Our leader can't be so funny

Ruan Xiaomu, who was pulled into the room by a mysterious hand, fell to the ground, his buttocks seemed to be split in two, grinning his teeth and desperately trying to find the culprit, when he looked up, he met someone's eyes.

It was a young man in white clothes, with a smile on his face, shaking the folding fan gently in his hand, as if even the candlelight in the room was shaking with the movement of his fan in a trance.

Ruan Xiaomu frowned, and blurted out: "Shangguan beast!"

Shangguan Qiyou frowned because of this title.

The woman standing beside him suddenly asked, "A man?"

Ruan Xiaomu forgot to hide her voice in a moment of desperation, regretted it very much, and covered her mouth.

Shangguan Qiyou seemed to have remembered him, and with a smirk on his face, he got up and approached him, and lifted his chin with a fan: "How did the little guy become so virtuous? It's rouge and gouache, no wonder I smell it." I can't smell you."

"Are you a dog?" Ruan Xiaomu moved his chin and said fearlessly.

Shangguan Qiyou was taken aback for a moment, but the woman behind him was angry: "Don't insult the young master!"

"Who are you?" Ruan Xiaomu asked.

The woman was annoyed: "What's the matter with you?"

"She is my confidant, currently undercover in Yihonglou." Shangguan Qiyou said, and asked Ruan Xiaomu, "What are you doing in the brothel?"

"Hold the girl." Ruan Xiaomu replied as a matter of course.

Shangguan Qiyou and the woman behind him giggled at the same time, Shangguan Qiyou looked at him with interest: "Pretend to be a woman to hug a girl?"

"It's just a personal hobby!" Ruan Xiaomu continued to rage.

"What's your name?" Shangguan Qiyou asked again, one hundred thousand why, it's annoying!

"Guess." Ruan Xiaomu said.

"Is there a reward for guessing correctly?" Shangguan Qiyou teased him like a cat.

"The big deal is to stop calling you a beast." Ruan Xiaomu muttered.

"The word beast is really unbearable, just call me Brother Shangguan, Xiao Mu." Shangguan Qiyou said.

Ruan Xiaomu glared at him angrily.He actually forgot that this beast asked Ye Fuyi to check on him, and he didn't expect to get a thorough understanding of himself so quickly.

Ruan Xiaomu suddenly felt very insecure.

Shangguan Qiyou said: "You came to Yihonglou to find your leader?"

"Have you met the leader?" Ruan Xiaomu was excited.

Shangguan Qiyou pulled him up from the ground: "I haven't seen it, but I know he has been here, and now he is no longer here."

"Where is he?" Ruan Xiaomu asked.

Shangguan Qiyou shook his head: "He disappeared with the leader of the martial arts. I am investigating. Do you want to come with me?"

Ruan Xiaomu's eyes lit up: "Is it possible?"

"Naturally." Shangguan Qiyou gave him a deep look.If you run into the wolf's den by yourself, don't expect the tail wolf to let go of the cunning little fox.

***

The sun gradually rose, and the dewdrops on the petals and grass blades evaporated. There were servants who came out to clean, and there were also maidservants passing by. Everyone seemed to be used to it, and no one looked at him. It was like such a big iron cage. It doesn't exist at all.

Holding the iron cage, Feng Ling frowned and thought, they all have one thing in common - good looks.

In other words, He Lianming is a pervert who only loves beauties.

He Lianming, who was rated as the color embryo, turned his head and asked the maid beside him: "What happened to that man?"

"Before, I sat motionless on the ground. During this period, I tried to break the iron cage three times, but all failed. Then I sat on the ground until dawn. Right now, I'm lying there peeking at our people."

He Lianming smiled: "Have you got his information?"

"Sister Yan sent someone to bring it over in the morning." The servant girl walked over and took the information and handed it to He Lianming.

He Lianming paused with a smile: "The leader of the Demon Cult?"

As the sunshine time increased, the temperature outside became higher and higher. Feng Ling sat under the sun with a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead.But this is not the root of his discomfort, his discomfort...is because he is hungry.

Feng Ling wiped off her sweat, leaned against the iron cage with her head down, her stomach growling non-stop.From entering Yihonglou to now, not to mention food, not even a sip of water.

Feng Ling bared her teeth, after thinking about it, she felt that she had fallen for Ye Fuyi's way.This fellow wanted him to help but didn't explain what was going on, so he took him into the Yihong Building, and even helped the tyrant to force himself to drink some wine.

This was planned at all, right?

Feng Ling stood up abruptly.

Ye Fuyi and He Lianming must be together!

He raised his head abruptly, ready to yell, but he might as well meet He Lianming's eyes.This fellow appeared in the courtyard at some point, blinking his eyes and smiling at him: "Have you figured it out, Master Feng?"

Feng Ling was furious: "Ye Fuyi is indeed in the same group as you!"

He Lianming smiled, then frowned and said, "Ye Fuyi? Are you talking about Ye Fuyi, the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Feng Ling covered her mouth.Seeing He Lianming's reaction, he seems to have guessed wrong.

He Lianming laughed: "So it was the leader of the martial arts that broke into the villa that day?" He glanced at Feng Ling meaningfully, "Could it be that leader Feng and leader Ye are really as 'close friends' as rumored outside?"

He deliberately bit the words "very close friendship" very seriously, and his eyes were extremely ambiguous.

