The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

On the soft couch.

Wu Zhi took off his shirt, exposing his upper body.

The skin on his back was firm and firm, and under the candlelight, his wheat-colored complexion had a honey-like luster.And the line of his waist is even more smooth and resolute, and the narrow waistline is neatly drawn down, hidden in the bottom seam of his trousers.

Fu Zhenhong's eyes fell on the scars of different shades on Wu Zhi's back, and then picked up the handkerchief to clean it up for him.

Although they were cleaning the wound, neither Fu Zhenhong nor Wu Zhi spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a little silent.

Fu Zhenhong cleaned up the wound neither fast nor slow. During this process, he could clearly feel that Wu Zhi's body was always a little tense. He didn't need to look at Fu Zhenhong to know that Wu Zhi's hand in front must be Clenched into a fist.

Fu Zhenhong can also understand, after all, no one can truly relax if they hand over their backs to a person who poisoned him in the previous life.

In about half a quarter of an hour, Fu Zhenhong cleaned up the wound on Wu Zhi's back, "Okay." When Fu Zhenhong said these two words, Wu Zhi's mood was obviously relaxed.

Obviously the time is not long, but Wu Zhi has an illusion as if it has been a long time.When Pan Jinlian's eyes fell on his back, he felt as if he was being burned.

Wherever the other party's line of sight moves, the fire will burn there.

Fortunately, it's over.

Wu Zhi suppressed the emotion in his eyes, and picked up the jacket beside him.

However, just when Wu Zhi was about to get up and put on his clothes, Fu Zhenhong suddenly reached out and put both hands on Wu Zhi's shoulders.

The moment Fu Zhenhong's cool palm touched Wu Zhi's skin, his body froze slightly.Fu Zhenhong leaned forward, put her chin lightly on Wu Zhi's shoulder, and just stuck to Wu Zhi's body from behind.

Wu Zhi's jawline tensed instantly, but he didn't move, and didn't make a sound, but let Fu Zhenhong's actions go, a dark light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Seeing that Wu Zhi was not far away, Fu Zhenhong's hand attached to Wu Zhi's arm slowly descended, and her delicate and round fingertips came to Wu Zhi's waist like a snake letter.

He held Wu Zhi's waist from behind, and the cool body temperature passed to Wu Zhi's body.

Wu Zhi lowered his eyes, looking at the hands clasped on his waist and abdomen, the emotion in his eyes was obscure.

At this moment, Wu Zhi had an illusion in his mind, as if he had turned into a tree, and the man behind him had become the vine tightly entwined on the tree.

Obviously Pan Jinlian's body temperature was a bit cold, but Wu Zhi felt as if his back had touched a stove.

A heat | intended to ferment, ran from his back along his spine all the way, and finally poured into his throat, making his throat | thirsty inexplicably.

Wu Zhi doesn't like the feeling of being out of control under the inducement of the other party, but he is paradoxically indulging in this sensory experience that makes his emotions gradually become excited|excited.

Wu Zhi's lips were tightly closed into a straight line.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"...Pan Jinlian..." In the end, it was Wu Zhi who broke the silence first and opened his mouth.

He read Fu Zhenhong's name, his voice was deeper and hoarse than usual, every sound seemed to roll out of his throat slowly.

Fu Zhenhong turned her face to the side, facing Wu Zhi: "Huh?"

The hot air he exhaled sprayed onto the side of Wu Zhi's neck, and the itchiness brought made Wu Zhi's eyes dark again.

With this posture, Fu Zhenhong whispered in Wu Zhi's ear: "Wu Zhi, you have so many little secrets."

Wu Zhi paused, and then said: "You are also very different from what I thought."

"So we're evenly matched."

At the end of this, Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly again, and the hot air flowing from between his lips and teeth lingered around Wu Zhi's neck again.

Wu Zhi's breathing became a little heavier, his eyes were calm, and he tried to make his voice calm: "You let go first."

"Okay." Fu Zhenhong let go of her hand as she said.

It simply made Wu Zhi stunned for a moment.

However, in the next second, Fu Zhenhong kissed Wu Zhi's back of the neck lightly, just like he kissed Wu Zhi's chin in the cubicle, and it was instant.

The back of the neck is a very fragile and sensitive part.

When Fu Zhenhong's soft and warm lips fell on the skin of the back of Wu Zhi's neck, the feeling it brought was deeper and more ambiguous than kissing his chin.

Wu Zhi's body trembled slightly, he immediately stood up and looked back at Fu Zhenhong.

As the instigator, after meeting Wu Zhi's gaze, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes lightly, and smiled casually and recklessly.

He did it on purpose.

To tease him on purpose.

After realizing this, Wu Zhi was not as angry as he imagined.

He couldn't understand Pan Jinlian.

Or to be more precise, he couldn't understand the man in front of him.

