Falling flowers do not return

Yu Luocha had a half-smile, and said lightly, "Look at your reaction just now... Is Hua Manlou your old friend?"

Shi Zixupi smiled, "Do you believe me when I say that both of them are Jade Leaders?"

"Oh?"

Yu Luocha said: "Since your liking for small things is so worthless... I don't think it's impossible."

Shi Zixu was startled when he heard this, his eyelashes trembled.

His light-colored lips were still stained with peanut crumbs, wine and anger dyed his delicate face red, and even the revealing and inappropriate women's clothing and gold accessories adorned his beautiful body——

The young man suddenly smiled, and the golden lines at the corners of his eyes stretched out little by little with his smile, like a blooming golden flower: "Master Jade really knows how to joke, if I like others halfway in my heart, how can I be with you?" Upside down Luan Fengfeng turned red Lang?"

——His feelings are indeed worthless, that's why he was discarded by himself.

What's more, now that the plan has changed, he has to start a long-term plan again, so how can he waste time on romance?

Shi Zixu pushed Yu Luocha away.

He took a few steps back and threw off the white pointed shoes, stood on the ground barefoot, and tore off the cumbersome leg ornaments and foot ornaments from his legs.

When he looked up at the man again, Shi Zixu's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

The tip of the boy's tongue slowly licked the corners of his lips, and the peanut crumbs disappeared into a deep red under Yu Luocha's gaze.

Shi Zixu flirtatiously stretched out his index finger to the man in black, and raised it slightly.

He smiled and said, "Master Yu, shall we fight?"

这年头，一不小心就生无可恋最新更新:2016-11-1712:00:00

Lu Xiaofeng stopped at the third street corner.

The reason why he stopped was very simple, because Hua Manlou called out to him.

"Brother Lu."

Hua Manlou, who always had a gentle smile and a gentle and elegant smile, showed a very rare seriousness at this moment—especially when facing Lu Xiaofeng—he said a few words.

But it was also these few words that made Lu Xiaofeng frowned, thinking something was wrong in his heart.

"Did you hide something from me, something... related to Zixu?"

Lu Xiaofeng laughed dryly: "Why did Brother Hua say that?"

"Because when I said that girl was Zixu just now, your reaction was abnormal."

Hua Manlou sighed softly: "It's as if you are so anxious and surprised that Zixu is absolutely impossible to still live in this world, so you must be hiding something that I don't know."

"..."

Lu Xiaofeng was like that at the time because he saw Zixu die in Huamanlou's arms with his own eyes, experienced Yuhuatian's thunderous wrath, and heard Gongshi say that he received a piece of skin with a black flame imprint.

So he knew that Huamanlou had admitted his mistake, and he also worried that his friend would have a heart demon because of Zixu's matter.

But now that Hua Manlou has doubts about his actions, it is better to have a good time than to let his friends continue to have unreasonable expectations.

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated for a while in silence, but finally came out with the tray.

"I learned this from Gong Shi, and Yuhuatian is indeed looking for Zixu's body."

Lu Xiaofeng's four eyebrows were tangled together, and he looked at Huamanlou worriedly.

"..."

Hua Manlou only felt that her heart had become a ball of numbness, but it was not a mess, but had been crushed into slag, crushed into powder, and the original numbness could hardly be seen.

He heard his own voice dry, and spit out a sentence at the slowest speed: "The "girl"'s breathing and voice are very similar to Zixu's—even if "she" changed it on purpose—but I can hear it .”

Lu Xiaofeng comforted: "It's not impossible. Brother Hua, you..."

"Do not."

Hua Manlou denied, "Perhaps there may indeed be coincidences in the world that can make two people, or even two people of different genders, look alike, but they can be alike, but they can't be exactly the same."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Exactly the same?"

"Yes, exactly the same."

Hua Manlou closed and opened the folding fan, and continued: "Brother Lu, you are different from me. Because you know a lot, you will be influenced by preconceived ideas, but think carefully about the relationship between "she" and Luo Qichasuo before she arrived at the teahouse. Our conversation, I believe even if you can't hear the difference between footsteps and breathing, brother Lu, you will find something wrong."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned, stroked his beard in thought.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head: "Shi—!"

