The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

"Wu Zhi?"

This voice is very pleasant, clear and lingling, like an orchid in an empty valley.

But at this moment, not only was Wu Song not in the mood to appreciate the pleasant voice, but he also became agitated because of the familiar voice.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the door. Behind the visitor was the silvery white moonlight. The man was placed in the junction of halo and darkness. His tall and thin figure was like a strong bamboo in the wind, revealing There is a kind of cold and hazy youth.

And that flamboyant red dress is as bright as a begonia.

The fox mask adds a sense of mystery and coquettishness to his whole person.

Cold and gorgeous.

Contradictory yet consistent.

Pan Jinlian...

Wu Song read the name in his heart, but gradually frowned.

Why did Pan Jinlian come at this time?

The person he least wants to see now, and the last person he should not see, is this nominal sister-in-law Pan Jinlian.

And for some reason, compared with his clear thinking, Wu Song found that the enthusiasm in his body surged even more violently because of Pan Jinlian's appearance.

He was in the dark, watching his nominal sister-in-law walking towards him step by step.

Seeing the other party getting closer, Wu Song wanted to speak, but suddenly found that his throat was extremely dry!It was like being burned by a flame, and it was impossible to pronounce a complete word sound for the time being.

It must be the misty fragrance from the beginning!

Wu Song immediately thought of the fragrance still wafting in the air, and his complexion instantly became gloomy and frightening.

At this time, he heard Pan Jinlian's voice again, and the other party called his elder brother's name: "Wu Zhi?"

There was a little hesitation in this voice, it seemed that he was a little uncertain because he was in a dark place and the other party couldn't see the specific appearance clearly.

Wu Song thought of the mask on his face, and the difference in size made him realize that the tiger mask he was originally wearing should have been replaced by the two people who combined to knock him out.

This is undoubtedly a conspiracy.

Mixiang, the replaced mask, unable to make a sound, and... Pan Jinlian who shouldn't be here.

Connecting all these things together, the purpose of the person behind it is clearly revealed!

The other party wanted to plot against him, plotting against him to commit adultery with Pan Jinlian's uncle and sister-in-law!

Wu Song's heart trembled suddenly!

He came here because he heard that his eldest brother was arrested.

I think Pan Jinlian came here because of her elder brother.

And his height and body shape are almost the same as that of his elder brother. In the dim light, if you don't look carefully, the dark blue emblem on his body is very similar to the dark purple emblem that your elder brother is wearing tonight.

There is no doubt that the people behind the scenes wanted Pan Jinlian to mistake him for the elder brother.

Thinking of this, Wu Song clenched his back molars, and curled and clenched his fingertips forcefully.He tried his best to stand up, trying to distance himself from Pan Jinlian. However, just after he stood up, Pan Jinlian had already walked to his side before he moved his footsteps.

The other party grasped his wrist, "Wu Zhi?"

Wu Song's body trembled violently, and his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he quickly shook off Pan Jinlian's hand.Even because of too much force, his body was very unstable and he staggered two steps back.

But soon, he was supported by the other party again: "Wu Zhi, your body is so hot, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Song couldn't speak, so he could only break free again, refusing to have any physical contact with Pan Jinlian.

Smelling the fragrance of Pan Jinlian's body, the heat in Wu Song's body surged like waves.Because of his patience, fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and his throat became more thirsty and scorching.

At this moment, Wu Song, who was struggling with the enthusiasm in his body, was very fortunate that his hands were still tied up with ropes, otherwise he really couldn't guarantee 100% whether he could control himself at this time and not go Hug the man in front of you.

And the man was still calling his elder brother's name to him, asking him what's wrong: "Wu Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Song's jaw line was tense, and while he was inexplicably annoyed, his brows were also furrowed deeper.The details of the corners of the eyes and the brows all speak of a kind of patience, but unfortunately, in this dark environment, Pan Jinlian did not see it.

In order to stay awake, and to prevent things from becoming more and more out of control, Wu Song didn't care so much, and directly bit his lip with his teeth.

Now, the pain on his lips made Wu Song regain his clarity temporarily.

That is to say, in this short gap, Wu Song immediately came to the Gongtai side at the fastest speed, swept the burning incense burner to the ground with his arms, and crushed it with his feet.

After the last spark was extinguished, Wu Song slumped down with his back leaning against the old wooden plank of the Gongtai, panting heavily, the heat from his body rushing to his limbs and bones, making his breath even more low and short .

As long as some more time passes and patience, the heat in the body will slowly dissipate.

Wu Song said to himself in his heart.

