Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

The faces of the three dandies all changed.

These people looked as if they were bound to be a little bit jealous of Sikong Yue, and when they found out that Sikong Yue was coming, even their sluggish spines straightened.

"Cousin, cousin." Lu Yinzhao's vocal cords froze with fright, he laughed dryly, and pretended to be relaxed, "Cousin, we have been looking for you for a long time, so you are here, so it is easy for us to find."

When Sikong Yue looked expressionless, he looked extremely cold, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be flying with cold frost and snow: "Oh, those who came to look for me, how could they talk to our little Bodhisattva?"

"I didn't say that, brother Sikong, you are being unkind." The Jia San ruffian laughed, pushed away the fans behind them and shook the fans in their hands, "There is such a little beauty hidden in the house, no wonder you don't come out to drink gone."

The muscles on Sikong Yue's cheeks tightened. He glanced at Jiang Chi on the small boat, and said with a smirk: "What nonsense are you talking about? Jia San, have you drunk too much? There are not enough women in Rouge Lane for you to play with." Is it?"

I seem to have heard something incredible.

Jiang Chi hid in a pile of lotus flowers, listening to the romantic affairs in the pile of warm and fragrant nephrite with his ears pricked up and his eyes piercing.

The little white fox in the sea of ​​consciousness exchanged his points for a bag of melon seeds and listened to the quarrel with the system with relish.

By the way, didn't these three people say they came to find him?Why did it become looking for Sikong Yue again?

The little fox couldn't understand the complicated twists and turns of human beings, moved its furry pointed ears and opened a pair of blue eyes like glass beads to watch curiously the undercurrent among several people.

"That's the way to go, Brother Sikong." Behind Jia San is the Fuguo General's Mansion, which can be regarded as the top of the gang, although he is afraid of Sikong Yue, he will not be as soft as Lu Er It's too bad to even have an excuse.

"Hiding such a treasure, and not even letting us see it, it's too stingy."

Sikong Yue easily grasped the fan bone that was patted towards her with two fingers, and with a little force, Jia Yun's face on the opposite side changed.

This Sikong Yue didn't know what kind of monster it was, it seemed that a sticky and slender spider thread came from between his fingers and entangled his fan bones, and he couldn't even move his arms, as if stuck by the strange true energy, the whole The arms became sore and numb, as if even the bones were about to be broken inch by inch.

"Let go, let go." Jia San's pale face turned red, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "If you touch me, my father will not let you go."

In the end, he was nothing but a waste who was doing evil under the shadow of his father. Without his parents, he was just a soft bone.

"Tch" Sikong Yue let go of Jia San's fingers with a sneer, "It's getting dark, you'd better go home quickly, be careful of your parents, you have to worry."

Jia San was ridiculed so that his face turned blue and white, and he closed his fan fiercely: "Let's go!"

"Cousin, don't mind, we really came to look for you, and we absolutely did not do anything beyond the bounds of the little Bodhisattva." Before leaving, Lu Er greeted Sikong Yue with a cheeky smile.

Sikong Yue sneered: "If you really did something, your ten lives are not enough to pay for it."

After chasing away everyone who was in the way, he finally walked slowly to the edge of the pool and stood beside Jiang Chi's shoes and socks.

"Are you fascinated by it? If you don't come out, you'll catch a cold." He obviously just spoke slowly, even with a casual smile on his face, but the residual sound made the little beauty hiding in the lotus pond tremble.

There were layers of ripples in the clear and shallow pool, and the beautiful young man in white gauze paddled a boat to slowly separate the layers of lotus leaves, and slid in front of Sikong Yue.

It just so happened that the night wind was blowing, and the light lotus fragrance was intertwined with the secret and seductive fragrance of the young man. Under the dim light, the young man's porcelain-white cheeks seemed to be made of snow, and his slightly parted lips were full of seductive colors. , like a beautiful camellia blooming on the lips.

The boy didn't wear shoes, and his snow-colored bare feet were made whiter by the black boat, like a white jade sculpture in the hands of a famous craftsman. His peach-pink toes curled up unconsciously because of the cold, and the soles of his feet were thin and irritating. Lovely.

A color that is too innocent, on the contrary, arouses unbearable and dirty desires in people's hearts.

Jiang Chi had just had an awkward fight with him not long ago, so he rowed sullenly in front of Sikong Yue, but he didn't want to look him in the eye.

"I don't even wear shoes and socks, and I will make trouble when I catch a cold." Sikong Yue is obviously only a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, but his tone is quite mature, frowning, he wants to pull the young man up from the boat.

Jiang Chi hugged his knees and retracted his calf wearily.

The golden bell worn on the right ankle made small crackling sounds with the young man's movements, and even the young man in white gauze in the lotus pond seemed to be a ghost that had transformed into a beautiful human figure.

This little Bodhisattva's eyebrows and eyes were like ink paintings, and he gave a gorgeous glance with thick ink and color, and the movement of his eyes broke his heart.

It's not like a little fairy who is not stained with dust, but more like a goblin who brings disaster to the country and the people.

Sikong Yue paused when she was about to bend over to caress him: "Why are you losing your temper again?"

Jiang Chi pursed his mouth, even when he lost his temper, he was sticky: "I'm angry with you, don't talk to me, I'll put on the shoes myself."

Sikong Yue pursed her lips: "Don't listen to Jia San's nonsense, I went to Hualou, I didn't do that kind of thing."

Jiang Chi flew his ears, serious, hey, man, I can understand, no need to explain.

However, his mouth was faster than his brain, and he blurted out: "That's none of my business."

Sikong Yue's face froze, she nodded sullenly, "Really?"

Then he took a casual step forward in front of Jiang Chi, and Jiang Chi's shoes and socks on the bank fell into the cold lake with a plop.

Jiang Chi opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and the irises were inevitably covered with a layer of bright water color.

Is this something normal people can do!

Such a narrow-minded stinky man.

I said I don't mind!

Now there are only two options left, either walk back barefoot, or be carried back by Sikong Yue.

This road is paved with cobblestones, if you walk all the way, with Jiang Chi's delicate body, he can only collapse on the bed and be a waste tomorrow morning.

The boy had no choice but to board the pirate ship in a grievance.

He was hugged with outstretched arms.

Sikong Yue's face was full of pride, holding a paper-like little beauty in her arms, her crow-black hair was blown by the night wind, that little face that looked like a spring flower was nervously hidden in the boy's chest, her face was full of tears. It's shy pink.

Even the most blooming lotus in the pool is not half as beautiful as the person in front of me.

Sikong Yue resisted the urge to place a kiss on that pink cheek, and pursed her lips: "You still won't forgive me?"

Jiang Chi shook his calves hanging in Sikong Yue's arms, and the golden bells on his ankles were rustling in response to the cool evening wind: "I will not forgive you unless..."

"Unless you want to take me out to play."

Sikong Yue's ponytail and the boy's hair were almost intertwined, rolling with a lingering and charming meaning.

"I didn't intentionally keep you in check." No matter how old she was, she still had a youthful heart, Sikong Yue hugged the thin young man in her arms tightly, with a bit of grievance that couldn't be concealed, "It's just that it's too dangerous outside, I don't want to You are hurt."

The little Bodhisattva looked innocent: "Why did you get hurt?"

He squinted his eyes, the curve of his lips was unknowingly bright, and he smiled triumphantly and slyly: "There are many people out there who like me."

Sikong Yue sullenly pulled him into her arms again, forcing the little Bodhisattva to hit his shoulder with her fist unbearably.

Sikong Yue was so obsessive, as if she couldn't get enough of the little kid who was rolling around: "Little Guanyin, you are so merciful to others, why can't you take pity on me?"

"I like you too."

……

The Sikong Mansion in the middle of the night seemed like a huge and terrifying monster sleeping in the night.

When everyone was soundly asleep, there were still two flickering lamps burning in the study.

Two elongated figures are faintly imprinted on the paper window like ghosts.

"Ah Yue, you have been going to Qingxin Pavilion recently." The person who spoke was Sikong Tu, the current Taiwei, who was obviously 40 years old, but he was as handsome as before. Compared with Sikong Yue, his eyebrows looked more sinister and rich scheming.

The figure is as straight as a sharp sword ready to come out at any time.

Sikong Yue lowered her eyes and looked at the flickering candles on the desk: "It's okay anyway, it's also good to go and chant scriptures with the little Bodhisattva."

He lazily raised the corners of his lips: "Anyway, you don't always dislike me for being too hostile, and now you have learned to calm down with the little Bodhisattva, and you will be unhappy."

"Cultivating the mind and character is naturally good." Sikong Tu held on to a top-quality Langhao ink pen in his hand and sketched a pine crane with fluttering wings on the spread paper, "It's just that if you have any thoughts that you shouldn't have ..."

"It is inevitable that many troubles will be added in vain."

Compared with this kind of old fox steeped in officialdom, Sikong Yue is still too ignorant, she suddenly raised her face and said with a sneer: "I have my own sense of propriety, so don't bother father."

"You have been a child that no one needs to worry about since you were young, otherwise I would not have gone to that rural area to bring you back." Sikong Tu continued to paint the picture of the table case without changing his expression. Of course.

"Just for the sake of my father, I still hope that you will have self-knowledge."

"That little Bodhisattva is not something you can move."

Sikong Yue said coldly: "Then what if the person in the palace didn't like him?"

The tip of the ink pen points Songhe's eyes on the paper: "Even if you don't like it, it's not your turn."

Sikong Yue gritted her teeth, and her eyes were stained with scarlet: "Why? He is a person, not something that can be sent back and forth. If you want to curry favor with that person, why don't you send yourself there!"

"Speaking rudely, is that what I taught you?"

Sikong Tu lowered his eyes and didn't get angry at Sikong Yue's words: "I underestimated that little Bodhisattva to be able to ask you to be so protective, and it proves that the person selected this time is good."

"Go to the Shantang to receive the punishment, the son of a kabuki, but he won't be able to stand on stage."

Anyway, he will be punished, and Sikong Yue is not short of contradicting with a few sentences: "If you are not shameless, where did the son of a kabuki come from to discredit the Sikong family? I!"

"Your heart is really getting wilder."

"Ah Yue, as the son of my Sikong Tu, the most important thing I want to teach you today is, never expose your weaknesses clearly in front of others."

"Especially if that person is your father."

Sikong Yue's face changed: "How dare you touch him."

"You can try."

Sikong Tu put away his pen, the song and crane on the rice paper were clearly a ferocious eagle flapping its wings to hunt.