Our leader can't be so funny

Ye Fuyi walked up to him, leaned over and stretched out his hands to untie his clothes, and slowly took off his robe and shoes.

Although the rhythm was right, Feng Ling was still a little uneasy. They seemed to have forgotten something.By the way, it's carousing Gu!

Feng Ling was about to remind him of the joyous joy Gu, and was very happy that Ye Fuyi finally got out of the plot, but the next moment he couldn't be happy because he knew what the rope was for.

Ye Fuyi actually bound his hands and feet, and tied them firmly to the head of the bed.

wrong!Not at all!Although the leader and leader's first encounter was rough and direct, there was no such thing as a rope to cut!The leader is gentle and decent, it is impossible to use love/fun props!

Leader, your character has collapsed.

Feng Ling was very saddened by this, but she readily accepted it.In order to refresh the plot, all sacrifices are worthwhile, as it should be!

Ye Fuyi suddenly picked up the quilt and covered him.

Feng Ling was stunned, and asked blankly: "What are you doing?"

"Sleep." Although Ye Fuyi answered it once before, Ye Fuyi answered it again patiently, and stretched out his hand to untie his acupoints, "Too long acupressure is not good for martial arts practitioners. If you are obedient, I will I won't tie you up with a rope."

Feng Ling blinked her eyes, and although she agreed with President Ye's statement, she was still a little unwilling: "Don't you want to do something?" For example, this seat.

Ye Fuyi flicked out the candle with his fingers, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

The leader, who is engaged in a pornographic movement in his heart, said that he could not sleep.

"When will you let me go back?" Feng Ling turned her head and asked the leader who was sleeping next to her.

Ye Fuyi didn't speak.

"I said I want to marry you, when will you pack your things and follow me to the Devil's Cult?" Feng Ling asked again.

Ye Fuyi took out a sachet from under the pillow and shook it in front of Feng Ling.

"It smells so good." Feng Ling took a deep breath and said, and then felt dizzy, and when he closed his eyes, Ye Fuyi's ears were finally quiet.

He turned sideways to face Feng Ling, looked at his face in the night, suddenly stretched out his hand to caress his face, and said softly: "Good night, Ling'er."

***

The sky was slightly bright, and after a rooster crowed, Feng Ling suddenly opened his eyes.The rope on his hands and feet has been untied, and there is no soreness after being tied up. On the contrary, he slept soundly because of this sleep, and his whole body feels refreshed a lot.

Gradually remembering what happened last night, Feng Ling's face suddenly changed, she got up abruptly, and said angrily: "Ye Fuyi, you bastard, dare to use drugs to obsess me!"

The leader who has the column of violent madness in the attributes of the character set decides to grab the leader and beat him up, regardless of the plot of his meow!After walking two steps, Feng Ling suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

The whole person is light and light, walking as if stepping on a cotton ball.

His inner strength is gone.

This kind of soft-legged shrimp is definitely not this seat.Feng Ling expressed that she could not accept this fact, and speculated that the culprit must be the cunning leader.

This time he didn't beat anyone up, just poisoned him to death!

He rushed out anxiously, and suddenly a smell of rice mixed with the smell of meat wafted from his nose.

The leader rubbed his stomach, as if he was hungry.His eyes fell on the table, where there was a bowl of steaming lean meat porridge, which looked very delicious, and the aroma that wafted out turned into a seductive goblin, hooking the leader's hungry stomach.

The leader decided to settle the score with the leader after eating a full stomach.

Just sitting down, a voice suddenly came from the door: "Are you awake? Wash first."

The leader turned his head and saw Ye Fuyi standing in the sky in fluttering white clothes, holding a basin of hot water in his hand, and a snow-white soft towel on his shoulders.

He walked in, put the hot water on the wooden shelf, turned to look at Feng Ling: "What are you doing there? Come and wash up."

Feng Ling got up and walked towards him, punching him with a fist: "Bastard, where's my internal strength?"

Ye Fuyi lightly held his fist, and smiled slightly: "Calm down."

"Calm down!" The leader gritted his teeth, "What did you do to me last night? I woke up limp and my internal energy was gone."

Ye Fuyi laughed softly, like a big bad wolf catching a wild rabbit, smiling cunningly and complacently: "It's really wronged, but I didn't do anything."

"Is it the sachet from yesterday?" Feng Ling seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up, "You tampered with the sachet, not only did you put drugs in it, but also drugs that restricted your internal strength."

Ye Fuyi looked at him.

Feng Ling murmured: "It must be like this, this seat is really too simple..."

Ye Fuyi smiled: "The medicine is indeed in the sachet, you came here to smell it yourself, I never forced you."

"Where's the antidote?" Feng Ling gave him a vicious look.

Ye Fuyi shrugged: "If you want to harm someone, why would you have the antidote on you?"

"I didn't expect that you, the majestic martial arts lord, would act so despicably. This is your den. How come there is no antidote?"

"If the antidote is used up, if you want to reconstitute it, not only will you have to prepare the medicinal materials, but it will also take a longer time. You also know that I am the leader of the martial arts, so naturally it is impossible to spend a lot of time on the trivial matter of preparing the antidote."

The trivial matter of making the antidote, hehe, hehehe, hehehe...

The leader felt that he had really fallen.

"However..." Ye Fuyi changed the subject, "If you can do something for me, let alone the antidote, even the position of the wife of the leader of the martial arts alliance is up to you."

The leader's attention was immediately transferred to the wife of the leader of the martial arts.

His eyes shone brightly like stars that were suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you telling the truth?"

"I am the leader of the martial arts alliance. How has the leader of the martial arts world ever lied to anyone?" Ye Fuyi looked into his eyes and said softly.

The leader thought joyfully, the plot has come back again, this seat is indeed the man who will be the leader of the martial arts.

He glanced at Ye Fuyi and said, "I promise you, tell me, what's the matter?"

"Wash first." Ye Fuyi handed him the soft towel.

Feng Ling took the soft towel.

After he finished washing, he found that Ye Fuyi was holding a claw comb and beckoning to him: "Come here, I'll tie your hair for you."

This seat has hands and feet.Feng Ling looked at him warily, like a little wild animal, with amazing sensitivity.

Ye Fuyi laughed, and said warmly: "Don't worry, I'm not a hunter."

The leader complained silently, of course you are not a hunter, you are at most a wolf with a tail.Instead of hiding its tail, it wags it arrogantly all day long.

However, Ruan Xiaomu has always done the hair-tying for him. Now that Ruan Xiaomu is not by his side, the leader found that he really doesn't seem to be very good at tying his hair.

He had no choice but to walk towards Ye Fuyi: "Comfort more chicly."

Ye Fuyi held his soft hair, lowered his eyebrows, and gently combed his hair, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Ling opened the drawer, and found a bronze mirror inside, took out the bronze mirror, leaned closer to take a closer look, the cinnabar mole on the corner of her eye was still there, and the color was very bright, she smiled in satisfaction, Put the bronze mirror back again.

After a while, Ye Fuyi tied up his hair, brought the bronze mirror to him, and said softly, "Are you satisfied after looking at it?"

Feng Ling's face was shocked, and her body froze.

Ye Fuyi was startled: "You don't feel well?"

Feng Ling murmured: "I seem to have seen this scene somewhere before, so familiar..."

"What do you remember?" Ye Fuyi asked in a deep voice with a serious face.

Feng Ling shook her head: "It seems that there is a layer of fog, I can't remember."

"Maybe I saw it in a dream." Ye Fuyi put down the bronze mirror, "Let's eat, the porridge is cold."

Feng Ling also stopped being obsessed with the fragments that flashed through her mind, got up and followed Ye Fuyi towards the table.

The temperature of the lean meat porridge is just right, the meat is finely chopped, the porridge is thick, soft and delicious.

Ye Fuyi reached out and took away the upside-down bowl. There were a few fried dough sticks and two buns on the plate below, and he took a bun for himself.

Feng Ling reached out for a deep-fried dough stick and asked Ye Fuyi, "Is there any sauce?"

Ye Fuyi shook his head.

"There are always pickled cucumbers, right?" Feng Ling took a bite of the fritters.

Ye Fuyi got up and went out, and after a while he saw him coming in with a plate of pickled cucumbers.

Feng Ling happily took a spoon to pick cucumber slices, but failed to pick them for a long time.Ye Fuyi pulled out a pair of chopsticks and put the cucumber slices into his bowl: "Eat it."

Feng Ling withdrew her hand resentfully.

After a while, he looked up again and asked, "Did you cook the lean meat porridge?"

Ye Fuyi nodded.

Feng Ling leaned over to smell it, Ye Fuyi was startled, and said, "Are you a dog? Sniffing here and there."

Feng Ling snorted: "You're lying, you don't smell like cooking stoves at all, and your clothes are as white as snow."

Ye Fuyi smiled: "I've changed my clothes."

"Come on, don't pretend anymore, even if you admit it, I promise that I will never despise you."

Ye Fuyi chuckled lightly: "If it's really made by me, it will definitely taste better than this bowl."

"Just brag, the majestic martial arts leader doesn't brag, and he doesn't feel ashamed to say it." Feng Ling seized the opportunity and laughed vigorously.

Ye Fuyi didn't mind either: "When you have a chance, I must try my handicraft."

***

After the two hurriedly finished their breakfast, Ye Fuyi threw Feng Ling a pure white robe.

Feng Ling twisted her white robe and squinted at Ye Fuyi: "There is a strong noble and glamorous aura..."

Ye Fuyi smiled: "Then how about asking the leader and my subordinates to be flamboyant for a while?"

"Okay, I will reluctantly agree to your request." Feng Ling began to pick up her clothes.

Ye Fuyi's complexion changed, and he pressed his hand.

Feng Ling looked at him innocently.

Ye Fuyi said: "Go and change behind the screen."

Morality or something, you still have to pick it up when the time is right.Ye Fuyi was afraid that he held back last night, but this morning he couldn't hold back and ate someone.

Feng Ling glanced at him, lowered her head and took off her clothes.

This seat will not listen to you, that will make this seat very worthless.

So Leader Ye turned around and went out by himself.