeing, fertilizing, etc.

Zhan Nancheng sent chariots and horses to greet her and waited at the door, all the way to the Nanyueshan imperial garden of the Tiansha imperial palace, the royal guards of honor lined up all the way, and a lot of tents were pitched on the hillside to guard the golden roof in the middle. People gathered outside the book and Hou Chuan, Meng Fuyao looked carefully, and smiled—all acquaintances grinned.

Who, isn't it the XX Hou who threw a sword at the hall a few days ago and told her to dictate herself? So who, didn't a certain princess shout "Princess can't commit suicide" when a certain princess "caught herself" and rescued a certain general of a certain princess very understanding.

Meng Fuyao passed away with a smile, and the princes and nobles who were meeting together to talk about seeing her immediately closed their mouths, each touching their beards and looking at the sky and talking about the topic--"Ah, Zhang Xiaohou, the weather today It's really good, it's really good haha..." "Hehe General Wang, your robe is energetic enough today, hahaha..."

"Ah, Lord Zhang Xiaohou, the weather today is really good, and the dark clouds cover the dragonflies flying around—ah, there is a dragonfly on your crown, I will dust it for you—ah, you are welcome, it will be fine soon -Pop!"

Meng Fu slapped off the crown of Zhang Xiaohou's hair with a slap, smashed the crown with one foot, and smiled at the shameless face of Zhang Xiaohou, "Finally dusted off the **** dragonfly..." Zhang Xiaohou's eyebrows were raised and he was angry, and Meng Fuyao screamed again: "Oh, Xiaohou's sword is so beautiful. If you threw this sword to me that day, you may kill me with this sword as soon as I like it. Peerless To die under the sword, to be a ghost...Let me see if you can make it?...Oh, don't be so stingy, just take a look at it-嚓!"

The "peerless sword" broke in two, Meng Fuyao held the sword innocently: "It turns out to be a fake!"

She humbly shoved the sword back into the froze Zhang Xiaohou's hand, and smiled: "I have to wrong Lord Hou and use it as a mandarin duck sword."

Patting the shoulder of Zhang Xiaohou who was violent and wanted to do it but was shaken by her hand that easily folded the sword, Meng Fuyao laughed, and turned around. The princes who had formed a circle just now had already done the birds and beasts.

Shrugging, Meng Fuyao strode towards the main tent, Zhan Nancheng watched in front of the tent. The scene just now had a panoramic view, but he didn’t say anything. He just smiled kindly: "General Meng really loves to make jokes, it’s just that. Indulge in affection, it is easy to offend people."

"The Caomin is a rough person," Meng Fu shook his hand and grinned, "It's the same everywhere. I can't understand the virtues that make Gongqian pretend. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Offend me, I beat !"

Zhan Nancheng laughed, seeing that he was happy, and he took Meng Fuyao's arm and said, "General Meng is so powerful, it's better to beat the beasts!" The two got on their horses, and Zhan Nan became one. Shaking the reins, he said: "General Meng, there are beasts in the west of the imperial garden. With your martial arts, it will be easier to hunt those beasts, go!"

"The Caomin is still with your Majesty." Meng Fuyao smiled, "The Caomin was born in Taiyuan hunting households, and hunting is a matter of fun for all the princes and generals!"

At this time, the princes and generals who participated in the hunting in the Yuyuan all let the horses and the eagles all the way, smoke and dust billowed in all directions, whistles and cheers continued to sound, Meng Fuyao honestly followed Zhan Nancheng's guards, in the Yuyuan Zhinan hunted some small beasts and hung up the rabbits and deer. When the sky was dizzy, Zhan Nancheng turned his head and smiled: "Go back, I'm tired too."

Meng Fuyao nodded and was about to pull the horse. Suddenly he was certain, and then he swung back to Zhan Nancheng's side, saying: "There seems to be something wrong with the smell in the wind, your majesty, go, the Empress Caomin!"

"What is the danger here?" Zhan Nancheng laughed, "General Meng was too careful--"

He suddenly froze.

Behind him, there was a fishy wind. The trees shook the mountains and the forest. The little beasts among the trees were fleeing in panic. Among the shades of green, a strip of white, red, brown and yellow light appeared. The people’s mounts began to tremble, their legs were soft and they were planted underground. Even if the owner didn’t even drink and pull, the leaves shook, and the yellow light flashed faintly. A low and ferocious roar came from Zhannan. Sounded after becoming.

