Chapter 375 The dragon is so big that it cannot be stewed in an iron pot
On the streets of the imperial city, fierce horses flew.
Jun Qingcheng was forced by Lin Huang to correct his mistakes, which attracted the attention of many people. It was simply immoral and unsightly.
Bang.
It wasn't until Lin Huang accidentally knocked over a stall on the street with the BMW he was riding, causing a middle-aged woman in her forties to curse loudly that the two of them recovered and ran away.
No matter you are the young master of the Divine General Mansion or the successor of the Xingtian Temple.
Or the Legend of Dongling, and the Prodigy of the Great Region.
Faced with such a situation, he could only be defeated instantly and flee the scene of the crime in embarrassment.
For this reason, Jun Qingcheng was so angry that she ignored Lin Huang for half an hour. She felt so ashamed that she almost died of embarrassment. She wished she could kick the young man in front of her, who was dressed in white like the wind, to the sky...
But still reluctant to part with it.
It wasn't until the two of them found a restaurant and the exquisite dishes were served that Jun Qingcheng shifted his attention, thinking that Lin Huang was just a plate of big pig's trotters.
In the cool breeze of the night, Lin Huang sat by the window, looking at the quiet moonlight outside the window, and couldn't help but smile on his face, which seemed particularly peaceful.
Jun Qingcheng looked up at Lin Huang from time to time, secretly drinking Lin Huang's wine, her face flushed, and it wasn't until she coughed from the heat that she caught Lin Huang's attention.
Lin Huang smiled and asked the waiter to drink a pot of peach blossom wine that was not very strong. He then touched the waiter's hair and said with a smile, "Just drink a little bit!"
Jun Qingcheng snorted twice, with a smile on her face.
Upstairs, the two of them sat together quietly, their faces reflected in the crimson candlelight, both looking a little intoxicated. They glanced at each other from time to time, both with bright smiles.
Downstairs, the storyteller was in the middle of the restaurant, telling stories about strange stories and wild stories, which attracted waves of applause and seemed extremely lively.
"Brother Lin Huang, I'm leaving!"
Jun Qingcheng suddenly said, getting drunk from a pot of peach blossoms, looking at Lin Huang with a smile, her weak body arched in Lin Huang's arms, looking particularly attached.
"Don't worry, no matter where you go, I will find you!"
Lin Huang scratched Jun Qingcheng's nose and smiled fondly.
"Brother Lin Huang promises you that one day, I will step onto the pinnacle of the Zhongzhou martial arts world and go to the Xingtian Temple to snatch you away!"
"You're the one who stole it!"
Jun Qingcheng said angrily.
Lin Huang laughed heartily, his brows slightly raised, but he was full of fighting spirit.
Once, the Xingtian Temple was like a shackle on his body, weighing him down until he couldn't breathe. But after experiencing so many things, Lin Huang used the pressure as motivation.
Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.
Why can't I do it myself?
Suddenly, the storyteller downstairs suddenly changed the subject:
"Now that we've finished talking about the Soldier Immortal Liu Shenzhi, let's talk about the forty-year battle life of the Great Xia God of War Lin Beichen, talk about Lin Changtian, and also talk about the young master of the palace who has returned from being banished to an immortal!"
Lin Huang looked stunned for a moment, then smiled and listened with interest to the gibberish of the storyteller downstairs.
"Speaking of which, Lin Beichen, the God of War, was born in the military. He was not well-known at the beginning, but he had a great future..."
"Is this the old man you're talking about?"
Jun Qingcheng, who was upstairs, was already a little drunk. She leaned her head against Lin Huang's chest and said drunkenly.
"Call me grandpa!"
Lin Huang corrected.
"Oh...Grandpa!"
Jun Qingcheng said with a pure smile, her face as bright as the first snow.
Lin Huang also had a smile on his face, and after glancing at no one around him, he couldn't help but practice the extremely unfamiliar movements with Jun Qingcheng.