"Yes."

Hua Manlou said with difficulty: "You and I only mentioned the word "Zixu". If he wasn't Zixu, how did he know Zixu's surname? At that time, this surname was not common, and it cannot be explained by coincidence."

"If it's really what you said, Brother Hua," Lu Xiaofeng mused, "Why didn't he recognize you and me? Instead, he acted like a stranger? Unless he couldn't recognize you and me, in other words, he was In this way..."

"Help."

Lu Xiaofeng's and Huamanlou's completely different voices sounded at the same time and overlapped.

"..."

The two were silent for a while.

Hua Manlou lowered his eyes, he slowly clenched his five fingers, and the smooth and warm bones of the folding fan in his hand gradually cracked.

The summer afternoon in the capital is extremely hot, and there is no wind. The flowers all over the building under the sun that should make people sweat and wet clothes, but the coolness spreads from the bottom of my heart, quickly and irresistibly spread to the limbs, and the color of the lips turns pale.

He didn't know why Zixu came back from the dead, and he didn't care about it.

——Compared to these painful past events, compared to the stiff and lifeless body of the boy in his arms, the word "alive" is enough for Huamanlou who loves life.

But what does it mean if even Zixu is haunted and the former governor of Xichang is in charge of the school, and they don't know that the young man is still alive?

Although Huamanlou had never experienced the panic brought about by the Eastern and Western Factories during the former emperor's time, he had heard of the terror that everyone was in danger during that period.

The answer is already clear and obvious.

This shows that the opponent's power and control over information are far superior to those who are looking for Zixu's body, so they are able to hide Zixu tightly until today when the latter shows up in the teahouse and secretly asks him and Lu Xiaofeng for help.

Combined with the conversation between Zixu and the Spanish-speaking businessman...

I'm afraid that what the young man went through disgusted him far more than death, and he was so disgusted that he tried to provoke the other party every moment.

"Yes, I have my eyes on him, old lunatic, why don't you let me go with him?"

The young man's words in the teahouse lingered in Huamanlou's ears and lingered for a long time.

"Western Region...Brother Hua."

Compared with the pale Huamanlou, Lu Xiaofeng is not much better: "I think of a person, that person may be related to Zixu's current situation."

"who?"

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated to speak, he really didn't know whether he should tell Hua Manlou, and suddenly realized that he had concealed so many things related to Zixu from the latter.

He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "As early as Uncle Hua's [-]th birthday..."

There was an eerie silence, until the crisp sound of jade breaking woke Hua Manlou's mind.

He loosened his five fingers, and the folding fan that broke in two fell to the ground, stirring up some dust.

Hua Manlou lowered his head slowly, and "looked" at the five fingers spread out to him.

He couldn't see and didn't know what his hands looked like.

But at this moment, he seemed to have lost not only his vision, but also his sense of touch, smell, and hearing.

It must be because he lost it, not because his heart was numb from the pain, so he couldn't feel the pain of the crumbs piercing his finger flesh, couldn't smell the faint smell of blood, and couldn't hear the tiny crackling of blood drops.

Turns out he didn't know anything.

It turned out that he had been negligent.

He thought that he regarded Zixu as his own brother and cared for him in every possible way.

But what about practicality?

He was the one who gave the boy the warmth he misunderstood, he was the one who forced the boy into despair, and he was the one who hurt the boy the most.

"The building is full of flowers!"

Shi Zixu fell on his back on the carpet, panting heavily.

Beads of sweat rolled down one after another on the young Guangluo's belly and back, soaking a sheep whose throat was bitten by a wolf on the carpet pattern like money.

Yu Luosha, who had unilaterally suppressed the boy for nearly half an hour, lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down beside the boy.

His martial arts are much higher than that of the young man, even though the latter used all his strength, he didn't even change his breath at all.

Shi Zixu lay there lazily, not talking to Yu Luocha, and only focused on calming his beating heart.

