"Damn it!" Nan Lingqi roared angrily, immediately picked up Fusang and rushed into the rain curtain.

Murong Qianqian was sitting on the beam with her legs dangling. Seeing this situation, she couldn't help but said depressedly: "Yao Yao, why is Nan Lingqi so nervous? Didn't he stab Fusang just now?

Could it be that only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps, so Fusang can only be allowed to stab him, but no one else can?" After saying this, he made a look of shamelessness.

Hearing such an opinion, Xuanyuan Yao couldn't laugh or cry, "Qianqian, I'm really curious about what's in your head and why your thinking is different from other people's. Don't you think this is the focus now?"

Murong Qianqian tilted her head, "What is that?"

Xuanyuan Yao patted her head, "Why did Nan Lingqi's face change suddenly when he saw that sword?"

"Tch~ It's not the same," Murong Qianqian sneered, and then saw the other person supporting his head with his hands, "Yao Yao, you are pretending to be cool again~"

Xuanyuan Yao rubbed his eyebrows, "The key I'm talking about is the sword, not...forget it, what I mean is that the sword that injured Fusang was not an ordinary sword, but a sword specially designed to deal with monsters."

Murong Qianqian perked up her ears, "..."

"That is to say, this sword is likely to make Fusang's soul fly away, while Nan Lingqi's sword only hurt her flesh." Xuanyuan Yao continued to explain.

Murong Qianqian was startled and almost fell off the beam, "Then... what should we do?"

Xuanyuan Yao held Murong Qianqian's waist and said indifferently: "Since Fusang can appear in front of us later, it proves that Nan Lingqi always has a way."

Later, although it turned out that Nan Lingqi did have a method, he didn't expect that his method was a bit bloody.

After the illusion changed, there was already a stone room in front of him, with various wound medicines, weapons, and books placed around it. It seemed to be Nan Lingqi's secret base.

On the stone bed, Nan Lingqi carefully placed the hibiscus, then fed her a black pill, and then used her hands to meditate.

After that, Fuso vomited another mouthful of blood while unconscious, and the blood was no longer bright red, but as black as ink.

Nan Lingqi frowned, his knuckled fingers clenched as he clenched them, and said in a cold voice: "Without my consent, Fusang, don't even think about dying~"

I don't know if Fusang heard what he said, but she pursed her lips, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, flowing along her cheekbone and behind her ear.

Nan Lingqi unbuttoned Fusang's clothes, and then took off her robes piece by piece, until finally she only wore a red bellyband.

Then, he took a sharp dagger and roasted it on the fire for a while, then bit his silver teeth and pierced the chest, gouging out the rotten flesh bit by bit.

This scene was a bit bloody, but Murong Qianqian's eyes widened and she stared straight at Fusang's body.

It has to be said that Fuso has a very good figure, her white collarbone is sexy and alluring, and her pair of breasts are even more proud. Her plump breasts seem to be jumping out of her red bellyband.

Murong Qianqian thought, even if she is not wearing a bra, she can be so tall and straight, and judging from the outline, she is also very plump. Is it a C or a D? It can't be an F, right?

Looking at herself subconsciously, although her original figure was devilish, the body she has now traveled through is a bit worrying.

The 17-year-old's little body is developed, but it is a bit stunted, and a pair of Wangzi steamed buns have no feel.

Xuanyuan Yao saw Murong Qianqian staring at his chest with an expressive expression, and couldn't help but curl up an evil smile, "Qianqian, I heard that the harmony of yin and yang can make your little grape develop better by massaging it with your hands."

Little grape?

sh|it, this is so shocking.

Murong Qianqian wished she could jump up and pat Xuanyuan Yao into a persimmon cake. She gritted her teeth and said, "Is she small? Which of your eyes can see that she is small?" After saying this, she puffed up her chest.

Xuanyuan Yao felt that he just wanted to express the harmony of yin and yang, but this woman automatically ignored the key point again and couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Then he shook his head and said against his will: "Not small, not small at all. Qianqian's breasts are the most alluring breasts I have ever seen~"

Yes, that time he accidentally bumped into her taking a bath in the bathtub. Although the plumpness of her breasts was not plump, it did fill him with lust for a moment.

Alas~ It's a pity that he wasn't sinister enough at the time, but let this woman tease him a lot. It was really a frustrating thing to think about it.

When Xuanyuan Yao came back to his senses, he saw Murong Qianqian squatting on the ground with her skirt in hand, biting her lip as if she had been wronged in some way.

Could it be that he had just described it as "little grape", which had hit her self-esteem, and even though she was complimenting her against her will, she was still very sad?

But - this is just Xuanyuan Yao overthinking, because Murong Qianqian had already been so arrogant that she ignored this point.

Murong Qianqian looked at Fusang, who was wearing a red bellyband, and swallowed subconsciously, thinking that even a woman like herself was seduced by her, and Yaoyao, as a man, could not resist the temptation.

Then, she squatted down and pulled hard at the corner of the skirt, but the quality of the skirt was really good, and she didn't pull out a piece of cloth with one hand like what was shown on TV.

Xuanyuan Yao frowned and squatted down, "Qianqian, what are you doing?"

Murong Qianqian didn't raise her head and said casually: "Pull up your skirt. As the saying goes, don't look at anything inappropriate. Although this is just an illusion, Yaoyao, you are not a gentleman, but peeking at Fusang's body is too dirty."

Xuanyuan Yao's brows twitched. First of all, why is he not a gentleman? Secondly, why did he peek at Fusang's body? Finally, this woman said that her man was too dirty?

Every time she said something carelessly, Xuanyuan Yao felt that Murong Qianqian could calmly make him so angry that his orifices were smoking, and he wanted to pounce on her and bite her twice.

Taking a deep breath, Xuanyuan Yao pulled a piece of cloth and tied it in front of his eyes, and said humbly: "I am like this, Qianqian, are you satisfied?"

Murong Qianqian raised her hand and waved it in front of Xuanyuan Yao. She felt that the other party was indeed invisible, so she nodded with satisfaction, "It's not bad, Yaoyao, do you feel that under the leadership of others, you are moving towards being a gentleman step by step?"

Have you made progress?"

No, no!

The veins on Xuanyuan Yao's forehead bulged, and he felt depressed that he was not a gentleman at all. If he was really not a gentleman, how could a stupid woman like Murong Qianqian stand so straight in front of her at this moment?

Huh, he should let her see what it means to be a gentleman. If he tortures her every day until she can't get out of bed, then she will really understand.
Chapter completed!