"Wow--"

The smell became more intense, the leaves fell down, and the dazzling tiger jumped out. The huge head shook, and a pair of fierce eyes and anger had already stared at the nearby Zhan Nancheng.

Zhan Nancheng his mount made a long hiss, his legs softened and he knelt down. Suddenly he was still shocked at how a beast would appear here, Zhan Nancheng threw down his horse and slid straight to the tiger's mouth!

The big mouth of the blood basin was right in front of him, and the smelly saliva almost dripped on Zhan Nancheng’s face. Zhan Nancheng drew his knife in panic, but the knife was pressed under his body and could not be pulled out, seeing the hideous tiger head in front of him. , Sharp teeth flickered like countless small daggers, Zhan Nancheng's eyes went black, and he shouted in despair.

"Guardian!"

With a clear and sharp shout, it was thrown out like a knife, together with the dark figure flying across the sky, and instantly fell in front of Zhan Nancheng. The body of the person who came was as fast as a stream of light, and never stopped after landing. The black light flashed, and the knife was already Split between the eyebrows of the tiger!

Blood burst, Meng Fu splattered with tiger blood shook his head without shouting: "Idiot! Protect your car!"

The stunned guard knew that he rushed forward and protected Zhan Nancheng in it. Zhan Nancheng was undecided. With a blue face, he watched Meng Fuyao slash into the fierce tiger’s eyebrows, and elbow him. There was a sound of crippling bones, and the tip of the knife pierced through the nose bone of the tiger, penetrated through the bridge of the nose, and came out of the right eye!

The fierce tiger raised its head and roared wildly, and the ground in the forest was shaking slightly. It shook its head desperately, throwing out sticky and thick plasma, dripping all over the floor, Zhan Nancheng Staring at the terrible **** tiger head with the black knife inserted, while retreating under the protection of the guards, he reluctantly smiled, "Thanks to General Meng..."

He was halfway through his words, and suddenly he heard another roar of shaking and shaking behind him, the forest was a minute, and another colorful yellow shadow was thrown out with a strong fishy wind!

There is one more!

The tiger threw himself out without warning, jumped several feet, and instantly crossed the human wall formed by the guards. With a fan-like slap, he slapped the two guards guarding Zhan Nancheng away. Fight against Nancheng!

Zhan Nancheng only felt that his eyes were dark, and the hot and scent of tiger's body had already been pressed down!

He drew the knife this time. A flash of the knife is also a good knife technique. A knife slashed on the tiger's waist, only in exchange for a twist of the tiger's body, and the tail cut has swept him out, and then the tiger A pounce, high down.

Zhan Nancheng fell into the ground, and in my heart I only felt that today is a day off, and the fleeting disadvantages have reached such an extent. Nanyuan has never been a beast, and I don't want to appear today, and as soon as it appears, it will be a two-shot attack!

And the only General Meng who can save himself, the weapon is still in the tiger's eyebone, but how can he have time!

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, I'll save you!"

The sound of people arrived, and the shadows flickered, and one person passed Zhan Nancheng like a wind. Without a word, he punched out!

"Boom!"

The sound of * and * fiercely striking each other is dull and intimidating. Only by the collision, one can hear the fierceness and murderousness of each other. After the impact, there is a tiger roar, but this sound is low. Depressed, as if swallowing blood, swallowing meat, stuffy in his throat.

Zhan Nancheng and the guards who lived after the catastrophe looked up together, and said "Ah" together.

Meng Fuyao hit the big tiger’s mouth with a punch, and passed through the sharp teeth with his bare hands. Not only did he withstand the tiger’s desire to bite Zhan Nancheng’s upper jaw, he even cracked it directly. Just eyeing the tiger's throat, fists punched out of the tiger's neck!

Just one punch, the tiger is dead!

This kind of tiger-killing technique, this fierce fist, has never been seen before!

Zhan Nancheng was even more grateful and shocked by Meng Fuyao's bravery barehanded into the tiger's mouth under the urgency.

Meng Fuyao put her fist away, her arm passed through the tiger’s mouth, her sleeves were already torn, and because she moved too fast when she rushed out of the fist, her arm was deeply rubbed with blood grooves by sharp teeth. She would have nothing to do. He straightened his sleeves, wiped the blood on his arm on the tiger, then turned around to retrieve his knife from another tiger corpse, turned and bowed to the pale Zhan Nancheng: "Your Majesty is frightened."

"Meng, General Meng...Thank you..." Zhan Nancheng glanced over the two horribly dead tiger corpses, then looked at Meng Fuyao's bloodstained arm, his voice extremely grateful.

