The afternoon quickly slipped away as Ziyu and Bei Minyou discussed starting to build red cannons and grenades on a large scale. Things only came to an outline after the discussion, and evening came.
Beiming Changfeng, who had been with Shangguanxing all afternoon, appeared on time during dinner to supervise Ziyu in taking medicine and eating.
"Eat more." He served a bowl of chicken soup for Ziyu, and Beiming Changfeng signaled Ziyu to eat them all.
Ziyu looked at the chicken soup and Beiming Changfeng, and suddenly put down his chopsticks: "I have no appetite."
Beiming Changfeng immediately straightened his body and quickly sat next to Ziyu, hugging him: "Isn't it comfortable there?"
"I feel uncomfortable," Ziyu sniffed. Beiming Changfeng smelled a strong fragrance of Shangguanxing, which was really unbearable.
"In your heart?" Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's face and frowned slightly. What does this mean?
"Tell me." If you don't know, just ask directly.
Beiming Changfeng asked simply, and Ziyu also answered simply: "Shangguan Xing likes you and wants to be your wife, so I am very unhappy."
"..." Beiming Changfeng was stunned, and looked at Ziyu with a rare trace of confusion in his eyes.
Seeing this, Ziyu tilted his neck and stared at Beiming Changfeng: "Don't say you don't know?"
"I don't know." Beiming Changfeng denied, he really didn't know.
Ziyu knew that Beiming Changfeng was telling the truth, so he crossed his arms and said, "Now that you know, what are you going to do?"
The amount of information in these two sentences of Ziyu was a bit large. Beiming Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then frowned fiercely: "Don't think about it, you are my wife, she is just my senior sister."
It’s just that senior sister, well, her answer was pretty good.
"But what should I do now that I've started to think wildly?" Ziyu raised his chin and pointed at his heart: "It's very uncomfortable here. My man is being spied on by other women, and they hug and hold hands casually. I'm very unhappy.
, you smell the strong fragrance on your body, this smell that does not belong to me appears on you, I mean that I am starting to get angry now."
Bei Ming Changfeng, who was speechless for the first time under Ziyu's series of accusations and scoldings, frowned again and again, then violently took off his clothes and threw them away, then hugged Ziyu again and said: "
She is just my senior sister, nothing else."
After a pause, Beiming Changfeng frowned again and said: "Holding hands and hugging is a reward after practicing martial arts in childhood and a need for going up the mountain. If you don't like it, you won't do it in the future."
After explaining the reasons for being so close and not rejecting each other, Ziyu said that he could accept it, but said: "What else?"
It’s all over if you don’t hug or hold hands? It’s not that easy.
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu, who was waiting for his answer, and stretched out his hand to comb Ziyu's hair: "Say."
She told him directly what she wanted him to do. He would not guess a woman's psychology. He only knew that what Ziyu said was reasonable, so he would do it.
Ziyu was not polite when he heard this, pointed directly at his nose and said: "She is more important, I am more important."
Beiming Changfeng's face was sullen, this was completely incomparable: "You."
"Very good." Ziyu nodded: "Find an excuse to send her away." After saying that, he looked at Beiming Changfeng.
"Yu." Beiming Changfeng frowned upon hearing this: "She is senior sister."
Although there is no comparison with Ziyu in his heart, she is the master's only daughter. She has been following him since he went up the mountain at the age of five. She is like a chatterbox. In the life of practicing martial arts in the dead mountain
Adding to the existence of anger, he treated her like a sister, how could he just send her away. In the afternoon, Ziyu and Bei Mingyue discussed and started to build red cannons and grenades on a large scale, and things quickly slipped away.
After discussing an outline, evening came.
Beiming Changfeng, who had been with Shangguanxing all afternoon, appeared on time during dinner to supervise Ziyu in taking medicine and eating.
"Eat more." He served a bowl of chicken soup for Ziyu, and Beiming Changfeng signaled Ziyu to eat them all.
Ziyu looked at the chicken soup and Beiming Changfeng, and suddenly put down his chopsticks: "I have no appetite."
Beiming Changfeng immediately straightened his body and quickly sat next to Ziyu, hugging him: "Isn't it comfortable there?"
"I feel uncomfortable," Ziyu sniffed. Beiming Changfeng smelled a strong fragrance of Shangguanxing, which was really unbearable.
"In your heart?" Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's face and frowned slightly. What does this mean?
"Tell me." If you don't know, just ask directly.
Beiming Changfeng asked simply, and Ziyu also answered simply: "Shangguan Xing likes you and wants to be your wife, so I am very unhappy."
"..." Beiming Changfeng was stunned, and looked at Ziyu with a rare trace of confusion in his eyes.
Seeing this, Ziyu tilted his neck and stared at Beiming Changfeng: "Don't say you don't know?"
"I don't know." Beiming Changfeng denied, he really didn't know.
Ziyu knew that Beiming Changfeng was telling the truth, so he crossed his arms and said, "Now that you know, what are you going to do?"
The amount of information in these two sentences of Ziyu was a bit large. Beiming Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then frowned fiercely: "Don't think about it, you are my wife, she is just my senior sister."
It’s just that senior sister, well, her answer was pretty good.
"But what should I do now that I've started to think wildly?" Ziyu raised his chin and pointed at his heart: "It's very uncomfortable here. My man is being spied on by other women, and they hug and hold hands casually. I'm very unhappy.
, you smell the strong fragrance on your body, this smell that does not belong to me appears on you, I mean that I am starting to get angry now."
Bei Ming Changfeng, who was speechless for the first time under Ziyu's series of accusations and scoldings, frowned again and again, then violently took off his clothes and threw them away, then hugged Ziyu again and said: "
She is just my senior sister, nothing else."
After a pause, Beiming Changfeng frowned again and said: "Holding hands and hugging is a reward after practicing martial arts in childhood and a need for going up the mountain. If you don't like it, you won't do it in the future."
After explaining the reasons for being so close and not rejecting each other, Ziyu said that he could accept it, but said: "What else?"
It’s all over if you don’t hug or hold hands? It’s not that easy.
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu, who was waiting for his answer, and stretched out his hand to comb Ziyu's hair: "Say."
She told him directly what she wanted him to do. He would not guess a woman's psychology. He only knew that what Ziyu said was reasonable, so he would do it.
Ziyu was not polite when he heard this, pointed directly at his nose and said: "She is more important, I am more important."
Beiming Changfeng's face was sullen, this was completely incomparable: "You."
"Very good." Ziyu nodded: "Find an excuse to send her away." After saying that, he looked at Beiming Changfeng.
"Yu." Beiming Changfeng frowned upon hearing this: "She is senior sister."
Although there is no comparison with Ziyu in his heart, she is the master's only daughter. She has been following him since he went up the mountain at the age of five. She is like a chatterbox. In the life of practicing martial arts in the dead mountain
Adding to the anger, he treated her like a sister, so how could he just send her away?