Our leader can't be so funny

Ye Shaoqin lowered his eyes: "Shaoqin understands, but I don't know why the sect master suddenly changed his mind?"

"He is a character, he shouldn't die under such dirty means, even if he dies, he should die in the hands of a character like this deity."

Ye Shaoqin suddenly raised his head: "The sect master means..."

"Since I promised you to take his life, I will not break my promise. He is seriously injured now. If I kill him, I will win the battle. Give him a year to prepare. Only when he wins in the future can he prove who is the real one. No. [-] in the world."

Ye Shaoqin was immediately delighted: "Thank you, Sect Master."

The master of Rashomon Sect smiled, his voice gradually became low, hoarse and ambiguous: "Since the deity has already granted your request, shouldn't Shaoqin show something?"

Ye Shaoqin raised his eyes, there was a touch of lingering meaning in his eyes, he tiptoed slightly, and kissed his lips.

The master of the Rashomon sect will naturally not miss the prey delivered to his door.

After a while, Ye Shaoqin groaned, his body softened into a puddle of water, and he leaned against his chest weakly, his face flushed.

The master of Rashomon sect laughed loudly, bent over and hugged the man in his arms, strode towards the bed with big strides, threw him between the quilts, and pressed him on top of him.

***

Another sleepless night.

The case in the small town was almost finished, and Shen Liuyue also planned to bring the troops back to Luoyang, but there was still no news from Ye Fuyi.

Feng Ling was worried, and the owner of the inn was also arrested. According to his confession, after they murdered Feng Ling that day, Ye Fuyi woke up from the wooden cabinet and planned to settle the score with them, but was surrounded by them because of serious injuries. Just when they were about to capture him, a group of mysterious people suddenly fell from the sky and rescued him.

However, Feng Yuejiao's efforts to identify the identities of these mysterious people could not find any clues.

Feng Ling was worried that the person who rescued Ye Fuyi might be harboring some ulterior secret, and even more afraid that Ye Fuyi would leave the wolf's lair and enter the tiger's mouth.

But he didn't dare to leave this small town, fearing that Ye Fuyi wouldn't find him when he came back after he left.

Can only sit and wait.

This taste is really fucking unpleasant.

The leader is a little crazy and wants to swear, can he still enjoy the plot!Return Gongjun quickly!

Moisture filled the room, Feng Ling stood up from the barrel in a daze, and reached out to grab her clothes.

After catching for a long time, but didn't catch anything, he raised his leg and stepped out of the barrel, accidentally tripped and fell out.

The leader was stunned.

Because he fell into a warm embrace.

There was a familiar smell at the end of his nose, Feng Ling raised his head, misty water appeared in front of his eyes, a gentle and smiling face appeared in his blurred vision, it was Ye Fuyi who had been missing for many days.

"Fuyi?" Feng Ling stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek, "It's real, it's not a dream."

Ye Fuyi's smile froze for a moment: "Can Ling'er stop pinching my face in the future?"

"No." Feng Ling pinched again, "It's soft, I like pinching."

Ye Fuyi also pinched his cheek, wrapped a piece of clothing around his body, hugged him in his arms, and walked towards the big bed.

Feng Ling huddled in his arms, raised her eyes to look at his chin: "Where have you been these days?"

"I'm sorry to make you worry. I was besieged that day and was rescued by the sect master of Rashomon. Later, my injury relapsed, so I didn't have time to contact you."

"How is your injury now?" Feng Ling was worried.

"It's okay." Ye Fuyi put him on the bed.

Feng Ling immediately rolled into the bed, staring at him with shining eyes: "I'm really afraid that this is just a dream, and you will disappear in the blink of an eye."

"Fool." Ye Fuyi chuckled, took off his clothes, and got on the bed, stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly against his chest, "Did you hear my heartbeat? I'm serious. I'm not dreaming, Ling'er, I'm back."

Feng Ling put her hand on his heart, feeling the strong beating there, and only then did she truly believe that all this was not a dream. When Ye Fuyi came back, he was immediately filled with joy, almost overwhelmed by this tenderness.

Ye Fuyi lowered her head and kissed his lips, savoring it carefully, Feng Ling was panting slightly under his attack, her face flushed.

After a long time, Ye Fuyi ended the lingering kiss and sighed softly: "Ling'er, I miss you."

"Me too." Feng Ling hugged him, panting, almost unable to breathe, but felt extremely sweet.

After a while, Feng Ling said: "Are you hungry? I'll ask someone to prepare meals for you."

"No." Ye Fuyi hugged him tightly, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, "I'm hungry, but I just want to eat Ling'er."

Feng Ling blushed slightly: "You..."

"Ling'er is not happy?" Ye Fuyi put his forehead against his forehead affectionately, making the two breaths blend together, "Does Ling'er know what day it is today?"

Feng Ling was stunned: "Today...according to the plan, today should be the day you and I get married."

"Yes, if it wasn't for being chased and killed, you and I should be lingering and tender in the new house at this moment, you and me."

Feng Ling's cheeks were slightly hot: "But..."

"Do you know why I rushed back today?" Ye Fuyi lightly bit his earlobe, and the lingering kiss fell on the side of Feng Ling's neck, making him shrink his head, itchy.

Feng Ling was a little annoyed: "How do I know?"

Ye Fuyi smiled lightly: "I, Ye Fuyi, have always kept my promises. I said that I want you to be my person today, and I will never change it." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned over and pressed Feng Ling against his body. under.

Feng Ling was startled, her body stiffened slightly: "You..."