Peerless Junior Uncle

There was a slight smile on his face. I don't know if he had dreamed of something good. The red dress set off the fairer skin of ordinary people, which added a bit of temptation to this person.

Xu Ziyang squatted down slowly. His hands were still under Haitang's face. He looked at Haitang's face from a close distance. Compared with the first time I saw him a few years ago, the edges and corners were more distinct. But it was still so beautiful.

The first time I saw Haitang, Xu Ziyang was curious. How could such a beautiful person come to serve as a soldier. He still remembered that Haitang was not as tall as himself at that time. tease him...

Thinking of that scene back then, a smile appeared on Xu Ziyang's gentle face. This silly evildoer...

"Ziyang." He suddenly heard Haitang's low voice. When Xu Ziyang came back to his senses, he saw that Haitang was looking at him. His hazy eyes seemed not very clear.

Xu Ziyang was taken aback. He stabilized his mind. His face softened and he was about to withdraw his hands: "Get up and go back to the room to sleep."

Unexpectedly, the hand was firmly held by Haitang, but he didn't pull it out. Xu Ziyang frowned. Looking at Haitang, Haitang took Xu Ziyang to the soft couch with his hands, and pressed him down. The hairy Putting his head to Xu Ziyang's neck, he muttered: "Stupid. Don't like that Princess Lusha..."

"Haitang, get up." Xu Ziyang was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe.

"Don't. Don't leave." Haitang didn't let go: "Don't ignore me..." There was a trace of grievance in the low voice: "I know I was wrong. Don't ignore me."

Xu Ziyang's heart softened when he heard this voice. Sure enough, no matter when, he could not be cruel to Haitang. He stretched out his free hand and patted Haitang's back lightly: "I won't go. You get up first."

"Don't. You don't like others, okay?" Haitang muttered persistently: "You like me, okay. Ziyang. Like me, okay?"

Xu Ziyang felt the warm air from his neck and heard the pleading voice in his ear. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. Do he like Haitang? Do he like it? He thought of the man in red with the devilish face He is full of smiles. Call him a nerd. He asks himself. Do you like him?

"Okay." A soft voice finally escaped from the corner of his lips.

Haitang was shocked. He looked up at him with joy on his face: "Really. Bookworm. You really like me."

Xu Ziyang looked at the child-like Haitang. Before he could say anything, Haitang lowered his head and kissed his lips, stuffing his words back into his stomach, leaving only a vague "uh..."

The smell of alcohol in his mouth made Xu Ziyang's scorching heart gradually cool down. There was a bitterness in his heart. He was drunk again. I'm afraid these words will be forgotten after he wakes up...

"Haitang." Xu Ziyang spoke while he was panting.

Haitang kissed his side face and hummed in a low voice. The sticky voice was more like a dissatisfied ****.

"I don't want to have a second time." Xu Ziyang said calmly.

Haitang was stunned for a moment. He stopped what he was doing. Xu Ziyang stretched out his hand and pushed Haitang away and turned over. He straightened his messy clothes: "I don't want to bear it alone. But you forgot all about it." When he finished speaking. Others are no longer in the room.

Haitang sat on the soft couch. He stroked the broken hair on his forehead decadently with his hands. He watched Xu Ziyang go out, but he didn't reach out to hold him back. In fact, he was not drunk. So many drinks at night were almost Those two strong men drank it. He was afraid that he would make some jokes when he was drunk. He had been drinking tea secretly all the time. He only drank a few glasses of wine. He would not get drunk...

What he said just now, he wanted to pretend to be drunk and take the opportunity to have fun with Xu Ziyang. Xu Ziyang would never be serious with a drunk. But he didn't expect it to end like this.

The words Xu Ziyang said hit him hard on the chest. He always knew that he was wrong, but he didn't know where he was wrong. Now he seems to understand. He shouldn't. He escaped from the beginning, leaving Xu Ziyang alone. …

The terrain of Xujian Cliff is indeed steep. He Tingge stood by the river in front of Xujian Cliff on horseback. Looking at it from a distance, the Xujian Cliff on the opposite bank is a thousand feet high. Clouds and mist surround the mountainside. You can't see the top at all.

And the river in front of him is hundreds of feet wide and the current is fast. There is not even a boat in sight. The sound of water rushing by in his ears fills He Tingge's eardrums. He frowned. He can really sense the terrain. Open the keyhole of the Void Stream Cliff.

What's more, Li Hentian is still missing now.

Ziyunting kicked his front hooves. He Tingge stroked his purple-black mane. He looked at Fu Qingcheng on the side. Fu Qingcheng was much calmer than him. This made He Tingge feel that Fu Qingcheng was confident.

"You don't look nervous at all." He Tingge said.

