The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Wu Zhi's breathing became heavier again, and the position touched by his fingertips made him feel a burning sensation.This kind of hot feeling was like a flame, suddenly rushed to the bottom of his heart, and then turned into a ball of heat that spread to his limbs and bones.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the man who rested his chin on his shoulder, and the fragrance from his hair lingered into the tip of his nose.Their chests were stuck together through the fabric of their clothes, so close that he could feel the warmth of each other's body.

Things have developed to the present, completely exceeding Wu Zhi's expectations.

It was very quiet in the narrow compartment, so quiet that only the sound of him and Pan Jinlian breathing each other.Wu Zhi's throat filled with an inexplicable burning desire, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he withdrew his hand from the other party.

If things continue like this, Wu Zhi doesn't know if things will develop more and more out of control.

He didn't like this feeling.

This feeling of being disrupted invisibly and being led away by the other party.

Wu Zhi closed his eyes, took a breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had gradually returned to calm.

He put his hands on both sides of Fu Zhenhong's shoulders, trying to push Fu Zhenhong away half a step away.And Fu Zhenhong also followed his strength and stood up straight.

"Don't you want to know?" Fu Zhenhong crossed her arms, leaned her head against the wall lightly, and looked at Wu Zhi leisurely.

It is obviously a casual to a little lazy posture, but his eyes seem to have a sharp insight into everything, as if he can see the hidden emotions in Wu Zhi's heart at a glance.

Seeing Pan Jinlian like this, while Wu Zhi was a little startled by his intelligence and sensitivity, he even felt a thrill of excitement.

He restrained this morbid excitement|excitement, half-closed his eyes, made a gesture of admitting his mistake and bowing his head, and explained to Fu Zhenhong: "I have some problems because I heard it mentioned by others. Curious, if you ask directly, I'm afraid you will find me offensive."

Fu Zhenhong sneered: "Then wouldn't it be more offensive for you to peek?"

Wu Zhi pursed his lips in embarrassment, and lowered his head even lower.

The silly look he made fits the image of Wu Zhi in the plot very well.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at him and asked, "Then who did you hear it from?"

Wu Zhi replied: "Song Die."

If this kind of nonsense with open eyes was placed in the previous life, it would never have happened to Wu Zhi.But the current him is no longer the cowardly and ignorant person in his previous life.

He is no longer a pure and good person.

At this stage, in order to temporarily expose this matter, it is relatively safe to use Song Die's name.

Song Die and Pan Jinlian lived together since they were young. Both were orphans and were brought up by the same woman. Before Pan Jinlian's disguise as a woman was exposed, the only person who knew that Pan Jinlian was a man.

The relationship between Song Die and Pan Jinlian was pretty good at first, but later because Song Die fell in love with the master's young master, and that young master also liked Pan Jinlian, so Song Die, who was instigated by the master's wife, became the master's wife's eyeliner He secretly plotted against Pan Jinlian.

These are all from his past memories.

In his last life, he didn't know that Song Die and Pan Jinlian broke up at the beginning, otherwise he would not have listened to each other's words, thinking that Pan Jinlian likes to eat coriander.

It was only after Song Die's death that he learned about some of the twists and turns from the customers who bought sesame seed cakes.

Wu Zhi was not worried that Pan Jinlian would go to Song Die to confirm it, because according to the memory of his previous life, Song Die committed suicide by jumping into the river at noon on the second day Pan Jinlian married.

As for whether Song Die committed suicide, Wu Zhi didn't care.

Right now, what he cares about is whether this answer can temporarily expose the matter.After all, he only knew that Song Die and Pan Jinlian grew up together and had a good relationship, but he couldn't be 100% sure that Song Die knew that Pan Jinlian had a lotus tattoo on his lower back.

Today's confirmation of the lotus tattoo was because he was a little impulsive and underestimated Pan Jinlian's observation and sensitivity.

Next, he must pay more attention before clarifying some doubts.

But since he chose to mention Song Die, he naturally thought about how to make it all right if this happened.

All he needs to do at this moment is to remain silent, waiting for Pan Jinlian to speak in silence.

No matter whether Pan Jinlian believes it or doubts it.

He can give corresponding answers according to the content of the other party's words.

Countless thoughts were brewing deep in Wu Zhi's dark eyes. He lowered his head, his black hair covered his unpredictable and deep eyebrows, and the gray mask also blocked the outside world from prying into his expression.