"After talking about Mr. Beichen and Lin Changtian, let's talk about the Young Master Lin Huang!"
"Speaking of which, the young master of the palace, Lin Huang, had a lot of troubles in his youth, but he rose up in the face of adversity. He left the Great Xia Dynasty for two years and returned today, bringing with him a girl in red..."
When the storyteller reached this point, Lin Huang and Jun Qingcheng's eyes suddenly widened. They looked at the old storyteller from upstairs and couldn't help but feel a little amazed.
In less than a few hours, the storyteller told Hu Zou the story of the two people?
It seems that they are still inseparable?
"whee……"
Jun Qingcheng leaned on the railing, holding her snow cheeks with her little hands, looking at the storyteller with drunken eyes, listening to the stories told by the storyteller, and smiled particularly sweetly.
Lin Huang leaned against the window and looked at the wonderful man in front of him, sighing and smiling in his heart.
First encounter in a previous life.
Ten years of struggle.
We met again in King Wu's tomb, until now.
All of this was like a dream. Only the drunken girl leaning on the railing was the most real. Only Lin Huang himself knew how difficult it was for him and Jun Qingcheng to come together.
What a blessing.
Lin Huang leaned against the window and smiled, as if that beautiful silhouette could make him drunk. While sighing and giggling, his heart was full of determination, calmness, fighting spirit, and confidence.
In this life, he will fight for this girl.
He is very happy!
In the restaurant, after listening to the storyteller's nonsense, Lin Huang stood up unsteadily, carried Jun Qingcheng on his back and walked downstairs.
Before leaving, Lin Huang threw thousands of gold to the storyteller with one hand, and said with a smile: "Tell it several times a day, I will be happy listening to it!"
Everyone in the building immediately turned around.
The storyteller looked at the gold all over the ground and was so frightened that he could not speak.
At the door of the restaurant, a young man in white walked out with a girl in red on his back, looking up to the sky and laughing.
"Young... Young Palace Master!"
After a long time, everyone came back to their senses, but Lin Huang and the girl in red had disappeared.
In the hazy night, the two of them walked through the street. Jun Qingcheng lay on Lin Huang's back, feeling increasingly sleepy, but his little head kept rubbing here and there, talking drunken words.
"Brother Lin Huang..."
"Um?"
"Xiao Qing'er likes you!"
"How much do you like it?"
"I like it very much, as much as I like Xiao Baibai!"
"Who is Xiao Baibai?!"
"The little rabbit I raised when I was a kid!"
Lin Huang: "..."
"Brother Lin Huang..."
"Um?"
"Do you like Xiao Qing'er?"
"like!"
"How much do you like it?"
"Like you like Xiao Baibai!"
"oh!"
Jun Qingcheng said, "It's a pity that Xiao Baibai died of illness later!"
Lin Huang: "..."
"Brother Lin Huang..."
"Um?"
"Do you like Xiao Qing'er?"
"like!"
"But... my breasts are still very small!"
Lin Huang: "..."
"Then we need to practice more!"
"Oh...good!"
As Jun Qingcheng talked, she lay on Lin Huang's back and fell asleep.
…
Early on the next morning, Jun Qingcheng's shrill scream suddenly rang out in Lin Huang's courtyard, which frightened Lin Huang so much that he jumped up from the bed.
Lin Huang turned his head and looked around in confusion.
He saw Jun Qingcheng sitting next to him, wrapping his delicate body in a quilt, staring at Lin Huang angrily.
Lin Huang's color suddenly changed. He looked down and found that he and Jun Qingcheng were fully dressed. He then breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay!"
Before Lin Huang finished speaking, Jun Qingcheng punched him in the air.
Bang bang bang.
Early in the morning, in the courtyard of Linhuang, the sound of two people fighting on the bed could be heard again.
The vicious kind.
Half an hour later, Lin Huang supported the wall and came out again...