Fu Qingcheng smiled: "Why are you nervous. Anyway, we are not the ones who really want books. Those who should be nervous are those." He raised his chin slightly as he spoke, and He Tingge looked over. Sure enough, many people appeared in the In front of the Xujian Cliff. But looking at the faces of those people, they are all frowning. It seems that they are worried about this dangerous terrain.

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. You said those people would come." He Tingge asked.

Fu Qingcheng looked at the sky and said: "Tomorrow, I guess it will be very exciting..."

Huo Qiangu's small courtyard is not very far from Xujianya. In the evening, he saw many people passing by on horseback. It seems that they are planning to sleep in Xujianya again. He Tingge doesn't understand this kind of behavior. Even if he goes early, he No. It's not idle.

But Mu Lan couldn't stand those people coming and going. Some people relied on their light skills. They even stepped on the branches and roofs of the small courtyard in the middle of the night. The small courtyard, which was originally quiet, now became the foothold of others. Point. If Mu Lan doesn't give them a little bit of trouble, then it's not Mu Lan.

I don't know what kind of medicinal powder Mu Lan sprinkled in the water tank in the courtyard. All the snakes that had been swimming peacefully in the water suddenly crawled out and coiled up one by one around the sweet-scented osmanthus tree at the door.

Mu Lan returned to the wooden house with a cold face. Looking at Huo Qiangu who was sleeping in a daze, covering his ears with the quilt, his face was distressed. It seemed that he was not sleeping well. Mu Lan was a little more angry. The outside structure of the wooden house was simple. But the internal force is a hidden murderous intent. After Mu Lan activated a few mechanisms, three-inch-long iron spikes stood up on the roof, glowing coldly under the moonlight.

Another passerby from the rivers and lakes. Just about to land on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, but was frightened by the piebald snake with a triangular head and thin wrists under his feet. His feet went limp. He almost fell down. He narrowly escaped and made a detour... .

The other one wanted to settle on the roof. He was scared by the cold shining iron spikes and withdrew his feet. He almost dodged his back. He muttered in his heart: My dear. Whose house is made like a hedgehog... .

The sound of tree branches shaking and running around on the roof was never heard again. Mu Lan just washed her hands, covered her master with a quilt and went to sleep.

He Tingge watched Mu Lan's methods silently, and thought, no wonder Haitang was afraid of Mu Lan. Fortunately, Haitang didn't come. Otherwise, he would have been scared to death by the variegated tree.

Shaking his head. He Tingge was lying on the bed. As expected, after those voices stopped, sleepiness also came up.

He Tingge always thought that the book "Shuangwu Qilu" was an undisclosed secret. But he never thought that when he rode Ziyun Pavilion Youzai Youzai came over on the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the dense crowd of people in front of him made him feel that it was It's not that there's nothing wrong with us...

Although there were a few people from Xujianya who came to see the terrain yesterday, I’m afraid they just got together today. People of all shapes and sizes occupied almost the entire river bank. When He Tingge appeared with Feng Yu on his back, all those people Look over here. He Tingge was uncomfortable being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes. He straightened his expression and got off his horse.

Today's weather is not very good. There is wind. But this wind slowly blows away the clouds on the mountainside of Xujianya. Seeing that the clouds are getting thinner and thinner, He Tingge thought. Fu Qingcheng was right. He was able to calculate today's weather conditions a month ago. Sure enough, he lived up to the title of his master Qianjizi.

He Tingge took a hasty glance at the people around him. They were all unfamiliar faces. The only ones he could remember were the three people not far away. The man with the scar was sitting under a tree with his arms crossed and looking at him. The white-clothed scholar still looked terminally ill. He looks like, but he is standing straight. Seeing He Tingge's eyes sweeping over him, the little man shrinks behind the man with the scar in embarrassment, but the man who is sitting forcibly covers it... .

He Tingge withdrew his gaze. He was a little surprised. Mo Qianqiu, who had been coveting this book for a long time, disappeared. Beishan came to report last night, saying that the mysterious person in the Taiwei Mansion seemed to have noticed the existence of Xi Chuan. A few days ago, he suddenly stopped going around the Taiwei Mansion. It should have come here. Thinking of this, He Tingge frowned slightly. Who is that person?

[The author has something to say: I have an exam today. Everyone wish me good luck. Don’t fail the course ==]

Xujianya

The people on the shore looked at He Tingge vaguely, but no one came to strike up a conversation.

He Tingge also didn't intend to pay attention to these idlers. He was worried about those people who had been coveting the book all along. Why didn't they show up one by one.

"Little brother is also here to join in the fun." Suddenly a gentle voice sounded from behind. He Tingge turned around and saw a man in light-colored clothes standing behind Fu Qingcheng. Judging by his age, he seemed to be in his thirties.

"Brother Hua." Fu Qingcheng was startled for a moment. He arched his hand holding the fan and said with a smile, "You are here too."

He Tingge only felt that this man had a faint sense of familiarity. But