"Your Majesty is serious, and the people are divided into things." Meng Fuyao smiled, very happy that the gold of the gods is only serving as a warning for the periphery and the big account, and Zhan Nancheng is accompanied by a large number of martial arts not low in actual combat experience but average The guard of the Royal Forest, hey, it is really an opportunity for her to express herself, look at how much she was just doing.

After successfully reaping Zhan Nancheng’s grateful gaze, Meng Fuyao shook her tooth-scratched arm like a hero, citing “unhealed injury, too much force and a little loss of strength”. He went back home with jealous eyes, waving his arms as soon as he entered the door and shouted: "Veterinarian, veterinarian, thank you--"

A white light flashed in front of her, and a certain round ball quickly ran past her. The veterinarian appeared in white clothes fluttering. His expression was calm but his murderous look was faint. His eyes were not like a bright and clean doctor but like a sneaky killer in the dark. With a cry of "Ah", Meng Fuyao immediately remembered the good deeds he had done before leaving, and quickly picked up the hunted Lord Yuan Bao and fled. While running away, he asked Master Yuan Bao: "What good did you do, the vet wanted to kill you? "

Master Yuan Bao pointedly answered: "Squeak!"

Meng Fuyao silently, began to consider whether to learn Yuanbao language with its owner, but suddenly stretched out one of his hands, grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room, saying: "Meng Fuyao, when can you go out completely? , Come back completely again?"

Meng Fuyao looked down at himself in amazement, then raised his head in amazement, and said: "Which is missing? Which is missing?"

She couldn't help but smiled with anger, Changsun Wuji sighed, sat down on the stool, and went to take the medicine box in the drawer of the cabinet, bowed his head carefully and searched for the appropriate medicine for golden sore, from Meng Fuyao Looking from the angle of the past, you can see that his long eyelashes are hanging down, and a soft arc shadow is formed under his eyes. His eyes are soft and calm, with a touch of pity, and it does not look like the famous prince in politics. , It looks like a certain Chunhe quiet boy next door.

Such a young man next door-I have a heart for whose shadow I am, and I have a heart of spring like a song. When I am outing, I will encounter the spring light of peach blossoms and blood, and smile in the grass like silk. .

Meng Fuyao's heart moved, for the grandson Wuji in this instant light and shadow, but immediately felt a pain in my heart, and at the same time, she took a cold breath in her arms, and Changsun Wuji immediately raised his eyes to look at her:" Pain?"

It hurts, but it's not the place where your fingers are pressed, but the most terminal source of blood connection, which is my heart.

Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes, but smiled on his face, grinning grinning: "Damn, are you healing me or taking the opportunity to vent my hatred? Look at this gesture!"

"This externally applied skin clearing ointment can penetrate into the skin better after massage, and will not leave scars in the future." Changsun Wuji ignored her and rubbed her arm gently. Meng Fuyao only felt like his fingertips. The small stove ignited wherever she rubbed it, and it burned her uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but break free, “Okay, don’t rub it, your general and I have nothing else, just a lot of scars. I'm not sure there will be more in the future, you can't cure it."

"Really?" Zhang Sun Wuji suddenly raised his eyes and smiled. Meng Fuyao stared at his smile. Intuition was wrong, Huo Di jumped up, but it was a pity that her arm was still in the hands of others. Chang Sun Wuji held his arm. She flipped her hand and slid straight on her veins. When she clicked her finger, she was immediately sore and weak. Then the world fell in front of her, and Changsun Wuji had already turned her on the bed.

Meng Fuyao was shocked and screamed straight into his throat: "Yuanbao, Yuanbao, come soon, if you don't come to defend your master, you have no hope of seizing his virginity in this life——"

Master Yuanbao rushed over, and Changsun Wuji turned his head and smiled at it, and immediately smiled to the corner of the wall to draw circles.

"Yuanbao, the longer you stay by someone's side, the more wise you will be, and your brain will be dim."

Master Yuanbao lowered his head in shame...Cultivation takes thousands of years, but the degeneration is only in one thought. A miss is an eternal hate, and the rat is unbearable to look back...

Successful words extinguished the pet. Long Sun Wuji leaned over and stared at Meng Fuyao, who was ready to take a bite when he approached, with wide eyes and white Sensen teeth. He smiled and said, "I heard that your Excellency is brilliant. , Bravely crown a thousand troops."

Meng Fuyao said "Ah".

