Meijiu patted the dust on his body and smiled sheepishly, but then his eyes became brighter and brighter, making Feng Ziqing's back feel cold.
After staring for a while, Meijiu's eyes gradually returned to normal, but her chest was still a little ups and downs. She took a deep breath, smiled, and gave a woman a blessing ceremony in secular etiquette.
"Master Feng Dafeng, I have something to tell you about my little sister's family."
Seeing such a change in the attitude and address of the beauty with eyes, Feng Ziqing was a little surprised, but his expression remained calm and he did not speak, just watching and thinking quietly.
Although Feng Ziqing's reaction was expected, Meijiu was still a little uneasy. She said slowly: "Master Feng, you are a genius. You are naturally extremely smart. What I want to say next
Maybe you have already guessed some of the things, so please take the initiative to tell the truth and give the slave family a chance to save themselves."
The corners of Feng Ziqing's mouth raised slightly, and his posture was so low. It turned out that he was ready to confess leniently. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the ambush, then turned back and stared at the plum wine for a moment. Seeing his nervous expression, he said slowly:
"It depends on how far you can confess."
Meijiu slowly closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. Even though her life had been in the hands of others since she was a child, and she knew how to perfectly control her emotions, she still couldn't stop feeling nervous at this time.
"Master, please listen to me carefully."
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far away.
The woman holding the book stood quietly under the moonlight, with a jade pendant in her hand. She raised her head slightly and looked at the night sky in the distance, as if she was waiting for something.
The young master sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to heal his wounds, and listening to the analysis of the man squatting beside him.
"You said so much, but you didn't find any solution to the hidden dangers. It's a shame you've been with him for so long, you loser!" The young master suddenly opened his eyes and glared at the young man next to him who had exactly the same face as him.
The man quickly apologized, bowed his head and said nothing.
The man's name is Xia Xu.
"It's not like you haven't figured out that scolding others is nothing." The woman holding the book said casually without looking back. She was not trying to intercede with the shadow puppet, but simply because she didn't want to listen to the man's anger at this time.
It feels a little noisy, and the reason is because there has been no signal from there.
Xia Xu glanced gratefully at the beautiful back of the woman holding the book, his eyes gradually became hot, and then he continued to lower his head.
The young master didn't take it seriously. After adjusting his breath, he slowly stood up, came to the woman's side, and said with a smile: "I've been healing my wounds. Let me think about it carefully."
The woman hummed softly in response.
The young man was about to say something when the jade pendant in the woman's hand suddenly lit up. The woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After she took out the veil from the square object and covered her face, she looked sideways at the young man and said, "Let's go."
, go and see if the dust has settled.”
The young master nodded, turned to look at Xia Xu, who nodded, took out the prepared veil from his arms, covered his face, and followed him.
"Hey, Brother Xia, why are you the only one coming out? Where is Miss Mei? Also, where did these masked people behind you come from?"
"Oh, Brother Feng, it's great that you are safe and sound. Seeing that Brother Feng and the thief were in a stalemate, I was afraid that my life was in danger, so I discussed it with Sister Xiaojiu. She continued to watch the battle, and I thought of a way to put these
A friend called for help, and in order to avoid being exposed, he covered his face.
I hurriedly hurriedly caught up, but I still couldn't catch up. Fortunately, Brother Feng was fine, otherwise I would have been ashamed for the rest of my life. By the way, didn't Sister Xiaojiu come down? Where is she now?" Xia Xu saw only Feng everywhere.
He looked around and asked.
"Here it is! I'm here!" Meijiu stood on the mountain not far away and shouted, then ran down the mountain in a hurry, shouting: "I'm here, I'm here!"
Feng Ziqing smiled helplessly and shook his head, "I have to say, you two hid it so well that you couldn't even sense this dead old thief."
After hearing this, Xia Xu laughed and did not explain. Instead, he patted his chest, pointed at the other party, and smiled mysteriously.
Feng Zi nodded gently, indicating that he understood, but he understood it and didn't explain it in words.
Meijiu ran all the way to the front of everyone, panting heavily. Fengzi chuckled and asked: "Are you really up there all the time?"
"It's really true, of course it's true."
Feng Ziqing let out a long ooh, raised his hand and touched the other person's head to express comfort.
Xia Xu frowned when he heard the conversation between the two. Why does this conversation feel a bit awkward?
But what happened next made him furious and his eyes red.
How dare this person do such an insult in front of everyone!
He can't get another woman for the time being, but the woman in front of him has long been considered his private property. Anyone who dares to get a hold of her will be killed!
I saw Feng Ziqing slowly turning around, with his back to Xia Xu, and his hand slowly slid from Meijiu's head to his face, pinched without warning, and then slid to his neck, collarbone, and even his chest.
He felt the tallness and erectness of the woman's chest and hummed with satisfaction.
The whole process was so sudden that even the frivolous Meijiu himself did not expect it. His eyes gradually turned from shock to shyness, his face was red, and his neck was red to the base of his ears.
Feng Ziqing was naturally not satisfied with the plum wine, but in the process of frivolousness, he truly felt the killing intent behind him.
He slowly turned around, smiled at Xia Xu, and asked a meaningless question.
"Brother Xia, is it true or false?"
"Ah?" Xia Xu's expression returned to normal when Feng Ziqing turned around, replaced by a confused expression.
Feng Ziqing continued to smile, shook his head, turned around again, put his left hand on Meijiu's chest and pressed it, then suddenly turned his head and looked quietly at Xia Xu's shocked and unwilling expression.
.
At this time, Xia Xu had a thin sword in his hand. He leaned forward slightly, and his lower abdomen had been pierced. Wu Yun Mansion had been twisted to pieces by Feng Ziqing's flying sword, and his life was slowly dying.
Pass.
At such a close distance, there is no need to seal the throat with a sword first.