Young man, rich and easy to talk

The heat of the summer evening is caused by cicadas singing and the waves are higher than the waves, and the tired people can't breathe. Tang Wuming is lying on the bed, still wearing the dark night clothes, soaked in sweat for a long time. I did it once.

Qin Xi looked at him with his neck crooked and turned around, no matter how uncomfortable he was sitting, and didn't ask him how he felt, he got up silently and turned out of the room, waving to call Xiaoer.

If you don't escape now, when will you wait?

Seeing him go far away, Tang Wuming turned over and jumped off the bed, cursed secretly as soon as he touched the ground, his feet were as soft as stepping on cotton, he still gritted his teeth, and rubbed the things at hand towards the window.

Open the window, and there is a quiet alley outside, and the sky is almost dark, it is really the right time, place and people.

People from Wanshengtang in Qian Manmen's family wear specially-made strong clothes that hide all kinds of hidden weapons and equipment. Tang Wuming is no exception, and because of his weak martial arts, he has more complete equipment than others.

He untied a section of rope from his waist, and removed a seemingly decorative metal object from his back. After skillfully fiddled with it in several directions, the flat ornament with two clicks turned into a four-clawed hook.

With the hook tied to the rope and the window sill stuck, Tang Wuming admired his wit. This kind of iron claw is really used less than once in a hundred years. What does it mean to be prepared, this is a standard example of success.

Tang Wuming wrapped the rope around his waist twice, stepped out of the window sill with one leg, and leaned out with half of his body, proud of himself, wanting to keep Tang Wuming in captivity as soon as the bag is gone, hum.

It was only a short jump, and then Yangguan was alone, and the rivers and lakes disappeared.

He may not have other skills, but his escape skills are first-class...

Swish, swish, swish three times, Tang Wuming had just turned out of the window, and before he finished speaking, a few darts swept towards him, brushed his sleeve collar and nailed into the wall, before he could recover, a dart beside him The black thing suddenly hung down, and a short sharp dagger was pressed against his neck.

Tang Wuming hadn't seen clearly what was hanging down, and moved aside in shock, the blade of the hidden weapon rubbed against his side neck, wiping out a line of blood, and he took a "hissy" breath in pain.

"Go back, or I will hang you to the underworld like this." The black thing suddenly spoke, but it seemed to move with a hoarse voice.

It turned out to be a person, wrapped from head to toe into a piece of black charcoal, hanging upside down in front of Tang Wuming with his head upside down and his feet hooked to the eaves. Tang Wuming grabbed the rope with one hand and covered the wound made by the dart with the other.

He believed that this was Qin Xichao's subordinates, relying on the backing of Young Master Qin, so he said, "I won't go back, if you have the ability, you can kill me."

Heitan narrowed his eyes and didn't dare to make a move for a long time.

"Oh, you hate me that much?" Tang Wuming was still fighting with Heitan, when suddenly a deep sigh came from above his head. Ming wanted to cry.

Looking up, he saw First Young Master Qin with his sleeves rolled up by the window, looking down at him with his eyes downcast, with a smile and annoyance on his face, uncertain.

"Qin... Master Qin..." Tang Wuming called out with a smile.

Qin Xichao snatched the dagger from Heitan's hand, and held a beautiful saber flower in his palm. He showed Tang Wuming a charming smile, and the next moment he suddenly cut off the rope hanging him.

The man's smile in his eyes hadn't dissipated yet, Tang Wuming suddenly lightened out of nowhere, he was so scared that he couldn't even scream, he kicked his legs and fell down.Heitan hung on the eaves, looked at his master, and then at his surveillance target, not knowing whether to go down to rescue him or not.

The building is only more than two stories high, and the bottom is a thick bluestone slab. If it falls so straight, it is estimated that with Tang Wuming's rough body, he will definitely not die, but without internal strength to protect the body, a few arms and legs will be broken. It's not easy to say.

"Qin Xichao!" Tang Wuming clawed at the crack of the wall, trying to ease the tendency of falling,

Qin Xi grabbed the end of the rope when he heard the sound, and then lifted him up little by little until he could hear him clearly, and asked him with a smile, "How is it, does it feel good to go through the window? "

Tang Wuming roared angrily, "This is not called turning the window, this is called abuse! Didn't you say that you fell in love with me at first sight? That's how you treat the lover of your dreams?"

Qin Xichao shrugged, "The premise is that my sweetheart must give me a chance to get along. I can't stand thinking about running away all day long."

Tang Wuming was half-hanging out of the window, kicked his feet twice, "You, you pull me up and talk about it."

"Then are you still going to run?" Master Qin paused the rope in his hand, dropped the person down a few minutes before lifting him up, and then lifted him up after dropping a few points, having a great time playing.

Tang Wuming has been feeling this life-and-death juggling, and his little heart also followed suit. He was already complaining all kinds of things in his heart, and cast a few help-seeking looks at Brother Heitan who was hanging upside down under the eaves. As a result, Brother Heitan pretended not to see, and turned his head to look at the scenery.

There was really no other way, and another one fell, Tang Wuming almost wailed and begged for mercy, "Ah... no, don't dare!"

Qin Xichao was very satisfied, and smiled quietly and pulled the man up smoothly. When he approached the window, he reached out and grabbed the man by the collar, and carried him into the room like a rabbit.

Stepping on the ground, Tang Wuming's heart fell to the ground, and he raised his hand to chop the villain who played tricks on him, but because his body hadn't recovered from the original recovery, he was hung for a long time, his body couldn't control himself, Be careful not to fall on Qin Xichao.

Qin Xichao restrained his hand that was about to hit someone, wrapped his waist around his unbalanced body, dragged him a few steps into the room, and threw him onto the bed regardless of Tang Wuming's struggle.

The bed was very soft, and it shook Tang Wuming's back, his waist was sore and sore from the rope circle, and he couldn't sit up for a moment, seeing Qin Xichao pressing up like a black shadow, pulling him His girdle will tear off his clothes.

Tang Wuming's mind froze for a moment. He had done so many strange missions for so many years. He had never been to any place. Brothel Chu Pavilion, Nanjie Guan Lane, he went in and out with his face covered and his nose out, lying on the roofs of various houses all year round. It's not uncommon to see a live erotic palace.

If he doesn't know what Qin Xichao wants to do when he picks up his clothes, then he is a fool.

Isn't it his face that Qin Xichao likes? It's negotiable if you sell your smile, and you can think about it if you sell your body. He snatched his belt from his hand and pressed it against his shoulder to prevent him from moving.

When I got excited, even the words became fragmented, "Master, let's discuss it again, don't you like my face, let me show you whatever you want, let's forget about the body? It doesn't feel like it! And I often have scars on my body during missions, which also affects my appearance. It must not be as good as my face and your mind, can you keep your clothes off?"

Qin Xichao didn't stop laughing after listening to this series of confessions, and continued to follow his words, "That's not good, Qin said earlier that he wanted to slowly develop a relationship with you and you wanted to run away. You should be more direct to understand what I mean."

Tang Wuming's expressions were all kinds of ugly, "I understand, I understand everything, can I make it if I don't run away?"

Qin Xichao opened his wrists, one hand imprisoned his two scrambling claws, and he skillfully took off his clothes. The person under him was like a dehydrated fish, constantly flopping about. kick.

"Don't move, if you move again, I'll really fuck you." Qin Xichao ordered him.

"Ah?" Tang Wuming was taken aback, what is real, "Is this fake?"

Taking advantage of him in a daze, Qin Xichao tore off his hard-wearing coat a few times, and found a bunch of hidden weapons and equipment from the gaps in pockets, big and small, such as iron nails, darts, fire pockets, black thread, iron sand and small scissors. Even the hidden weapon shops don't think it's an exaggeration.

Even the slightly harder and stronger decorations on the outside of the clothes were removed, and they fell to the ground with a clatter.

After taking off the coat, Tang Wuming fully understood what he was doing, and hurriedly shouted, "It's gone, it's just me inside, there is no hidden weapon!"

Qin Xi looked at him half-believingly.

"Really, I won't lie to you!" Tang Wuming vowed.

Qin Xichao still touched it up and down, and he giggled non-stop while touching Tang Wuming's itchy flesh, his whole body was soft and there was no hard object before he really stopped.

Tang Wuming was so scratched that he burst into tears, "Say, say no more, now letter, letter?"

Qin Xi looked down at the things found at his feet, all of them were extremely sharp, and any one of them would be enough for him to drink a pot. He picked up a triangular sharp piece and asked Tang Wuming, "With so many weapons, why do you still use the method of jumping out of the window, just take advantage of me not paying attention, and just beat me to the ground?"

Tang Wuming caught his breath with a smile, slowly got up from the bed, and looked at his precious little treasury strewn all over the floor, his heart ached so badly, he stretched out his claws to get one or two back, but was caught The man hit the back of his hand.

"You think I want to?!" Tang Wuming covered the back of his hand, "I'm not...not..."

"What else?" Qin Xichao was curious.

"It's not me..." Suddenly remembering that he had just been cut with a small knife on his neck, Tang Wuming turned the back of his hand, the palm of his hand was red with sticky blood that was about to dry up, his breathing suddenly became a little short, and his eyes were a little dazed, " ...sick of blood"

After he finished speaking in a daze, he quickly clasped his hands behind his back and shook his head to make himself forget about seeing the blood.

The people who are full of money are actually dizzy with blood. Qin Xichao seemed to have discovered something funny, so he pulled out a piece of silk to cover his hands, looked sideways at the wound on his neck, and said with a smile, "Why do you get dizzy with blood? , Thanks to you being able to stay in Qianmanmen for so long."

I want you to manage!Tang Wuming secretly slandered.

There were two knocks on the door, and after a while, Xiao Er and a sturdy clerk from the inn brought in a large wooden barrel, placed it behind the screen, bowed to Qin Xi, and then backed out.

Miaomiao steam was steaming in the wooden bucket, Tang Wuming was picked up horizontally in the posture of lying on the bed looking at the hidden weapon, and walked towards the bucket.

"Wait, wait! What are you doing!" Tang Wuming struggled.

Qin Xichao put him on the stool outside the barrel, and wanted to take off his shirt, "Taking a shower, don't you think it stinks after two days of washing?"

Tang Wuming's body was itchy with sweat stains, he wanted to take a bath a long time ago, but he still held on to his belt, "You don't need it, you...you turn around, I'll wash it myself!"

Qin Xichao nodded, withdrew his hands, and stood behind the screen behind his head.Hearing the rustling of clothes inside, Tang Wuming's naked figure was printed on the screen. Master Qin's heart was not dead, and he stared at it for a long time. The round shoulders, the waist that can be seen all over, Xin's long figure was stirred by the sound of the water, and fell into the bucket.

Tang Wuming sank into the warm water with a comfortable temperature, let out a long and comfortable sigh, and leaned against the barrel wall to enjoy himself.

Qin Xichao waited outside the screen for a while, and at first she could hear the comfortable sighs and the movement of scooping up water, but then there was no sound at all, as if there was no one inside.

His eyes tightened, and he couldn't wait any longer, and went directly in.