My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

"Snapped!"

When Zhou Xianming heard this, he couldn't bear it any longer. He looked at Han Wenxin aggressively: "You fart! Miss Liyue is blind, so she's attracted to a vulgar warrior like you?"

An Jing was also taken aback by Zhou Xianming's aura, and the chopsticks in his hand were full.

Han Wenxin frowned, rolled up his sleeves, showing his stout arms, and said, "What's wrong with Wufu, I have a single line in Laozi's family, three generations of arresting heads, do you look down on Wufu?"

Han Wenxin was half a head taller than Zhou Xianming, and with his burly stature and sharp eyes, he couldn't get the upper hand in dealing with the experts in the arena, but it was no problem in the face of the little scholar.

"No...it's okay."

Seeing this, Zhou Xianming immediately slumped down and raised his glass to An Jing and said, "Dr. An, drink and drink."

An Jing picked up the glass and touched it, and said, "Mr. Zhou, in fact, what Brother Han said is right, maybe that Liyue is playing with your feelings."

"Doctor Xiao An, what you said is wrong."

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin, and argued with reason, "Why doesn't he play with your feelings, or Han Cautou's feelings, but play with mine? She must have some good feelings for me."

An Jing: "..."

Han Wenxin mocked: "Brother An, don't persuade him. When the truth is revealed, when he has nothing, he will understand the cruelty of the truth."

Mr. Zhou also waved his sleeves and said, "When Miss Liyue and I are happy, Han Zhaotou remember to show more courtesy."

Han Wenxin sneered, "If you want to get married, that's me first."

"you?"

An Jing asked strangely, "Could it be that Brother Han already has a crush?"

Han Zoutou was a little older than An Jing. His father had always arranged for him to have a marriage, but in the end, they all died. Is Han Wenxin enlightened?

Han Wenxin rubbed his hands together and said with a dry smile, "Actually, Brother An, I have an unkind request. I don't know if I should say it or not."

Zhou Xianming raised his glass and stopped in midair, staring at the scene in front of him in amazement.

Could it be that Han Wen Xin Long Yang is so good, he likes to welcome men and add men to men...  

"Don't, don't talk about it." An Jing was also surprised, and quickly said, "My wife won't be willing."

"What are you thinking."

Han Wenxin said angrily, "I want to talk about Tan Yun."

"Tanyun!?"

An Jing raised his brows.

Han Wenxin nodded and said eagerly: "You are my half-brother, you must help me."

Although Tan Yun is not as stunning as Zhao Qingmei, she is also a rare beauty. She has a curvaceous figure, a plump body, and a lively and lovely personality. It would be nice if she could marry her back home.

"Bah, the vile headhunter!"

Zhou Xianming glanced at Han Wenxin and cursed inwardly, "No, I can't make this kid Han Wenxin do his best."

Thinking of this, Zhou Xianming began to think secretly in his heart.

An Jing paused and said, "It's not that she can't do it. The key point is that I can't make the decision. First of all, I need her to be willing..."

If Tan Yun himself is willing, it is not impossible for An Jing and Zhao Qingmei to discuss it.

Han Wenxin said quickly: "She must be willing, every time I go, she takes the initiative to say hello to me, you forgot the last time I went to the pharmacy to get medicine, she insisted on giving it to me, and eating at your house, she Pour me a drink, and..."

Speaking of the end, Han Wenxin thinks that Tan Yun secretly loves him like this.

Seeing Han Wenxin's chattering, An Jing was stunned for a moment. In fact, he really wanted to say that the package of poison was taken by her.

"Han Zhaotou, you see that you've been drinking too much, so come and eat more food."

"You fart, I don't get drunk in a thousand cups, Yuzhou black whirlwind, this little wine is just for gargling my mouth."

"Didn't you say you were a Yuzhou Diamond?"

"Aren't they all the same? It's all me anyway."

"When I come back in Qiuwei, I will invite you to Yutian Pavilion for a drink."

"Mr. Zhou, don't forget what you said before, you want to be a cow and a horse for me."

........

The night was getting darker, and the entire Yuzhou city seemed to fall into silence.

When An Jing saw the dim lights in Ji Shi Tang, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Madam hasn't slept yet?

However, he was not panicked in his heart, because he had already discussed with Han Wenxin about his speaking skills, and suddenly there was an emergency in Yuzhou City prison and he needed to seek medical treatment himself, so it took a little time.

An Jing sniffed his nose and found that there was no alcohol on his body, so he felt relieved.