And at this time, Pan Jinlian, who mistook him for her eldest brother, seemed to have finally discovered something was wrong.When Wu Song heard the other party speak again, the tone of calling out the name of the elder brother also carried the initial hesitation: "Wu Zhi?"

Wu Song raised his heavy eyelids with some difficulty, thinking in his heart that it will be a while, just a while.As long as he regained some strength, he would immediately stand up and leave here, or go to a place with bright light, so that Pan Jinlian, who was calling her big brother's name, could recognize who he was!

He wanted the other party to open their eyes and take a good look. He was not his elder brother Wu Zhi, not his official, but Wu Song.

[Xiaohong, I think Erlang must be irritable and depressed now. ]

[Maybe. ]

After Fu Zhenhong returned to the weak chicken system, his attention was refocused on Wu Song.He stepped forward again, and after noticing Wu Song's body stiffened by tension, Fu Zhenhong squatted down.

He didn't make any movements, but just looked at Wu Song in the dim light.

Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Wu Song subconsciously held his breath.The other party's gaze on him made Wu Song feel a burning sensation as if being burned by a blazing flame.

Now, the temperature of his body, which had finally slowed down, rose again.At the same time, the sweat on his forehead also wet his hair, and some strands stuck to the sides, sticking to the replaced fox mask.

His body was shrouded in the opponent's shadow, and the air around him was lingering with the fragrance of the opponent's body.Obviously this smell is not very strong, but it is full of presence, and it keeps getting into the tip of his nose, making it impossible for him to ignore it.

Wu Song cursed secretly in his heart.

Obviously, the smoke in the incense burner had been crushed by him, so logically his thoughts would not be affected any more, but at this moment, just because of Pan Jinlian, he couldn't stay fully awake.

The fragrance on the opponent's body was like a hand, caressing his heart invisible.

Wu Song's lips moved, trying to speak: "You..."

Fortunately, this time, as the initial fragrance faded away, he was finally able to pronounce the complete pronunciation.Wu Song's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he spoke again very eagerly: "...I...not...Wu...Zhi..."

He was in a hurry, but he spoke very slowly because his voice had not fully recovered. His voice was very deep, and each word seemed to slowly roll out of his throat, extremely hoarse.

When these words were uttered, Wu Song was relieved.

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong raised her hand, ready to take off the mask on Wu Song's face.

And when Fu Zhenhong's slightly cold fingertips touched Wu Song's burning eartips because of the string of the mask, Wu Song's body trembled suddenly, and his bound hands clenched tightly again.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if trying to calm down, he didn't open them again until the mask was removed.

Fu Zhenhong called out his name: "Wu Song."

In the next sentence, he said, "Why are you here? Where's your elder brother?"

The voice was obviously more indifferent than before.

Wu Song pursed his lips and replied, "I don't know..."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "I don't know?"

Wu Song lowered his eyes, hummed, and finally, after thinking for a while, he told the ins and outs of what happened to him.

After hearing this, Fu Zhenhong said in a neutral tone, "Aren't you pretty good at fighting? Why did you get caught so easily?"

Wu Song was silent.

The irritability in my heart is even worse.

Things will develop into what they are now. It is true that he is a little careless and underestimates the enemy.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Wu Song's hands tied with ropes, then stood up and went to find an old bowl.After breaking the bowl, he picked up the sharpest piece and walked back to Wu Song: "Raise your hand."

Hearing this, Wu Song raised his hands and placed them in front of Fu Zhenhong so that he could better cut off the knot of the rope.

Fu Zhenhong didn't talk nonsense, and acted very neatly.

While Fu Zhenhong was cutting the knots with broken bowls, his hand inevitably rubbed against Wu Song's hand because of the need for force.

Wu Song's brows were tightly furrowed, his body was stiff, as if his acupuncture points had been tapped, he remained motionless.

He lowered his eyes and bowed his head, not looking at the man in front of him who was helping him to unshackle his hands.

Even so, Wu Song's breathing became thicker uncontrollably during the inevitable friction between him and the opponent's hand.

This change made Wu Song clenched his back molars again as if he was facing an enemy.

Now he only hopes that the rope in his hand can be untied quickly, Wu Song doesn't want to become more and more weird.If this continues, Wu Song feels that he will become more and more uncomfortable, and some inexplicable emotions will become more and more uncontrollable.

The more Wu Song thought about it, the tighter his body became.

At this time, Fu Zhenhong suddenly said, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Wu Song replied subconsciously: "What is it like?"

Fu Zhenhong said two words: "Hedgehog." He sneered, "It looks like it's going to blow up at any moment."

Wu Song: "You..."

