The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

Zhao Nuanzhou spoke, and this man who was considered dumb spoke. Dongfang Bubai had already thought that he was pretending to be a fool. Naturally, he was not too surprised by this, but Li Mo was puzzled. solved.

Just now when Zhao Nuanzhou uttered his voice, he was just waking up from the daze, and he didn't realize this unusual point, but at this moment he only felt a burst of consternation in his heart, and said: "What about you, your thoughts are What, what are you trying to do by pretending to be dumb and staying by his side, Mr. Yan... maybe your name is fake too."

Zhao Nuanzhou showed a little impatience, loosened Li Mo's skirt, and laughed at himself, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, he won't mind."

Dongfang Bubai is changing, this is undeniable, even if I stand in front of him with my real identity, this person's icy complexion might not change much, let alone such a trivial thing as myself.

At first, he was afraid that Dongfang Bubai would recognize his voice, so he simply pretended to be dumb, but after he made up his mind to leave Dongfang Bubai with him, he thought this idea was extremely ridiculous and funny, he didn’t want to If you stay in front of the man without saying a word, if you continue like this, how will you be able to say some words.

How could he persuade Dongfang Bubai to leave with him, using those stupid thin papers?No matter how many words are turned into cold words, they will become stiff. Besides, Dongfang Bubai might not want to read them at all.

But he hoped that Dongfang Bubai could listen to him for a while, so he couldn't pretend anymore, unless he wanted to lose his wife who hadn't really gotten married again.

He must take him away, leave Qiyeji, leave Yishui Pavilion, if Dongfang Bubai is willing, he must be honest with him, tell him who he is, and then go back to Zhaojiabao hand in hand, but if he is not willing, I will accompany him to other places.

If Dongfang Bubai wants to practice, he will accompany him, he will definitely accompany him, anywhere is good, but first, they must stay away from the bloody storm.Zhao Nuanzhou doesn't want the Gu Loulin incident to happen again last time, who knows what kind of trouble the Yishui Pavilion change will bring. Moreover, this time, the Masked City Lord and Murong Chengshuang seem to have an ambiguous relationship with this incident. However, if this feast is actually a combination of three people who want to play tricks, then how can Dongfang Invincible enjoy it and afford it?

Although it was just a guess, Zhao Nuanzhou was already terrified. He was never afraid of danger, and he suffered a lot of injuries, but he was terrified by what Dongfang Bubai wanted to do.

Before he knew it, this person already had a place in his heart that he couldn't let go of.

He knew that it was impossible for Dongfang Bubai to agree to return to Zhaojiabao, but he wanted to take him away, so right now, he had to speak.

It is true that Zhao Buhuan has a drug that can change people's voice, but this drug is [-]% toxic and incompatible with Zhao Nuanzhou's body, so it is very prone to allergies and heart palpitations, so Zhao Nuanzhou preferred to pretend to be dumb at first. Do not want to take this medicine.

However, since he has made up his mind, he will definitely do it.

Therefore, before breaking through the door, he swallowed the miracle medicine that he carried with him, completely changing his original voice, that pleasant deep male voice turned into a husky hoarse with rusty iron. He recognized him when he spoke suddenly.

However, since he opened his mouth, Dongfang Bubai knew that he had deceived him, and doubts must have arisen in his heart, and he probably disliked himself even more.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he will make Dongfang Bubai change his mind anyway.

Li Mo looked at the man who had been thinking for a while, straightened his scruffy collar with disdain, tried his best to look strong in front of this man, raised his head and said: "It's useless if you think about it, he won't like you, I don't allow it."

Although this man is so strong in martial arts and looks handsome, Li Mo vowed that he would do everything possible to prevent that kind of thing from happening.

Every time, every time he saw Dongfang Bubai standing with this Yan Jun, he would lament his own weakness and the injustice of his fate, but now he suddenly realized that he had no chance.

After all, this time Dongfang Bubai gave the Gu worm to himself instead of Yan Jun, which shows that he still can't trust this man.

But he is different, Li Mo is devoted to Dongfang Bubai wholeheartedly, even if he is asked to die for Dongfang Bubai now, he is still happy, this is his bargaining chip, he bets that Yan Jun will never be able to do his own infatuation, No matter what the real purpose of this person approaching Dongfang Unbeaten is.

Zhao Nuanzhou frowned after hearing the words of the young man who was just above his shoulders, and repeated, "Not allowed?"

His current husky voice was even more unpleasant in moments of sullenness.

Li Mo suddenly felt a wave of panic in his heart. He only felt the anger of the man next to him, and his back felt chills, but he still raised his head and said excitedly: "I've been with him for so long, why do you get in between us?" , I won't allow it!"