In fact, compared to fighting, Shi Zixu prefers a certain kind of exercise on the bed—the hearty, joyful pleasure mixed with pain, the worldly joy that can unscrupulously forget the passage of time—is his first choice.

However, the person next to him at this time was Yu Luocha, and he didn't want to make such a request to the former at all.

Most likely because of the vigorous exercise, he was in a good mood. The youth's black jade-like eyes were full of vitality and joy. After a while, a sentence suddenly popped up: "Master Jade likes black very much?"

"The Western Demon Cult respects blackness."

Yu Luocha played with a string of gold beads that Shi Zixu tore off and threw on the ground.

"Since Master Jade is the master of the Demon Cult, he must like it."

Shi Zixu turned over slightly, looked up at Yu Luocha with his arms on his pillow, he was smiling, his voice was lighter than the catkins on the water surface, and softer than the white clouds in the sky: "Then what color does the Jade Master hate?"

"Why did the little thing suddenly ask this?"

The young smiling man felt itchy in his heart—especially after having tasted the former's body several times—he simply stretched out his hand and pulled the wild cat curled up lazily on the ground into his arms, and straddled his legs.

He walked around the back of the latter with both hands, and bit by bit pulled the short rope behind the chest, and took off the small piece of cloth: "I don't have a particularly annoying color."

"But I have."

Shi Zixu also let him play tricks on himself, and continued as if he didn't notice that the man's hands moved down to the short skirt again: "I hate red the most now. Every time I see it, I wish I could destroy it immediately."

"Why?"

The red bean on the left was caught in the warm mouth, and the tongue coating slowly scratched the sensitive skin. Shi Zixu leaned back slightly, as if to escape, but his body did not move.

He inserted his five fingers into the man's hair, pressed down slightly, and offered it to himself like a sacrifice: "Because some reds are easy for me to get, and some are hard to get."

"If you can't get it, do everything possible to force it."

Seven points of Yu Luocha's words were ridiculed and three points were indifferent: "There is something that the deity has never had."

As soon as the voice fell, three fingers had already squeezed in.

Not lubricated, not expanded, the callused fingers rubbed against the dry inner wall as if a young boy could bear it.

Shi Zixu frowned, and then stretched it out.

With two legs hanging down, he even used a little force to prop up his body, watching Yu Luocha indifferently as he unbuttoned his belt, and pushed it in.

The young man snorted, raised his arms around the latter's neck, and then closed his eyes.

It was boring, forced sex for him, but it had happened almost every day for the past few months.

Since it is unavoidable and unavoidable, why not think of a way to make yourself happy?

——The same experience, enjoyment is better than uncomfortable.

Shi Zixu closed his eyes, and a face completely different from Yu Luocha appeared in his mind.

The corners of his lips curled up in joy, as if he leaned against the man's shoulders impatiently, his lips gently opened and wrapped around the man's ears and twisted downwards, rubbing crystal water traces along the way, and the sweetness and hook gradually came out from his throat Human gasp: "Hurry up..."

Hua Gu was so dumbfounded by the crazy old man that he had nothing to say: "Then don't you know how to drive the bullock cart over? I can't even move without looking?!"

After all, it was a hot and spicy aunt trained by the neighbors for many years. Hua Gu pointed at Sang and scolded Huai in a strange way: "I gave you so much money, but I didn't let you raise the price of the dry rice!"

"Excuse me." Granny Cui had already lowered the curtain: "Old lady, I dare to go to Meng Yuanwai's residence, there is no time to waste."

Without waiting for Hua Gu to take a few steps back, she urged the old horse to move forward.

Hua Gu couldn't stand upright, and she was too close to the carriage, so she was almost knocked down. Fortunately, the crazy old man came over to help Hua Gu in time, so that Hua Gu didn't fall down with "Young Madam" on the ground.

With the help of the crazy old man, Hua Gu used all her strength to finally put the girl into the car, and as soon as she got into the car, she spat in the direction of the black carriage, "Bah! Old Qian Po!"