"I heard that your Excellency went through the jungles of the Han Dynasty, robbed the ancient tomb of Dagun, made trouble in the palace of the sky, the soul of the cloud, repeated defeats, repeated defeats, broke a front tooth, and filled his body with scars The wind and heroic man is fascinating. Since I heard about it, I really admire it, think about it, ask for it, cannot ask for it, and dream of it."

Meng Fu shook his mouth wide, his saliva almost dripped out, what is he talking about? He he he he seems to be angry? Why is he so angry? He, he, he hasn't been angry for a long time, why is he suddenly angry now?

The grandson Wuji continued to smile at her, smiling so that the honorable, graceful and amiable: "Today is a rare opportunity, the general is willing to give me the scars that record the heroic achievements of the general in the next, I am very grateful..."

What does he mean? Meng Fuyao turned his head dullly for three times before reacting, "Ah! You want to take off my clothes!"

"Wrong." Changsun Wuji continued to smile elegantly and corrected her, "I want to see the general's scar with my own eyes."

"What's the difference..." Meng Fu ran with tears, "Changsun Wuji, you rascal, if you dare to move my clothes, I will castrate you--"

"Hey--"

The ferocious, **** General Meng was stunned.

The back is cool, and she feels the wind passing through the unclosed window across her skin, and the direct touch makes her sure—the clothes are really dripping!

Meng Fuyao was about to scream immediately, and someone pointed her dumb acupoint with a quick eye.

Meng Fuyao bit the pillow and regarded it as a growth. Sun Wuji——You have taken the wrong medicine today or missed the spring, take my clothes well in broad daylight... I have been taking care of it for 18 years. The beautiful back that has never been seen before...

A cool finger came up and pressed it on her back. The fingertips seemed to be stained with some ointment. They were cool and smooth. They were applied to the deep and shallow scars, little by little. The fingertips moving on the back are light and gentle, like wind on the water, causing ripples on the skin, spreading in circles, reaching the bottom of my heart.

Meng Fuyao stiffened slightly, bit his lip lightly, curled up his fingers quietly, and tightened the sheets under him.

Sunlight poured in loosely from the window sashes, and floating dust flies in the light spots. In the mist, there is a gentle and transparent man with long clothes hanging down under the light spots, and his fingers gently stroked the women's belt one by one. Scarred skin-the skin is crystal clear, the back is beautiful and smooth, the streamline is exquisite like a superb jade bottle, but there are some scars that look like cracks on it, and the reddish wounds gradually reflect the deep and remote of the man. The look in his eyes was slightly bloody, like a pain in his heart, and it was written on the fundus.

There was a difficult silence in the air, and the weight was pressed down, Meng Fuyao suddenly became a little guilty and a little panic, startled and let go of the quilt he was gnawing on.

The person above the head moved his fingers slowly over the scars. It took a long time to say faintly: "Fuyao, you have to live happily, I will not stop you; you have to work hard, although I don’t want it, neither Stop you; but I don’t like that you have to be very temperamental in everything. I don’t like how you know how to cherish others but you don’t know how to cherish yourself. I don’t like you for some things. Obviously you don’t have to do this, but you have to be the most intense and decisive. For example, if you go hunting today and want to be kind to the city, why do you hurt yourself? Just to make him more shocked and impressed? Tell me, you are worth it?"

Meng Fuyao's eyes are full of tears-I didn't have weapons at that time... I didn't think about it so much...

But... She blinked with a guilty conscience, as if she didn't need to be injured... Damn, the creature like Longsun Wuji, is tired of living, even if she gets a fist hit.

"Fuyao, you can work hard, but you should not fight hard, but I forget that you will cherish yourself a lot in the future, and don't want to tell me something like a big scar," Changsun Wuji Tu After finishing those old and new scars, put the bottle away and slowly said: "Have you ever thought, I heard these words and saw the feelings in these scars?"

Meng Fuyao lowered his eyelashes, his eyes flashed everywhere, he didn't touch the gaze of the grandson Wuji...Well, I was wrong, I don’t care if you look at me, brother, can you put on my clothes? ?

As a result, the man got up gracefully, put the medicine bottle in place, adjusted his sleeves, and said calmly: "I know you are an elm-headed person, and you never listen to other people's words. In order to make you more impressed... clothes You can wear it yourself."

He Shi Shiran floated out, leaving Meng Fuyao to tilt his nose—how do I get dressed when you tap my acupuncture point!

Changsun Wuji walked to the door and stopped suddenly. Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, thinking that he remembered to relieve her acupuncture point, but he held the door frame as if he had just remembered and said: "By the way, if you don't mess up again in the future Desperately, do the same." After speaking, he flicked his fingertips and walked away without hesitation.

Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky with a gloomy face--he only solved her dumb acupuncture points and deliberately forced her to ask for help from Yalanzhu. With Yalanzhu's temperament, she must laugh at her for more than half a month, she thought Otherwise, it won't be impressive.

Isn't it just that the mouth is madly saying the wrong thing... Grief and anger!

What is a real ruthless person? This is it!

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When Ya Lanzhu was called over by Meng Fuyao desperately to solve her acupuncture points, she clutched her belly and laughed for a long time. After laughing, she patted her shoulder and said: "I have to say, you are Damn it, but luck."

Meng Fuyao glanced at her, watching Ya Lanzhu go away with envy, and sat in the darkness with her knees on her own. For a long time, he sighed leisurely.

When it was getting dark, she got up and remembered that Yun Hen was drunk yesterday. This person was actually a person who could not drink. After returning, she had a fever. Before she got up, she cooked and made lotus seed soup. I made a bowl, thinking about the veterinarian’s hard work, adding the ingredients, and thinking that she can’t take care of her friends, Ya Lanzhu helped her relieve her acupuncture points anyway, and then added it, and thought that Lord Yuan Bao would like to eat sweets, and finally she refused. The acknowledgment has added material-as for whom? do not know!

She carried a large pot of soup and delivered it to each room in person. Yunhen was still asleep, her face was ugly, she seemed to be still having nightmares, panting low, struggling, her forehead came out. There were big drops of sweat coming, Meng Fuyao put down the bowl and took a sweat towel to wipe his sweat, but he suddenly grabbed her hand.

Meng Fuyao was taken aback, and subconsciously pulled his hand out, but the cloud mark was very tight. It seemed that the drowning man was holding onto the driftwood and refused to let go, and even used internal force. Meng Fuyao was afraid of him. Being in a nightmare is really unstable, and wrestling with him rashly will hurt him, so he has to stay still.

The posture was a bit awkward at this time. Yunhen lay down and energetically pulled Meng Fuyao toward him. Meng Fuyao leaned forward desperately, leaning awkwardly. From a certain angle, it looked like Meng Fuyao. Fuyao leaned forward in front of Yun Hen.

The room was not lit. The moonlight made the room half-bright and half-dark. They were hidden in the dark, and they could hear each other in the silence. Meng Fuyao felt something wrong with his intuition. The empty hand wanted to light the lamp, and he fumbled for a long time. Instead, he touched the candle to the ground and had no choice but to sigh.

The person in the dark suddenly moved her hand to her cheek and gently rubbed it. Meng Fuyao became stiff, and he quickly ignored Yunhen's voice and said in a low voice: "...Mother..."

Meng Fuyao was stunned. He heard the person sigh slightly, and the exhaled heat sprayed on her hands. It was wet and wet. After the heat passed, only cool water vapor was left, like something buried for a long time. Deep in the darkness of my heart, deep feelings like an abyss.

"...Mother, did you climb out? Did you climb out?"

What do you mean?

"You pushed me out... Why can't you climb out by yourself..."

"The dirt...It's so fishy..."

Soil?

Meng Fuyao froze in the dark, looking at the pale, slightly convulsive cloud marks. This cold and silent boy has always pressed his heart full of thoughts until yesterday, when he met Yan Jingchen in the alley after drinking, those The painful memories buried deep in the memory seem to be called out from the abyss of nightmare by Yan Jingchen's "brother", slowly creeping, crawling back into the **** painful past.

Mother and son buried alive...mother pushed out son...Is that so? Is that right?

Meng Fuyao’s fingers trembled, Yun Hen’s life experience, she had guessed, how the Tangtang Yan family would let her own children stay out and become the adopted son of an old enemy, there must be a period of unbearable past, but she never thought that it would As miserable.

Her trembling fingers were caught by the cloud mark. He seemed to feel the slight tremor in his mood, and he hugged her hand tighter, his five fingers deeply clasped her fingers, and he murmured: "I'll pull you up... I'll pull you up..." Suddenly he pulled.

Meng Fuyao was thinking of Yun Hen's life experience in shock. He leaned forward and planted in front of Yun Hen's chest. Yun Hen immediately hugged her vigorously.

Meng Fuyao immediately struggled to get up, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a slight noise behind her, she turned her head on Yunhen, and found out vulgarly--

Changsun Wuji was standing at the door, looking at her deeply.