Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Yanhui didn't know whether it was right for her to attract Jiang Que in this way.

After all, this guy is a villain in the original plot, and he is more or less psychologically abnormal.

The current state of development is already faster than he expected.

Jiang Que agreed to give him time to think about it, but he had to give him an answer before nightfall.

Actually, there is nothing to consider. This is a good opportunity for him.

But he had to pretend to be entangled and control Jiang Que now so that he could control him in the future.

Until the sun set and night fell, Yanhui did not give Jiang Que the answer he wanted, as if he had forgotten about it.

The orange-red setting sun burned half the sky red, stretching the shadows of all things very long.

Jiang Que's courtyard was halfway up the mountain. He sat in the courtyard drinking tea facing the setting sun. His white clothes seemed to be stained with orange, revealing his worldly vulgarity.

His deep eyes fell on a peach tree not far away that was already bearing fruit. Many of the ripe peaches had fallen to the ground because no one picked them.

The agreed time has passed, but the boy has never set foot there.

That little thought is obvious.

Jiang Que finished the cup of tea in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and planned to go look for it himself.

"Senior Brother Jiang."

When Jiang Que found Yanhui, this guy had just come down from other elders' classes with other senior brothers.

It was a very hot day, so he wrapped a circle of white cloth around his neck. Fortunately, it was similar in color to the disciple uniform, so it didn't look too out of place.

When the fellow students who took classes with Yan Hui saw Jiang Que, who seemed to be looking for Junior Brother Yan, they all bowed politely and left with their books in their arms.

"Senior Brother Jiang." Yanhui also followed suit and saluted.

Jiang Que didn't beat around the bush. He stood one meter away from Yan Hui and asked, "What do you think about today's matter?"

The man's tone was too distant, as if he was just a stranger asking for directions.

The young man clenched his hands, lowered his head and hesitated for a long time before finally nodding slightly.

"Are you sure?" the man said in a deep voice, his expression obviously relieved.

"Yeah." Yanhui nodded again.

Seeing that the boy agreed, the man didn't ask any more questions. He just raised his foot and took two more steps in the direction where the boy was standing.

A man dressed in white brocade, with a condensed aura, gradually approached another young man in white.

While the young man was at a loss, the noble Moon Immortal bent his body slightly and took the mental textbook from the boy's hand with his white fingers.

A sword as cold as frost appeared out of nowhere. Jiang Que immediately grabbed the young man's waist and flew the sword towards the highest point of the Weeping Soul Pavilion, Tang Qia's courtyard.

Yanhui pounced on Jiang Que's chest and stepped on his beloved sword. Perhaps because he had never learned how to fly with a sword, his speed was not very fast.

At the top of the sky, her clothes were flying, her black hair was tangled, and her disgusting waist was held by the man's strong arms. She leaned on the man's chest, smelling the faint woody fragrance on his body, and it seemed that even the wind blowing towards her had a hint of sweetness.

Tang Qia's residence is at the highest point of the Crying Soul Pavilion, overlooking the entire mountain range.

At this time, the setting sun has been slowly enveloped by the night, and the entire sky is filled with a hazy fog.

Tang Qia, dressed in a blue shirt, was leaning against the eaves drinking, her posture casual and free and easy.

With a smile on his face, he gazed at a beam of white light that was flying all the way from the foot of the mountain on a sword.

He took a sip of wine and said, "He really came."

This morning Jiang Que came to her and told her that he wanted to get married.

Originally, this guy majored in the Way of Ruthlessness, so it was shocking enough that he took the initiative to propose marriage.

Ben was still wondering what kind of beauty made him have such thoughts.

Ask the result.

Good guy.

The beauty is her new disciple Yan Shijiu.

It is said that she is partly responsible for the fact that they are together.

If she hadn't arranged for Yan Nineteen to live in Old Six's house last night, this guy wouldn't have run into the wrong house because he didn't know the way and was raped by the drunk Old Ten Jiang Que.

Afraid that if this matter was not resolved, it would hinder their future practice, so the two decided to become Taoist companions and get to the bottom of this matter.

So Jiang Que would come to Yan Shijiu to decide on the matter of the Tao after Yan Shijiu nodded in agreement.

Yan Shijiu has no father or mother, so his fate is decided by his master.

Tang Qia felt sick after hearing the whole thing.

She was diligent, obedient and good-looking. How could her new disciple, who hadn't even been warmed up yet, be kidnapped so quickly?

Or it was this guy Jiang Que.

Tang Qia felt powerless as if her own cabbages were being eaten by her own pigs.