The crazy old man saw that Hua Gu was angry, so he didn't touch the tiger's beard. He just climbed on the back of the bull and patted the rough horns of the old green bull. and go.

"Meng Yuanwai has been buying half a car of beautiful maids every month for the past year. He said it was for his daughter's company. Who knows what he actually did?! Her daughter is so precious that she needs nearly a hundred maids?!"

Hua Gu was so full of anger that she had nowhere to vent her anger, since it was still early in the morning and there were not many people on the street, she simply chewed on the ears of the crazy old man: "Could it be that Member Meng is using his daughter's cover to pick up yin and mend yang? "

The crazy old man almost laughed: "Hua Gu, you can really think about it."

He glanced in the direction of Meng Yuanwai's mansion, and saw the misty white, with morning light slanting down from the clouds, as if in a fairyland.

"Old man, I really think that Mrs. Cui is more suspicious than Meng Yuanwai's house. Her complexion and carriage look scary at first glance."

Hua Gu pursed her lips: "What you're doing is taking in children and selling them out, so you don't have to cover it up."

She turned around and straightened the girl and leaned against the car wall: "As for the prostitutes in the brothels in the town, more than half of them are sold by her."

"Old man, this is the first time I've met a child, I don't know if they are all sleeping and selling their children?" The crazy old man knocked on the left corner of the old cow, and Qingniu turned left: "Asleep picking children, it's a blind eye!" what to do?"

"Not all fell asleep. I heard that it was because Mrs. Cui gave Mongolian sweat medicine as soon as she got in the car in order to prevent the children from running away, and she only woke up when she got off the ground, so everyone we saw fell asleep." Hua Gu replied.

"So that's the case." The crazy old man nodded his head and said: "It's a good way."

"What do you care about so much." Hua Gu rolled her eyes impatiently: "The young master is almost awake when we go back, so don't take the young master to the mountain to play without looking at the store."

"I know, I know." The crazy old man smirked: "I don't know what to eat this morning? Is there any oily fruit?"

"Yes, yes." Hua Gu said in her tone that she hated iron and steel, "I know oily fruit every day, and I don't know what's so delicious about oily fried noodles."

"Old man, I haven't eaten anything good, but I like this fine white flour fried fruit." Although the ox cart was slow, the time passed quickly as the two talked back and forth. He took out a brass key from his pocket and went to open the door, with a smile on his face: "Bite your lips and teeth to leave fragrance."

"Nothing!" Hua Gu spat again, this time without any malice.

The crazy old man answered in a mess of being hopeless, his hands kept moving, and the big lock of Xiangyun was opened with a light twist of the brass key.

It's just that when the wooden door was wide open, someone suddenly said inside the door: "Huagu, old uncle, where have you been?"

The voice was three points soft and seven points gentle, Hua Gu and the crazy old man were most familiar with it after listening to it for ten years, but at this moment they broke out in a cold sweat!

Lin Miao stood not far away with his hands behind his back, the rustling bamboo leaves in the garden cast a few shadows on his clothes, making the handsome young man look like a fairy who lived his life in the nine heavens, it's a pity that the innocence unique to children in his eyes Completely ruined everything.

Lin Miao repeated the question again: "Where did you go?"

"Master got up really early today."

The crazy old man is still in a daze, but Hua Gu has already reacted, and hastily got out of the car to meet Lin Miao. When passing the crazy old man, she did not forget to pinch the crazy old man's arm and remind him to drive the ox cart away: "Old man The lunatic forgot to mow the grass yesterday, so he had no choice but to go out and eat for a while this morning."

"Oh." Lin Miao nodded: "Do I need a car to feed the cows?"

There was a drop of cold sweat on Huagu's forehead: "The car has been useless for too long, and I'm afraid it will be eaten by insects, so I asked the old lunatic to put it on and walk around to make sure, so as not to use it in the future and find it damaged."

"in this way."

"Why did you wake up so early today, young master?"

It was almost half an hour earlier than usual, Hua Gu was thinking in her heart.

It seems that the young master believed my nonsense. Fortunately, the girl in the car was not found. Otherwise, the explanation would be a trivial matter. If the young master is unwilling, or if the young master wakes up and speaks inappropriately and offends the young master, causing the young master to suffer from dementia, then it will not be beautiful.

In any case, it was considered a pass, and it was barely a sigh of relief.

"Hua Gu, look!" Lin Miao's attention was diverted, but he remembered the reason why he got up early in the morning to find someone.

He stretched out the hand behind his back to Hua Gu, and said happily like offering a treasure: "I was woken up by this little guy!"

A squirrel with a tail no bigger than half of Lin Miao's palm squatted in his white palm, pawing at Lin Miao's round jade fingertips and staring at Huagu's big eyes, with a suspicious pear skin stuck to the corner of its lips.

Hua Gu: "..."

"Oh." The crazy old man came over after parking the carriage: "This little guy is so cute, where did he come from?"

"I don't know either." Lin Miao tilted her head and smiled, and the thin silver chain slipped from the white jade headband in her ears: "I was falling asleep in the morning, and I heard the sound of crackling in the house. I opened my eyes and saw it was eating on the table. Where are my pears?"

The crazy old man reached out to touch the big fluffy tail of the squirrel, but was threatened by the little guy with grinning teeth, so he gave up thinking about stroking his hair: "This little thing is smart, knowing that the young master is kind, he won't have the heart to hit him." Kill it, so go steal the young master's pear."

Hua Gu was still staring at the furry thing in Lin Miao's palm, her whole body stiffened.

"What's wrong with you, Aunt Hua?" Lin Miao sent the squirrel to her again: "I want to raise her, I even thought of a name! Let's call her Lizi! What do you think, Aunt Hua?"

Hua Gu was silent for a while, then covered her face with her sleeves and said, "Young Master, if you want to raise him... let's raise it."

Left and right, I will hide from it in the future.

Pain in the temples.

Meizi stretched out her hands, pressed her index finger on the fragile acupuncture point on her forehead and rubbed it vigorously a few times, and slowly opened her eyes.

What caught the eye was the white sand tent embroidered with light blue bamboo patterns, instead of the familiar plum-colored brocade.

She looked up at the tent in a daze, thinking vaguely: Where am I?

The brain affected by the sweat medicine was running extremely slowly, but at least it allowed her to clear her mind.

That's right, she was chasing after the demon mist in the secret realm, but was attacked from behind when she was about to grab her. The last thing she realized was a pair of black rat leather boots...

Meizi turned over and sat up, looking around at the unfamiliar environment.

This is where?

Tables, wardrobes, screens, pedals...

It is an extremely ordinary decoration, and traces of someone's use can be vaguely seen.

His right hand stretched toward his waist, but he didn't touch the familiar scabbard.

Meizi's heart sank, and she hurriedly touched the top of her right arm.

The hard ring-shaped thing stayed where it was, and didn't disappear like a saber.

Juling Ring is still getting better.

Meizi wanted to use her spiritual power, so she informed her family that someone would come to save her.

Unexpectedly, when the meridians dry up, the dantian is excruciatingly painful, like thousands of gnats gnawing on it, and the little bits of pain condense together, which is very tormenting.

Meizi snorted, and then bit her lower lip forcefully, suppressing the pain in a daze.

Spirit power was drained?

Pain mixed with fear washed over Meizi's heart, and his clothes were drenched with sweat in an instant.

Aura!Aura!

Meizi sat cross-legged, trying to absorb some spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth to relieve the disturbing pain in the meridians, but found that it was wishful thinking.

The thin aura of the place where it is located, the aura of the most desolate place in the upper world is also richer than here.

Everything around seems to remind Meizi of a fact.

Here is the lower bound.

Although he knew that no matter how dangerous he was in the secret realm, it was impossible to fall into the lower realm, but this knowledge made Meizi's tense nerves a little more relaxed.

In any case, she is a disciple of the Mei family, with a half-immortal body. Although she lost her sword now, but with the spirit-gathering ring in her hand, she will not lose the power to protect herself against mortals.

As long as the spiritual power is restored and the plum blossom seal between the spirit-gathering rings is activated, the parents should find them soon.

After clarifying her thoughts, Meizi no longer stimulated the spiritual power in her body, but began to carefully gather the room she was in.

The house is huge, but it is big, but it looks a bit empty. All the furniture and walls are made of wood, and the lines are faintly visible.

Meizi carefully put on her shoes and got out of bed, walking, sitting and sleeping without making a sound.

She walked to the door and stretched out her hand to pull it.

The damper didn't budge.

Go push the window, the window is tight.

Meizi pondered for a moment, walked around the room, and walked to the table.

On the cyan wooden table are a pen holder, a brush, a paperweight, and several sheets of rice paper.

Not far from the desk is a tan shelf with a towel and a washbasin on it.

Some water in the basin.

Meizi's five fingers caressed over the rice paper, and the delicate woody feeling made her narrow her eyes comfortably.

People in the upper world mostly use bamboo slips, jade slips, and even spiritual artifacts to record things. Few people use fragile and fragile paper. Therefore, although Meizi knows what "paper" is, he rarely sees it.

But this does not affect her guessing the top-grade quality of the rice paper under her palm based on its texture.

But if it is high-grade rice paper, it must be expensive, so why does it appear in this extremely simple house?

Meizi put down the rice paper, and the pink dress brushed over the table leg with her deft steps, and the tiny plum petals at the corner of the skirt fluttered up and down like a cold plum blossom, turning into blossoming red plums.

这年头，一不小心就腻了最新更新:2016-11-1812:00:00

That night.

The capital city is at the foot of the emperor, and the curfew is strict. When every household in this house is asleep, it is even more quiet for people and animals.

But just like the night is always a hotbed of some shady things, the ordinary soldiers on patrol can never stop those capable men and strangers who are equipped with martial arts and shuttle between the courtyard walls like the wind.

Lu Xiaofeng was once bitten by Xue Bing's ear in the dark night capital, became thin into a piece of paper under Ye Gucheng's sword, bought poisonous chestnuts from Grandma Xiong, and fought with Aunt Gongsun.

But that was a long time ago.

Now, even though he was running across the roofs of the black capital of a country again, his heart was full of anxiety, so anxious that his four eyebrows were all knuckled together.

——Because Huamanlou disappeared from the inn.

Hua Manlou's kung fu is on par with him, and his position and hearing are even more unique in the world. If he really wants to avoid Lu Xiaofeng's eyes and ears, it can be said to be effortless, very simple.

Lu Xiaofeng stopped on a slightly higher roof for a few breaths, and after identifying the location, he continued to use his lightness kung fu to continue on his way.

Hua Manlou probably didn't leave for too long, because the bench in his room was still hot, Lu Xiaofeng thought that he could catch up with him.

Where will Huamanlou go?

The answer is about to come out.

So Lu Xiaofeng jumped out of the window almost without hesitation, avoided several groups of patrolling soldiers all the way, and went straight to the direction where the Western Region merchant was.

Huamanlou is a gentleman, he has always been upright and has never visited other people's residences at night, and he is not a reckless person, so Lu Xiaofeng never expected that the former would make such abnormal behaviors.

But Huamanlou has never damaged anything because of emotions, but today he broke his beloved folding fan with his own hands during the day.

This sign had already indicated that the former's emotional agitation was unusual, and Lu Xiaofeng deeply regretted that he did not pay attention to this.

If that person is really the young master of the Western Demon Cult, Wang Tianbao, who is said to inherit the behemoth of the Western Demon Cult after Yu Luocha returns to the west——

Lu Xiaofeng is indeed Huamanlou's close friend, and he really understands the latter.

Because Huamanlou is currently in the resplendent mansion with only three entrances and three exits.

Although he couldn't see how ostentatious and rich those houses were, but his nose was very sensitive, and he could smell the unique and strong aroma of Western Region spices that filled the whole mansion.

His ears are also very sensitive, so he can hear all the small sounds around him.

But the strange thing is that he didn't meet a single person's footsteps along the way, and he didn't hear half a breath—it was as if this was just an empty courtyard with no one inhabited—it was calm and eerie, gorgeous and terrifying.

You must know that when the day comes, there are dozens of servants and servants who serve the food and wine.

This is very abnormal, so abnormal that Huamanlou almost has the illusion that he can walk around without being noticed.

As time passed, as rooms without lights were opened, Hua Manlou's breath gradually became disordered involuntarily.

He was not afraid of being discovered, and he didn't care about being discovered, but he was extremely anxious only because of the guesses that appeared in his mind.

If after he and Lu Xiaofeng leave this afternoon, the businessman from the Western Regions will take Zixu and leave the capital—

He cautiously opened another door.

The cool evening breeze blows in through the open windows, raising soft and light white gauze.

The fluttering white gauze, like a lover's hand, slid over Mr. Ruyu's cheek little by little.

While Hua Manlou raised his arm to push aside the white gauze, he also heard heavy and intermittent breathing from the room.

This room seemed to be very large, so big that the obvious breathing sound reached Huamanlou's ears and became very small, so small that it was almost covered by the sound of fabric rubbing.

The owner of the breathing sound suddenly moaned uncontrollably. He was probably enduring some unavoidable pain, so he still didn't fall asleep at midnight.

It was also this groan that made Huamanlou quicken his pace, parting the fluttering white gauze again and again, and went straight to the direction of the voice: "...Zixu?"

He kicked something with his toe.

It seemed to be clothing, or maybe a thin blanket, but it was very soft.

Hua Manlou took a few steps forward.

This time he stepped on long fluff, probably the fur of some kind of animal.

"Take it out...take it out for me..."

A cool but sweaty hand suddenly stretched out, clasping Hua Manlou's ankle firmly: "I can't take it anymore...Take it out..."

"Zixu!"

Hua Manlou thoroughly confirmed the voice, and he hastily knelt down: "Zixu, you..."

The hand suddenly exerted force, pulling Hua Manlou, whose center of gravity was unstable, staggering, and did not fall down on the support of his left hand.

Then a young and flexible body rolled into his arms.

The young man loosened Huamanlou's ankles, wrapped around the latter like a snake, and sprayed his scorching breath on Huamanlou's cochleas.

In his words, he was seven points confused and three points unbearable, he took Hua Manlou's right hand and reached towards his lower body: "Take it out, please... I won't dare again."

There was only one piece of white gauze on his body, which was the same material as the ones hanging in the room. The warm touch of his skin made Hua Manlou suddenly withdraw his five fingers that were being held.

Shi Zixu didn't seem to recognize who Hua Manlou was, or could no longer recognize who it was.

He just kept pleading in the latter's ear: "I don't dare anymore, I really don't dare anymore, I don't want to run away, please take it out."

"Zixu, Zixu is me."

Hua Manlou whispered again and again: "Zixu, can you recognize who I am?"

He wanted to pick up the boy and leave, but he froze in place because of the latter's next move.

The dexterous and soft tongue broke into his slightly open teeth due to surprise, and skillfully and provocatively sucked the warm body fluid in his mouth—as if the boy had done similar things countless times with ease—the seduction was absolutely perfect. cute.

Just when Hua Manlou came back to his senses and wanted to turn his head to avoid it, the boy also ended with a kiss.

"Take it out and let me blowjob it, I beg you."

Hua Manlou stretched out his left hand in a blink of an eye to hold the boy's hand that was reaching down.

His whole body was trembling, so his hand holding the young man's five fingers was also trembling.

Layer after layer of folds on the wide sleeves stretched and overlapped with the trembling, and even the cloud pattern of Suzhou embroidery seemed to come alive, like white clouds really floating in the sky.

Hua Manlou didn't want to imagine what made Zixu lose his mind, and he didn't dare to imagine what the latter was begging for, and he didn't even have the energy to think about who made the young man so proficient in kissing, and who Those two words that I said without hesitation.

All he could do was take the boy away.

So Hua Manlou immediately hugged Shi Zixu in his arms.

But he couldn't leave in the end, and even knelt and sat down again holding the boy.

Because at the moment when he got up, the person in his arms suddenly groaned, and the sound of metal and stone colliding sounded in his ears.

——Something connects the ground to the… back of the boy.

Hua Manlou's eyes were slightly closed—although he couldn't see what was going on, he still chose to close his eyes, as if he could escape something by doing this—the left hand slowly moved towards that... there shouldn't be metal place.

It's a string of beads.

Although it was covered with sticky and slippery liquid, Hua Manlou could feel that it was a string of gold.

If he could see it, or if Lu Xiaofeng was here, then they would be able to find this string of beads one after another, each of which was the size of a thumb, adorning the young man's slender legs during the daytime, circle after circle Circle, carved with delicate patterns.

Beautiful and precious.

Huamanlou took a deep breath and began to slowly draw out the beads.

Every time one came out, the young man leaning on Hua Manlou's shoulder trembled, and his hands almost used all his strength to grab the front of the former: "Uh..."

The bead string that was connected to the ground at that end was very long, so long that even if Hua Manlou got up without knowing it, there would still be a long section in the boy's body.

Hua Manlou's fingertips were gradually covered with the liquid.

In the process of pulling out, he inevitably touched the little hole that was wriggling and spitting out beads again and again-Hua Manlou and the boy had never been so close after living together for four years-tonight, under such circumstances, they were all complete. .

Dozens of breaths passed.

Hua Manlou's skirt was already in disrepair, and he finally took out all the beads and threw them on the fur.

He picked up the young man, turned around and wanted to leave, but after taking two steps, he bent down and leaned towards the ground as if remembering something.

Sure enough, it was a thin blanket that was kicked before.

Hua Manlou picked up the blanket and wrapped it around Shi Zixu, and went out after repeatedly confirming that the latter did not expose his skin.

Then when he was about to leave the mansion, he met Lu Xiaofeng who rushed over in a hurry.

"The building is full of flowers..."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes fell on the face of Shi Zixu who was wrapped in Huamanlou's arms, and he lowered his voice in surprise: "This is Zixu...? But why is he blindfolded?"

Blindfolded?

Before Huamanlou, because of the boy's actions and the string of beads, he didn't pay attention to this at all, but this is not a good place to talk.

"Let's go back to the inn first."

"it is good."

Lu Xiaofeng replied.

Zixu's eyes are fine.

This was Hua Manlou's first reaction when she returned to the inn and washed her hands, when she unwrapped the upper layers of the boy's eyes and checked repeatedly.

He also relaxed a little because of this.

Lu Xiaofeng lit several oil lamps, illuminating the whole room brightly.

It's not Shi Zixu or Hua Manlou who first catches the eyes with the four eyebrows, but the blanket that the latter used to wrap the boy.

It was a solid black Persian blanket.

A few words were written on the blanket with an unknown white liquid.

"I'm tired of playing, return you, it tastes good."

"Squeak-"

The wardrobe is old, and it is inevitable that there will be some noises when it is opened. Although Meizi is annoyed at her carelessness, but the deal is done, so she has to close the door of the cabinet and carefully examine the contents of the cabinet.

There are a lot of clothes neatly stacked in the cabinet.

Meizi reached out and flipped through them briefly, and found that they were all women's clothes, some thick, some thin, colorful or plain, but they were all brand new, with no trace of wearing them.

A closet of new clothes?

Mei Zi was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er by the strange arrangement in the room.

It's a pity that before she could see that she was a mouse and an ugly cow, there was a sudden but heavy footsteps outside the door, and a slow but light footsteps!

Half an hour ago.

Lin Miao rested her cheek with one hand, turned her head and slowly picked up a piece of silver pastry, and put it in front of Lizi: "Do you want to eat?"

Lizi was happily gnawing on Lizi, when suddenly a snow-white thing bigger than her own head came over her, and instantly exploded: "Squeak!"

Lin Miao handed over the silver pastry solemnly: "Try it, it's very sweet and delicious."

"Squeak!!!"

"Squeak means to agree