"Creak!"

The side door was gently pushed open.

"Husband, why did you come back so late?" A voice sounded like a silver bell.

I saw Zhao Qingmei sitting in front of the hall with tea in one hand, took a sip, and then looked at An Jing with a smile.

An Jing's body trembled, and then he touched the sweat on his forehead, "That boy Han Wenxin, he stopped me halfway, saying that a few people had committed an emergency, and I naturally won't stand idly by for such a life-threatening matter. "

"By the way, Madam, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" Speaking of this, An Jing rubbed his hands subconsciously.

Zhao Qingmei put down the teacup and said softly, "You didn't come back, how could I sleep?"

When Tan Yun, who was hiding in the backyard, heard this, Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and said, "Uncle stinky, I went out to drink this time and said that I went to the doctor, and I haven't brought back the cakes... I really want to expose it. Your shameless face."

The spy of Renzong went missing with An Jing, but in the end, they found the whereabouts of An Jing and the three at the Wuyang Restaurant, and naturally reported the news intact.

An Jing said with some guilt in his heart: "Madam, it's really hard work."

I went out for a drink. I didn't expect Qingmei to care so much about him. If he knew that his cultivation was still related to people in the arena, he would definitely be worried every day. Qingmei must not know about this.

Zhao Qingmei picked up a small cup on the table and said, "Husband, come and drink the medicine."

Drink medicine! ?

An Jing was stunned for a moment, "Madam, is this a mistake..."

The cup was pitch black, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance in the air.

Zhao Qingmei even boiled medicine for him. Does he need medicine for such a mighty body?

Zhao Qingmei raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "That's right, this is the hangover medicine I made."

"Wake up... hangover medicine."

An Jing was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then laughed dryly, took the hangover pill and drank it in one gulp, then she muttered in her heart, how did Zhao Qingmei know that she was going to drink?

Is there a ghost inside?

No, Zhou Xianming and Han Wenxin both crawled back, so logically they shouldn't be able to tip off.

And there was no alcohol smell on his body, so An Jing felt a little doubt in his heart.

"Is it delicious?"

Zhao Qingmei took the empty cup and smiled.

"What Madam makes is delicious."

An Jing opened the topic with a guilty conscience, and said, "By the way, Madam, what do you think of the newcomer in Han Wen?"

"What happened to that kid Han Wenxin?" Zhao Qingmei asked in confusion.

"What do you think about him and Tan Yun?" An Jing said with a smile.

Han Wenxin, that boy! ?

When Tan Yun, who was breathing heavily about to go back to rest, heard this, her two small pink ears perked up immediately.

Zhao Qingmei raised her brows and said with a half-smile, "You mean that kid Han Wenxin has a crush on Tan Yun?"

An Jing nodded and said, "He said that Tan Yun seems to like him very much..."

These words basically represent all the meaning of Han Wenxin, An Jing just summed it up.

"If Tan Yun is willing, I have no objection~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhao Qingmei's peach blossom eyes blinked, and she seemed to be laughing along with the corners of her mouth.

Look at him!

Tan Yun in the backyard heard this, but his face sank, his fists clenched, Han Wenxin dared to slander this girl, it seems that these few days can not only learn literacy, but also learn swordsmanship .

Feeling that An Jing and Zhao Qingmei were walking towards the backyard, Tan Yun secretly wrote down his little book before returning to his room.

The evening wind wafts gently, and the endless starry sky is vast and boundless.

It seems that there are a lot of thoughts, a lot of melancholy, all in the dark night.

An Jing raised his head and said with emotion, "Tomorrow will be a good weather."

"My favorite thing is the good weather." Zhao Qingmei also raised her head and murmured, "The weather is good, and people's mood also improves."

Looking at that beautiful face and gentle eyes, An Jing secretly swore in his heart that he would never let her be the same as himself, participating in the right and wrong of this arena, and he must protect her well.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qingmei chuckled lightly and took An Jing's hand.

"Qingmei, you are so beautiful, I want to see you more." An Jing clenched his hand tightly and said seriously.

"Fool, I'm yours, you can watch it as long as you want." Zhao Qingmei's heart was beating wildly, and her face turned red.

"It's getting late."

An Jing felt the smoothness and softness in his hands.

Zhao Qingmei had a charming look in her eyes and said, "Brother, it's getting late."

When I think of her, I feel like I haven't seen her for a day, like every three autumns.

She doesn't smile, but you think that Sanqiu hasn't seen each other for just a day.

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