For people in the Xuan Sect, when they have mastered the art of deduction to a certain level, they will become increasingly vague about their own destiny.
The Wu family has a long history. As of Wu Hushuo's generation, it is already one hundred and forty-seven generations.
To put it simply, Wu Hushuo’s fortune-telling is more accurate if it has nothing to do with him. On the contrary, the fortune-telling of people and things that are closely related to him will be wrong eight times out of ten.
As for himself, I'm sorry, it's 100% hazy. The road ahead is so long that he has to cross the river in disgrace and rely on his extraordinary talent to find shortcuts. Sorry, there are no doors or windows.
Therefore, he naturally could not predict that on such a quiet and peaceful night, the Second Prince, who had half suppressed his anger and had no place to express it, would suddenly think of him and approach the small wooden house where Wu Hushuo lived with brisk steps.[
It was pitch dark indoors, and there were no lanterns hanging outside. It was as if this place was still an abandoned utility room with no one in it.
Yan Rong grinned and smiled silently.
He would not be fooled by the performance. The heavy breathing in the room showed that the owner was not in a calm mood. What was this bastard doing? No, there was no one in the room. Yan Rong's eyes were wide open.
Liang, held his breath and listened, and sure enough, after Wu Hushuo's breathing, he found a faint and weak breath, male and female, intermittently, as if he was trying his best to suppress it.
This kid is actually 'stealing'. Not satisfied with marrying Xiao Qian Shuang in the capital, he went to Hua Valley to do some mischief to see if he doesn't kill him, catch him in bed, and then send him to Tao Xiao
Wei went to ask for reward. With little Weiwei's protective temper, if the magic stick dared to bully her personal maid, she would have to hit him with thirty military sticks in anger.
The evil smile on Yan Rong's lips turned into waves, and he tiptoed closer to the window. All his martial arts were concentrated on his feet, striving to be light and not make any sound to alert the 'adulterer ****' in the room.
In fact, Yan Rong is always happy to do this kind of boring things in the eyes of everyone, and regards it as the most wonderful life adjustment in life.
Walking closer, the breathing sounds in the wooden house became more and more obvious. The two of them were not talking to each other. They were obviously awake, but their breathing sounds were clear and independent.
Yan Rong scratched the back of his head in confusion. It seemed that things were a little different from what he thought. Wu Hushuo brought a girl into the room in the middle of the night just to look at each other under a quilt?