Feng Ling was vigilant, and nodded heavily: "Naturally, I have already had a deep friendship with him, and the relationship between us is naturally not enough for outsiders like you."

He Lianming smiled wryly: "It seems that I am doomed to compete with the martial arts leader."

Feng Ling: "..."

goo goo-

A belly groan sounded, Feng Ling was embarrassed, and her handsome face was slightly red.

He Lianming laughed and said, "Are you hungry?" Without waiting for Feng Ling's answer, he called for someone, "Go and prepare some delicious dishes."

Feng Ling looked at him suspiciously.

He Lianming looked at him with a smile.

Suddenly a mass of snow-white shadow rushed out from the room, and rushed straight into He Lianming's arms.He Lianming stretched out his hands and let his front hooves rest on his hands.

It turned out to be a huge snow mastiff, looking very majestic.

Feng Ling retreated to the middle of the cage calmly, and looked at the snow mastiff with some trepidation. The corner of the snow mastiff's eyes swept over obliquely, showing a little contempt.

Feng Ling stared at it vigilantly.

Fortunately, Snow Mastiff only glanced at it, then turned to show cuteness to He Lianming.

After a while, the servants moved the tables and chairs out, arranged the prepared dishes, and retreated again.

Feng Ling took a sneak peek. There were braised pork, boiled fish, winter melon soup and fried bamboo shoots. They looked bright and juicy and very delicious.

Feng Ling's eyes were almost straightened, and she felt even hungrier.

He Lianming sat down at the table, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and said to Feng Ling in the cage: "You look very hungry, let's make a deal, as long as you promise not to shoot me, I will invite you to join us." Come and taste the food.”

Feng Ling turned her head quickly and neatly.

If you want me not to beat you up, there is no way!

He Lianming was not angry at all, he put a piece of braised pork into his mouth, and the snow mastiff was watching, He Lianming threw a piece to it.

The snow mastiff happily wagged its tail, and instantly changed from a ferocious beast to a cute mascot.

Feng Ling: "..."

So hungry.

……

……

He Lianming deliberately tortured Feng Ling, so he ate the meal very slowly.Feng Ling sat in the middle of the iron cage, lowered her head and didn't look at them, she had already cursed He Lianming thousands of times in her heart.

Finally, when He Lianming finished his meal, Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and actually felt less hungry, probably because he was too hungry.

The servant girl brought a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, He Lianming finished wiping his mouth, turned to look at Feng Ling, the snow mastiff was lazily throwing himself at his feet.

"Haven't figured it out yet, Master Feng?" He Lianming smiled.

One day, this seat will take this poor man with a pot.The leader thought angrily.

Helian Ming leisurely looked up at the sun, it was already noon, and the sun was just above his head.

He Lianming sighed, and suddenly said: "It's windy, Master Feng is hungry, don't catch cold anymore, come here, light a fire for Master Feng to keep warm."

Feng Ling: "..."

The servants held the firewood and put it not far from the cage, lit a bonfire, and left a person beside him, if the fire tended to become smaller, he would throw firewood into it.The Snow Mastiff was left behind, lying under a big tree not far away, wagging its tail leisurely, but staring fixedly at Feng Ling in the cage.

The cage was scorching hot after a while, Feng Ling let go of her hand, walked back to the center of the cage, and sat cross-legged.

Beads of sweat continued to roll down from her forehead and body. Feng Ling's white clothes had long since been washed, her hair was also wet and knotted, her face was flushed, and she didn't know whether it was from the sun or the roast.

The person guarding the bonfire was obviously not much better, and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Feng Ling raised her hand to wipe a string of beads of sweat, then threw it out casually.

Snow Mastiff stood up abruptly, looking at him warily.

"What are you looking at? Let's see that I roasted you." Feng Ling bared her teeth and threatened.

"Feng Jiaozhu is so majestic, it seems that he can still hold on." He Lianming's voice sounded behind him, and Feng Ling turned around to see him walking out of the room slowly carrying a pot of water.

Snow Mastiff saw him wagging his tail wildly.

Feng Ling subconsciously licked her dry lips.

thirsty.

He stared hungrily at the teapot in He Lianming's hand, imagining how the clear water flowed through his parched throat and into his already unbearable stomach.

"Want to drink?" He Lianming shook the teapot like a dog, with a sly smile on his face.

I don't want to drink yet.Feng Ling quickly turned her head away and looked up at him.

"Okay, I'm being self-indulgent." With a bang, the teapot in He Lianming's hand fell to pieces, and the tea passed out, and was quickly absorbed by the earth and evaporated by the sun.

Feng Ling's eyes were straightened.

He Lianming said: "If Master Feng has figured it out, you can send someone over to inform me."

"He Lianming!" Feng Ling roared angrily.

He Lianming stopped, turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Feng Ling raised her middle finger and bared her teeth: "You wait for me, I will take you, a poor man, sooner or later."

He Lianming laughed, shook his head indifferently, and walked back with fluttering clothes.

Feng Ling felt that she was really screwed this time, completely screwed.The hot sun was right above his head, and there was a strong bonfire beside him. He sat with his head down on the scorching hot ground, and kept licking his chapped lips.The palm that He Lianming slapped on his shoulder seemed to be in pain, causing him to feel dizzy for a while, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he just wanted to sink into the vague darkness.

Suddenly heard a clear voice calling: "Ling'er."