My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

"Husband, what are you sighing?"

After Zhao Qingmei finished packing, she walked over to An Jing and said curiously.

Zhao Qingmei is wearing a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, mist and green grass, her cherry lips are red and delicate, and the two strands of hair around her cheeks are soft in the wind, adding a bit of seductive style.

"No, I was thinking that the weather is really nice." An Jing looked up at the dim sky.

"It's getting dark today, don't lie to me."

Zhao Qingmei put her palm on An Jing's arm, looked at him with her beautiful eyes, and said, "Tell me, is there something you're hiding from me? I always feel like you're being kept in the dark."

Feeling the warm body temperature and the delicate aroma that lingered into the nose, An Jing couldn't help but feel agitated, hehe smiled and said, "Madam, everything I said is true."

"Really?" Zhao Qingmei gave An Jing a suspicious look.

"How could there be something hidden from you?"

An Jing said solemnly: "You know my length, I know your depth, we are the closest people,"

"Death! It's not serious! It's on the street here, you're not afraid others will hear it."

Zhao Qingmei's heart was pounding like a deer, and she flushed to the base of her neck. She couldn't help but whisper, "Let's go to dinner. We have to go to the night market later. It's not good to be late."

"Then I'll close now." An Jing heard that and put away the broom.

"No, the third master won't go, just let him watch at home, and he can get medicine for people."

"He's not going?"

"Yes, he wants to read at home."

An Jing heard a move in his heart, this old thing really is watching me.

............

Yuzhou City, Chengnan Night Market.

The lights are bright, the spring breeze is intoxicated, thousands of lights by the bridge reflect the blue clouds, and the boats are full of exquisite silk fabrics. There are women with heavy makeup everywhere inside and outside the high-rise buildings.

Pedestrians are like weaving, the voices are full of people, and it is a bustling and lively scene.

"There are so many people."

Tan Yun glanced around and couldn't help but tut.

An Jing glanced at the tall buildings in the distance and said, "Of course there are many people, this is the busiest place in Yuzhou City at night..."

"If you're lucky, maybe you can see Brother Han."

He remembered very clearly that in the early summer of this year, Han Wenxin would come to this night market on time every night.

Then clock in and clock in.

Zhao Qingmei chuckled and said, "We haven't seen Han Wenxin for several days, and we don't know what happened. After we brought two boxes of wishful cakes last time, we never came again."

An Jing was also a little strange in his heart. He used to come to him for a drink every three to five days, and he didn't know why he really didn't see him during this period of time.

"That boy Han Wenxin? You don't want to be a dog for me for a few days."

Tan Yun heard a belly murmur, and then seemed to see something: "Miss, uncle, there is a pitcher over there."

I saw a booth not far away. There were several coarse cloth cushions in front of the booth, and three porcelain pitching pots in the back. The distance of the three pitching pots was arranged in order from near to far.

At this time, many people gathered at the pot pitching booth, watching the woman sitting in the field throwing pots.

Seeing the face of the woman who was throwing the pot, An Jing immediately knew why so many people were watching.

The woman's skin is as white as snow, her nose is slightly pretty, her lips are red and her teeth are white.

I saw the woman kneeling on the mat, holding a feather arrow in her hand, constantly throwing it towards the whistle.

"Hey, it's a pity."

"A little more."

.........

The people around were watching seriously. They had never watched others throw pots as seriously as today, and even felt sorry for them.

There were dozens of feather arrows in a row, and without the slightest exception, they all missed the shot. The stall owner had long been happy by the side, but he continued to comfort him.

"This lady, you are also skilled at throwing pots. If you throw a few more times, you might be able to succeed."

The woman didn't seem to hear the pity from the stall owner and the side. She just stared at the whistle-pot in front of her, constantly projecting it. The feather arrows in her hand were gone, and she simply took out her purse and bought ten more.

"This woman is a master."

An Jing looked at the palm of the woman throwing the pot, and thought to herself.

From the moment the woman took the pot, the moment her wrist turned, that kind of flexibility would not be so natural for a master who is not a martial artist.

It's just that this woman is obviously a master, why is she throwing pots with all her might?

"Miss Dai, I often play this pitcher. Would you like me to teach you?"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

I saw Han Wenxin standing beside the woman with a smile on his face, rubbing his palms on his chest.

"It's really that kid Han Wenxin." Tan Yun said in surprise.

When An Jing saw this scene, he seemed to have known him before. He couldn't help but be surprised. Why did Han Wenxin become more and more sophisticated?

In other words, everyone in this world is...

"Husband, is she good-looking or I am good-looking?" Zhao Qingmei smiled sweetly and said softly.

"Of course, Madam, you look good."

An Jing suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and quickly said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then you look so fascinated? "Zhao Qingmei kept smiling.

An Jing smiled dryly: "No, I'm looking at Brother Han..."

Tan Yun gave An Jing a strange look from the side, "What's so beautiful about Han Wenxin?"

An Jing smiled meaningfully: "No, I'm waiting for Brother Han's performance."

Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun were a little confused and didn't understand the meaning of An Jing's words.

At the booth, Han Wenxin patted his chest and said, "It's not me who blows it. In this city of Yuzhou throwing pots, if I say second, then no one will dare to recognize the first."

When An Jing heard this, he immediately became interested. I still understand Han Wenxin.

"No thanks."

The woman said the first sentence, a little cold.

After she finished speaking, the woman used the last feather arrow in her hand, but she still missed it.

"Well, this pot throwing is quite interesting, isn't it?"

At this moment, a sharp sound came from a distance, as if the hair was stuck in the throat, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Following the voice, it was a man dressed in black and wearing a hat.

The man couldn't see his appearance and age, but his sleeves and robes were wide, but when he looked closely, he didn't have his palms stretched out. It was obvious that his hands were missing, and there was a glazed jade pendant hanging around his waist.

When Tan Yun saw the man, his eyes narrowed, and then a voice transmitted into his ears: "Sect Master, this man may be the old man of the Five Poison Sect. This man's hands are born with broken hands, and he relies on a pair of Wu hook and double moon legs. He is famous in the rivers and lakes, and according to our human information, he has indeed come to Jiangnan Road."

"If the woman next to me is not bad, it should be Dai Ling, the daughter of Dai Danshu. I didn't expect that we would meet them here."