Wu Song was about to refute, but Fu Zhenhong said, "Okay." At the same time as the words fell, the knot in Wu Song's hand was also cut.

Wu Song couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. It took only a few tens of seconds for Pan Jinlian to cut the rope, but it gave him the illusion that a long time had passed.

Fortunately, the shackles on his hands were finally lifted.

Fu Zhenhong ignored Wu Song's ups and downs. After throwing the broken bowl aside, he stood up and said, "Your elder brother should be in this temple too. You and I will go find it separately."

Fu Zhenhong's adjustments were clear, and her expression was not flustered. This calmness and composure made Wu Song take a few more glances.

In fact, Wu Song was a little surprised that Pan Jinlian would come here. He thought that Pan Jinlian would not be in danger because of his elder brother, but the other party really came here.

Seeing that Wu Song was silent, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes slightly: "What's the matter? I'm still here because I haven't recovered my strength?"

Hearing the joke in Fu Zhenhong's words, Wu Song withdrew his gaze and said, "I'll go to the backyard to see, you go to the side hall to see." Intuition told him that the elder brother was more likely to be in the backyard of the temple. Sides are also more dangerous.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the side hall.

Wu Song looked at Fu Zhenhong's back, thought for a while, but still didn't say a word: "Be careful."

However, just as Wu Song finished speaking, a cold silver light suddenly flashed in the dim environment. This silver light shot towards Fu Zhenhong's chin like an arrow that left the string.

Wu Song's pupils shrank suddenly: "Be careful!"

He wanted to step forward and push Fu Zhenhong away, but he didn't expect that at the moment when his attention was on Fu Zhenhong, another silver light flew out from the darkness, and the slender silver needle pierced the air, It brushed against his earbone.

Suddenly, a tingling pain permeated Wu Song's whole body.

In the next second, his head became dizzy, and his body, which hadn't recovered much, fell straight forward.

And at the last moment when he fell to the ground and closed his eyes, Wu Song saw Pan Jinlian who also fell on the ground.

On the silver needle, there is a psychedelic drug!

After this guess flashed through Wu Song's mind, he lost consciousness and passed out.

However, Fu Zhenhong's side.

He was also in a coma, but he heard the weak chicken system talking in the consciousness space——

[Xiao Hong, Da Lang is really ruthless and a dog! ]

[How could he treat his daughter-in-law like this? ]

[What is he trying to do to make you dizzy? ]

[Could it be that they are going to play some punishment game? ]

The voice of the weak chicken system gradually became excited.

And what happened next, although not as exaggerated as the weak chicken system thought, but there are some subtle similarities.

In the dim light.

The man wearing the fox mask slowly came out of the darkness. Compared with the walking of normal people, the man's walking movements were a little slow.

The half of his face exposed under the mask has sharp edges and corners, and his light-colored lips are closed into a neat straight line.

He walked towards Fu Zhenhong who was lying on the ground step by step.

After walking to Fu Zhenhong's side, he squatted down, looked at the sleeping Fu Zhenhong quietly, and slowly said: "...Pan Jinlian...my husband..." His voice Depressed and magnetic, in this dilapidated temple, under the gloomy light, there is a kind of paranoia and morbidity.

He just looked at Fu Zhenhong like this for a while, then supported Fu Zhenhong's upper body with one hand, letting Fu Zhenhong's back rest on his arm.

Then, he took off the fox mask on Fu Zhenhong's face.

Seeing the man's unaware sleepy face, Wu Zhi raised his other hand, and with the calloused fingertips, gently and slowly stroked Fu Zhenhong's delicate |glossy| slippery cheeks.

His movements are very gentle, and there is a very focused gaze in his slightly lowered eyes.

Then, his fingertips slowly moved down along the contour of Fu Zhenhong's face, and finally stopped at Fu Zhenhong's chin, next to the wound he had pierced with the silver needle.

The wound was very small, he deliberately controlled his strength, and only a little scarlet glowed from the wound.

Therefore, such a wound, not only did not destroy the beauty of this face, but also added a bit of fragile and abusive beauty to this beautiful face.

Looking at it, Wu Zhi's eyes couldn't help deepening a little.

Finally, his fingertips came to this wound, and he used his fingertips to gently wipe off the scarlet glow, then bent down, and kissed Fu Zhenhong's delicate chin.

In the end, he took out another red ribbon, and tied it on Fu Zhenhong's eyes gently, using the ribbon to block Fu Zhenhong's sight.

After doing this, the corners of Wu Zhi's lips hooked slightly, and then he took Fu Zhenhong's flexible and slender waist, and hugged Fu Zhenhong horizontally.