Siheyuan: Starting with level 8 benchwork skills

"Haha... I, Qiu Chuchu, never do anything shameless! Get out of the way, you damn scumbag!" Qiu Chuchu pushed Chen Yi away, holding Ye Muli's arm tightly with both hands, and smiled, "Haha... Are you the impatient person? Don't be so impatient, play for a while, I still want to enjoy it to the fullest!" Hey~ Damn it, hurry up and take everything away from you? Hey~

"Hehehe, this scene is also very interesting, right!" Ye Muli quickly put her arms around Qiu Chuchu's neck, smiled proudly and nodded.

"Chu Chu... um..." With a gentle smile, Xia Yi slightly lifted the collar of his shirt, raised his upper lip lightly, and added a few more ** when he glanced at Chu Chu's figure.

"Wow... so handsome... Ah Yi... he is really very handsome, words cannot describe how handsome he is!"

"Handsome, really handsome! This aura is simply irresistible to me!"

"Ah, Yi...Yi is the most handsome! This man is so handsome!"

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"Evening breeze, what's wrong?" The voice was soft and trembling, revealing concern and confusion, penetrating the cold and pale face.

"A dog just licked you, why did you change like this?" There was confusion in his voice, as if he was loudly questioning the change.

"Wake up, don't make me regret not listening to your advice before." Unable to suppress his worry, tears slid down his pale cheekbones and rolled down to the cold ground like crystal clear pearls. He was poisoned, but his vital signs were still stable and he was not in a critical condition. "It's not a big problem."

Chen Yi said, still maintaining a smile on his face, appearing indifferent to the changes in the world. Even if everything in the world disappears, his smile will still exist.

Chuchu looked at the once playful Feng with surprised eyes; his face now looked extremely weathered and heavy.

"How can we save him?" Looking at Feng lying on the hospital bed, Chuchu turned to Chen Yi with a slightly cold look and an expression that she never showed on weekdays.

Chen Yi gently pinched Chu Chu's chin and whispered in her ear with sarcasm and teasing: "Heh... Madam, I know it was you who asked me to come here..."

Although Chu Chu tried to ignore his words, her face still showed indifference and seriousness. She no longer had the liveliness of her former smile, and her expression was unusually silent.

Seeing that Chuchu didn't want to continue the discussion, she turned around, and Chen Yi slowly put down his hand, "Do you want to help him with his treatment?" He smiled slightly and said, "Of course... Hehe, but this requires a price, guess what it is."

Chu Chu knew that the only help she had in traveling to this era was General Qiu, who unconditionally followed her orders. "Hmph," Chen Yi took a step forward and leaned towards her ear, his breath kissing her skin.

For a moment, she seemed to see a faint light and shadow, which was a familiar scene: a short girl standing in the crowd, and someone beside her spoke softly to her. However, no matter how hard she tried to recall who that person was, it was only a vague memory.

Chu Chu did not answer immediately, but slowly unbuttoned her clothes.

"Not now..." Chen Yi grabbed her hand fiercely and said coldly, "The time is not right yet. Only after you achieve your goal will you really consider this matter." Then, he sneered again and turned to walk out the door.

"So...what time?" Chu Chu asked this question just before leaving the room.

Chen Yi smiled and replied, "Just wait patiently. His condition has not yet reached the threshold of danger."

New story:

Feng Chen used a handkerchief as a cloth to gently wipe the dry skin on Ye Lan's face, not bothered by the onlookers. He tried hard but failed to restore the youthfulness of his pale face. The vitality seemed to evaporate with the cold dew and could not be recovered.

A figure suddenly rushed into the sight, interrupting the tranquility: "No need to wipe it anymore, it's futile! Can you wake up the dead?" She sat down at the table and answered with a reassuring smile on her lips. But Chu Chen was still the same, immersed in the edge of his own world, and never raised his eyes to look at the other person.

Chu Chen ignored the newcomer and continued to focus on wiping. This behavior angered the other party, who then quickly stepped into his position and walked quickly towards the girl next to him.

"Woman! Respond to me!" He stared at her with his eyes full of resentment, his hands clasped on her chin, his face full of disgust and anger. Why did she become like a spring again? Was it because of his existence? Why did he hate me like a shadow?

The girl remained indifferent; her eyes were like the surface of a lake, still and distant.

Seeing this, her anger intensified, and she clenched her jaw more tightly, frowning and staring at her eyes with a look of frustration.

"Woman! Give you a smile!" She held her tightly, her fingers so hard that it seemed that a little more strength would break her young and fragile jaw. Why did she not care about the pain when she was so determined? What kind of person could be so indifferent to this?

When she carefully applied pressure on Chu Chen's face, her brows slightly frowned, but only for a moment, and then she smiled. Then, she leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Chu Chen was filled with panic and anger. She hit the man with all her strength, but failed to break his strong will. Facing a man, this was an unimaginable situation. Facing the pain of having her cheek pressed, she could not bow her head and beg for mercy.

"Haha...you're saying that no matter how much it hurts, it can't be changed?" she said with a smile.

Looking at the woman in front of him, he saw her say firmly:

"Get out of here...get away!" She clenched her teeth and bit her opponent's lips.

At that moment, a chaotic picture emerged in the depths of her mind...

After retracting his lips, Chu Chen raised his eyes and stared at the man beside him who was smiling with some pride - Chenxi. Chenxi carefully wiped the blood from the edge of his lips, and this time the memory seemed different from the previous ones...

Which encounter was it?

What stories are hidden in this vague memory and what characters will meet here are worth our continued exploration.

"Men,... what are your true feelings?" Long Yuan looked at the other party with a calm gaze and slowly drank the red wine in the glass. "How about it? Should we complete this deal tonight? Do you think it's appropriate?" His eyes were deep, as vast as the ocean, staring at the other party.

However, facing this series of words and the gaze that penetrated his heart like an intuitive gaze, the man opposite did not give any response. An indescribable emotion filled the air, tense and seemingly with some expectation. "Let's go." The other party finally spoke, his tone was concise and direct, revealing a certain firm determination.

Long Yuan smiled slightly, as if he had already known the outcome. "Then let's get started." With these words, the distance between the two of them narrowed a few inches. The cooperation in this ancient castle was about to unveil its mysterious veil. The light was soft, and it seemed particularly warm and ambiguous in this ancient space.

Meanwhile, in the distance, a more mysterious transaction is taking place. Several figures shuttle through the bustling streets and alleys, their eyes flashing with shrewdness and vigilance. These participants, each with their own hidden secrets, are constantly negotiating and weighing the pros and cons driven by interests and power, trying to gain the upper hand in the unknown game.

However, the complexity and mystery of all this have not diminished. On the contrary, they are like stars in the dark night, adorning the curtain behind human desires, making those goals hidden in places where the light cannot shine appear particularly mysterious and attractive.

At this moment, two seemingly unrelated but closely connected contests quietly unfolded in the dark night, casting numerous doubts and countless possibilities for the future that was about to be revealed.

I ignored the gazes of the onlookers, held the railing tightly, and focused my eyes on the figure below. Every time my eyes shifted to other places, the muscles in my other hand unconsciously tensed, and the long nails dug into my palm, leaving deep marks.

"Li Wenhao! What are you doing here?" Qing Yuling walked forward step by step until he reached the front, his eyes filled with anger.

The words that were about to come out were interrupted by a shock: "Ah... Li... Master Wenhao."

"My Lord..."

The crowd hurriedly prostrated themselves on the ground, looking down in respect.

"Li Wenhao, is this Qingyun Mountain? As the king of the Qinglong Empire, why can't I come here?" He then pulled the woman next to him tightly, pressed her neck close to his, and a smile bloomed on his lips.

Witnessing this scene, Yu Ling clenched her fists. She didn't understand why she felt such pain in her heart when she saw him behave like this.

"I don't want you to set foot here! I am the master and have the power to decide whether you can enter." He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and stared at him.

"Then try it! How can your methods be enough to drive me away?" As he pushed the woman next to him away, his smile became even wider, completely aiming at Yu Ling.

"Get out of here!"

Yu Ling closed her eyes and waved her arms as hard as she could to send him away. But Li Wenhao remained standing there, calmly waving his handkerchief.

A crisp laugh was heard, "Hehe..." After seeing the angry scene, he suddenly picked up the anxious and out-of-control Yu Ling, held her close to his chest, and slowly climbed up the stairs.

The woman inside was caught off guard by the hug and smiled faintly. After a moment of gentleness, her cheeks burned with anger and she punched him in the chest with all her might.

"Li Wenhao, let me go!" The punches continued, but he still didn't give up and walked towards the room step by step.

The moment he stepped into the room, he threw Yu Ling casually onto the bed. The scene that flashed through his mind...

The woman sitting on the bed tried to reconstruct the scene at that time, but after turning it over in her mind, she still found nothing.

Yu Ling gently shook her head, trying to get rid of the memory, but her consciousness was still in endless darkness.

"Li Wenhao, what are the conditions for the exchange?" Li Wenhao, who was sitting on the chair, smiled playfully and looked at Yu Ling.

"No! There are no conditions for negotiation! I don't want to have anything to do with such a person!" Yu Ling turned away, but couldn't help but curled up the corners of his mouth to smile.