This man is alluring all the time, like a demon flower that seduces people's hearts and souls.After a while, she was extremely indifferent again, as if she had never paid attention to him.

He made him a little unpredictable.Wu Zhi didn't know if this was Pan Jinlian's trick or what, but he was sure of one thing, that is, this man really acted recklessly.

But the more Pan Jinlian is like this, the more interesting it is, isn't it?

If he faced Pan Jinlian from the previous life, Wu Zhi felt that all this would become boring instead.

At first, Wu Zhi only wanted to let him die "naturally" as soon as possible after confirming the man's identity.But now Wu Zhi discovered that he and Pan Jinlian should be... the future is long.

…………

This night, Fu Zhenhong was still sleeping on the inside.

But Wu Zhi didn't sleep at the outside position.He took a quilt and slept on the soft couch. Only in this way, he could relax his vigilance a little and go to rest, instead of maintaining the highest alert all the time because of the people around him.

On the second day, before the sky turned white, Wu Zhi got up.

He quickly made the sesame seed cakes, and then rolled out the sesame seed cakes.

The number of biscuits he made today was nearly half that of yesterday.And in the future, he will reduce some every day.

In the past at this time, because it was still very early, there were very few people who came to buy his biscuits.But today, just as Wu Zhi pushed out the biscuit stand, several people surrounded him.

These people all looked very young, and one of the tallest men was the first to speak: "Buy two biscuits." After speaking, the man looked around Wu Zhi, and then behind him, pretending to be casual He asked, "Why don't you see your husband?"

Wu Zhi took a look at the tall man, took his money with one hand and handed the biscuits to him with the other: "He is still resting."

And Fu Zhenhong was indeed sleeping at the moment.

It's just past [-] o'clock, so Fu Zhenhong naturally wouldn't get up so early.Yesterday was an exception because I went shopping for clothes.

When the young men standing in front of the sesame seed stall heard Wu Zhi's answer, a bit of regret suddenly appeared on their faces.It's not that they haven't seen Pan Jinlian before, but yesterday afternoon, when they heard that Pan Jinlian married Wu Zhi, it was as if she had changed her personality. feel.

A few of them didn't believe this rhetoric, so they thought about taking a look today.

In the end, even Pan Jinlian was nowhere to be seen.

After the few people dispersed, the tall man glanced at the biscuits in his hand, yawned again, and muttered, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gotten up so early."

The man next to him echoed, "That's right, I'm so sleepy, I'd better go back and get some sleep."

"Hey, we really have nothing to do! We were so busy in the early morning, otherwise how could we be so boring."

Zhou Yu and Xie Lingge, who were standing diagonally across the street from the sesame seed stall, looked at each other silently while listening to these people's complaints.

Zhou Yu's lips moved slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Xie Linge stepped forward and said, "I know you want to say that I, who woke up early on purpose, look a bit stupid like these people."

Zhou Yu said, "It's good that you know."

Even though he said so, Zhou Yu felt that when Xie Lingge came, he got up and came here with him, it seemed that he was not much better.

This kind of boring and meaningless thing doesn't seem like something he would do.

Xie Linge didn't know what Zhou Yu was thinking, and at this moment he was still feeling a little bit lost: "I just want to talk to him again."

Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows: "And then buy all the biscuits?" He deliberately emphasized the word "all".

Xie Linge's body froze, and he gave a dry laugh, "Just say, can you stop talking about this?"

Zhou Yu glanced at the biscuit stall across the street, and after a moment's gaze rested on the masked man, he said to Xie Linge, "Let's go, go back to the inn."

And after Zhou Yu and Xie Lingge turned and left, Wu Zhi, who was cleaning up the biscuit stall, raised his eyes to see the back of them leaving, and a cold light fell deep in the bottom of his eyes.

…………

When Fu Zhenhong woke up, it was already close to Si time.

He went downstairs, washed up, and looked at the breakfast on the wooden table—a plate of glutinous rice cakes.

Fu Zhenhong stared at the glutinous rice cake for several seconds, it seemed that he needed to earn some spare money, and then put the matter of hiring a servant on the agenda.Although the glutinous rice cake tastes good, if Wu Zhi goes out every day and leaves for a whole day, then Fu Zhenhong doesn't plan to eat this every day.

After breakfast, Fu Zhenhong poured herself a cup of hot tea.

Just like yesterday, he sat at the wooden table and read a book.

But this time, he had just turned a page in this book when there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the house.

Soon, the footsteps stopped at the door.

Then there was a knock on the door and a young man's shout——

"A-Lian, A-Lian, please open the door, I am San Ling."

[Weak chicken system: San Ling?Who?Shouting is too nasty! ]

Fu Zhenhong put down the book: [Son of Zhang Yuanwai——Zhang Yuezhou]

[Weak Chicken System: Oh, yes!Zhang Yuezhou, whose name is Sanling. ]: