Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 19: Undress against the enemy

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Meng Fuyao ran away just now. Yuan Zhaoxuan watched her light figure as a bird melted into the pale yellow emerald of the autumn mountains, smiled silently, and then strolled to Tai Fu Ma.

"You drive slowly, and Qi Xunyi drags her to Yanjing. I will take her to go first, so as not to always be in the sight of those people and cause something to happen."

The old lady Fu squinted and looked at Yuan Zhaozheng, with a look as if she was looking at her very satisfied nephew, she stroked her beard and smiled.

"Where to go?"

"It is also Yanjing. I am here to take advantage of your mission to Taiyuan to celebrate the birthday of Emperor Taiyuan and deal with Qi Xunyi. How could I miss this opportunity?"

"Hehe...by you."

"And I heard that this time he celebrated his birthday, he... also came."

"Ah? Didn't he have been under house arrest in the Tiansha Capital? The Tiansha Emperor would let him out?"

"The dragon is trapped in the wild, but for a while, but there is an opportunity, it will surely rise." Yuan Zhaoxuan turned around and looked thoughtfully to the west of the sky, his expression looking forward to a certain smile, and his expression became more and more cheerful. Guangyao, "The wind swept across the five continents and swept across the world has already risen..."

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"Why should we leave the large army?" Meng Fuyao set up the fire quickly, and neatly skinned the hunted pheasant with a knife. "Also, why should I go with you?"

Yuan Zhaoxu leaned under an old tree, lying comfortably, with clean fallen leaves under his body, Master Yuan Bao pouting his butt, still babbling and pulling the fallen leaves, unwilling to please his master heap.

It had a weird and bad pulling posture. Facing Yuan Zhaoxu, it pushed the leaves in front of him, and its short hind legs pushed the ruined leaves and dust back. Sitting behind it was Meng Fuyao.

At first, Meng Fuyao didn't want to always care about with a petty pet. After eating a few mouthfuls of ashes, he realized that some animals were too courageous and too fat and too thin, so he tore off a leg from the pheasant. The meat, taking the advantage of the ingot not paying attention, viciously stuffed its mouth.

So a certain vegetarian animal immediately rushed to the river to rinse its mouth, and the fire was finally clean.

Only then did Yuan Zhaoxu answer her question.

"If you are willing to be stared at by a few wolves all day, you can choose to walk slowly. Also, I didn't seem to ask you to go with me, but you will come by yourself."

Meng Fuyao thought for a while, as if that was the case, he couldn't help but say, "Who said there is only one way from Xuanyuan Mountain to Yanjing."

Yuan Zhaoxuan glanced at her with a smile, not wanting to remind this self-deceiving fellow that there is actually another way to go to Yanjing.

In the fire, the branches of the branches burned cracklingly, and the faces of the two of them were red and drunk. There was a warm factor in the air transpiring, making the cold moonlight high above the treetops far away. It seems a little warmer.

On the other side, the smiling man raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes and hair were black and gorgeous, his red lips were redder than the fire, his eyebrows were vivid and picturesque, so beautiful that he was overwhelmed with hatred. .

Meng Fuyao sits upright with hatred of Jiuquan, watching his nose and his heart, not wanting to be arrhythmia induced by stunning beauty.

Especially when the stunning looks always patrol himself again and again with a full of interest.

Sitting for a while, feeling really depressed and uncomfortable, Meng Fuyao stood up and said, "I'm going for a walk."

Yuan Zhaoxuan looked up at the night, and then at the dark woods around him. He couldn't bear to remind her that this excuse for a walk was a bit funny.

Meng Fuyao was displeased by his smiling eyes, and said loudly, "I'm going to sing."

This time, Yuan Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked suspicious. Meng Fuyao smiled triumphantly and went to "sing".

Because Yuan Zhaohua didn't want to "sing" too loudly, Meng Fuyao walked a long way in the quiet woods before finding a place to squat down, half of his pants were taken off, and his hands suddenly stopped.

The woods at midnight were strangely quiet. Except for a little wind roaming, Ye Xiao was dumb. There might be the soft sound of autumn insects on weekdays, and he didn't smell it anymore.

A shattered moon shot down from the treetops, casting her long shadow on the ground. The shadow was divided into sections by the dark shadows of the trees and rocks behind her, but she could barely draw the outline.

Meng Fuyao squatted halfway, maintaining a posture with his pants half taken off, moving his fingers up a little bit quietly, trying to pull the pants up, his eyes slantingly distinguished his shadow... feet, hands, Neck...head, well, what's the semicircle that protrudes from the square rock next to the head?

Sweat dripped from the palms of his hands, and his pants were wet. Meng Fuyao's heart jumped loosely, banging the quiet night.

That is...on the top of the person's head.

Fingers clenched his pants tightly, Meng Fuyao hated himself why he had to run so far alone, he didn't know how many people were behind the rocks, and 80% wanted to wait for his pants to take off.

At this time, it is impossible to remove the pants. At this time, pulling the pants is controlled by others.

Meng Fuyao squatted, his waist was already sore.

The semicircle on the rock behind him moved slightly, seemingly impatient.

Meng Fuyao calculated the time, and found desperately. According to this distance, if he chooses to pull his pants and tie his belt, and he can't pull out his hands, he will definitely not have time to deal with the opponent's attack.

Extreme tension brings extreme silence. Gradually, I can hear the gurgling of the stream in the distance, or the faint noise of the wings of the night bird crossing the pond.

In the night, Meng Fuyao's black eyes flashed, and suddenly he grinded his teeth viciously.

Her eyes are sharp and bright, with a brutal spirit and determination that an ordinary woman can't have.

The wind swept over from the other end of the forest, and the shadow of the tree shook, and the top of the head behind the rock also shook.

Meng Fuyao suddenly let go and let go of his belt.

The pants fell immediately, and the robe fell down at the same time to hide his shame. Meng Fuyao leaned back and overturned the rock like a big bird. The flexible body was like a spring, and after hitting the rock in an instant, his legs were one Pushing the pants and falling, the two of them were covering the rocks. The two of them didn't prevent Meng Fuyao from protruding. They just jumped up and were covered by fat pants. They couldn't see what it was in the dark, and they hurriedly reached out and tore.

Unfinished tearing, Meng Fuyao has appeared behind them like ghosts, snow-colored long legs flashed in the big man's robe, and instantly twisted his neck, his body turned, hung in the air and twisted!

I heard a thrilling crunch in the dark.

The man's head immediately fell softly.

A sharp look flashed in her eyes, and Meng Fuyao didn't regret that she had done so badly. The moment she had just turned over the mountain, she saw the poisoned net in the hands of the two people. The poisonous color was ambiguous pink. Fuyao was trained by dead Taoist priests with iron and blood. He learned extremely well, and has extraordinary strengths that ordinary people can hardly reach. At a glance, he recognized that the thing was spread on the Wuzhou Continent and was specially used by upper-class nobles to capture or deal with Liangjia women. .

I don’t know how many good women’s innocence has been ruined by this thing, and how many people have been happy in their lives. Those who have this thing in their hands are all conscientious underwriters. How can Meng Fuyao see it today, why would he let it go?

The other person saw that Meng Fuyao took off his pants and attacked the enemy. He attacked quickly and ruthlessly. In a blink of an eye, his companion was already dead in a twist of her legs. In shock, he threw the pants and ran away. Step, I heard a sneer behind him.

"Look at my thigh, want to go?"