"He is my life, so why do you..." He could continue talking, but was stopped by Zhao Nuanzhou.

The man looked at him, earnestly said every word, "Is it enough for me to be his man?"

Li Mo's face turned pale again.

In Yishuige Buddha Hall, a middle-aged man dressed in silver fox fur sat on an armchair at one side, quietly watching the three sticks of incense in the incense altar on the Buddhist table burn until they were ashes.

Surrounded by silence and no human presence, Zhu Mingsen just watched the three incense sticks burn until the last moment.

Then, the only light was swallowed by darkness.

He unhurriedly took out an incense stick from his side, lit it with luck, and then, with a slight movement of his palm, the incense flew out with a whistling sound, like a sharp arrow dragging a bow, piercing the air and making a swishing sound, Before the naked eye realized it, it flew over a row of wax stands beside the Buddhist altar.

Then, dozens of candles were lit, brightly reflecting Zhu Mingsen's somewhat vicissitudes of face.

He wasn't smiling, but his expression gave the impression that he was, perhaps due to the habit of turning up the corners of his mouth.

"Pavilion Master." A voice came from outside the door, and asked respectfully, "Pavilion Master, do you want to open and read the letter from Murong Village Master?"

Zhu Mingsen coughed, narrowed his eyes and said, "The bloody clothes are in pairs, take them apart for me, read them carefully."

There seemed to be hesitation outside the door, and then there was a kneeling voice, "This, my subordinates dare not, Pavilion Master."

Zhu Mingsen said leisurely: "It's okay, come in and read it to me."

Then, after another moment of hesitation, the door was pushed open, and a man walked in, opened the letter in his hand, and began to read.

Not long after, Zhu Mingsen waved his hand to signal Mo Nian to go on.

"It's all about nothing." He mocked, "Who knows what Murong is thinking?"

Although the words in the letter were full of politeness, he knew that he had directly guessed what Murong Chengshuang meant.

"Want my head?" At that time, Murong Chengshuang was standing in front of him, and said with a smile, "Who is so bold? Do you want to recruit this person under the sect?"

"Why don't you just give it to me." He said with a smile, his brows and eyes were full of slyness, "The pavilion master played my people to death, so why don't you use the pavilion master's people to compensate me now, how about it?"

At that time, Zhu Mingsen's answer was: "The person I want to invite is a Bodhisattva, no matter, Murong."

"And, that's not mine, not now."

To this, Murong Chengshuang's reaction was that his face remained respectful, but in his heart he was teasing in every possible way, laughing that this person believed in evil spirits.

Everyone knows that Zhu Mingsen does not believe in Buddhism.

No one knows who he can trust.

Right now, Zhu Mingsen dismissed the man who read the letter, sat quietly and closed his eyes in front of dozens of candles and Buddha statues with compassionate eyes.

The night at the inn is still quiet, and tomorrow is the birthday of the masked city lord, but it is so peaceful at this moment, which makes people panic.

Dongfang Bubai lay cross-legged on the bed, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and after feeling the hot air around his body, his eyelids moved slightly, and he exhaled a foul breath.

No.

He frowned, only feeling that there was an invisible force shackling him, and he was still unable to break through this terrible second layer.

Worse than that, however, was the heat that followed.

Yes, hot and dry, not for the first time.

He is too familiar with this feeling. Between the bed and the neck, the longing that arises from the bottom of my heart, let's call it desire.

He had to expel this kind of thing, otherwise, he didn't know if something would happen to him due to excess yang energy and heat.

He tried to relieve it with the front, but the effect was very little, and it can even be said that he did not have any sense of venting.

At this time, he realized that the method of transforming yin actually had a bonus effect, for example, inadvertently alienating his body.

Although he did not harm himself like in his previous life, he still felt a familiar mutation.

His skin seems to be smoother, but that's not the point, what is hateful is the itching inside, this unspeakable feeling makes him resentful and helpless.

If he wanted to vent his anger, there was only one way for him at the moment, at least for now.

He sat still for a while, then opened his eyes.

The moonlight is bleak, not a pleasant sight.

Dongfang Bubai got up and put on his clothes and got out of bed, came to the table, stared at the wooden box for a while, feeling various feelings in his heart.

No man is born willing to be a subordinate. If he has to use that embarrassing method to purify his fire and practice, he would rather choose a fake thing than lie under someone's body and make a living.

In his past and present lives, he has lived with two people, one is a fickle lover, and the other is also a fickle lover.

And now he himself has become a fickle lover.

A pair of soft jade-like hands touched the wooden box, gently opened the delicate lock, and then, a pair of snow-white delicate objects appeared in front of my eyes.

Things are very delicate, even the veins are carved clearly.

Dongfang Bubai frowned as he looked at this thing.