However, what surprised Wu Zhi again was that the man in front of him didn't say anything, and he didn't intend to continue asking at all.

It was as if he had heard someone mention that sentence just now, but it was just a casual question.

But the more Pan Jinlian was like this, the more it made Wu Zhi a little bit puzzled.The opponent has a lotus tattoo on his lower back, so Pan Jinlian's identity cannot be faked.

And the other party was very different from the Pan Jinlian in his memory from his previous life.But if Pan Jinlian was reborn like him, it wouldn't make sense.

Could it be that the other party is possessed by a soul?

After this idea flashed through Wu Zhi's mind, before he had time to think about it, he heard the other party say in a natural tone: "Come and help me tidy up my coat."

Wu Zhi restrained his thoughts, walked behind Fu Zhenhong, pulled out the hair buried under the neckline for him, and then straightened his coat.

The style of this ready-made garment is very simple. Although the color is a little monotonous, the embroidery pattern on the shirt is very delicate. It can be seen that the embroiderer who made this ready-made garment must be very skilled in embroidery. Every stitch and thread has been worked hard.

After Wu Zhi tidied Fu Zhenhong's coat, Fu Zhenhong handed him the belt again: "You help me fasten it."

After saying that, Fu Zhenhong opened her hands.

Wu Zhi glanced at the belt in his hand, and then at the man's waist, which was as slender as a bamboo in the wind. After two seconds of silence, he leaned forward and tied the belt for the man.

When he lowered his eyes to tie Fu Zhenhong's belt, Fu Zhenhong looked up at him.

Fu Zhenhong found that although Wu Zhi's eyelashes were not very long, they were very thick. The black eyelashes, like crow's feathers, pressed against his eyelids, like a closed arc. When he lowered his eyes, it set off the A sense of depth.

Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Wu Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fu Zhenhong smiled and said, "Concentrate."

After the words fell, his gaze passed over Wu Zhi's mask, from Wu Zhi's lips to his sharp chin.

"It's a pity, just look at the lower half of your face, if you don't have the scars under the mask, you must be pretty."

Fu Zhenhong's words made Wu Zhi's movements slightly stagnant, and he raised his downcast eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong.

At the moment when the four eyes met, Fu Zhenhong's eyes were slightly bent, and he said these six words slowly with his lips: "However, I don't mind." There was a light kiss on the chin, like a dragonfly touching water, and it fell apart with one touch.

Wu Zhi's body froze, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Fu Zhenhong's words and this sudden kiss were completely unexpected to him.

The emotion in his eyes was astonishment, but the gloomy and obscure morbidity in his heart was provoked again after rubbing the red marks on the back of Pan Jinlian's neck with his fingertips last night.

At this time, shopkeeper Zhao's voice greeted the guests from outside the cubicle.

Looking at the two young men who walked in, shopkeeper Zhao suddenly had a bright smile on his face.One of these two men was dressed in green clothes and the other in black clothes, both of them looked dignified.

He has been in the cloth business for decades, and he can tell at a glance that the clothes on these two people are the finest silk and satin.

People who can use this kind of silk and satin are either rich or noble, and in Qinghe County, only Zhang Yuanwai's family wears them.

These two men are obviously not natives of Qinghe County.

Shopkeeper Zhao stepped forward and greeted him kindly: "You two distinguished guests, what do you want to choose in the store?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the shopkeeper: "I heard that the Xiuhui clothes here are special, so I came here to have a look."

Shopkeeper Zhao said with a smile: "Then you are at the right place! I have opened Jinxiu Pavilion for more than 30 years. Although the fabrics used are not the best, our Xiuhui clothes are the best in Qinghe County. Exquisite, each piece of embroidery is different."

The man in Tsing Yi said: "Then I have to choose carefully."

Shopkeeper Zhao led the two of them to the place where the emblem clothes were displayed, while talking together: "The two of you don't look like people from Qinghe County."

"We came from the imperial city." The man in Tsing Yi said.

Shopkeeper Zhao looked at the man in Tsing Yi again when he heard the words, and then he glanced at the man in Xuan Yi beside him, who had not spoken all this time: "No wonder you two seem to have an extraordinary bearing."

"The two of you are planning to wear this beautiful emblem at the Lantern Festival in five days' time?" Shopkeeper Zhao asked speculatively.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, and his tone was hearty and easy-going: "After all, I have come to Qinghe County, and I plan to stay for a few more days. Wouldn't it be a pity not to visit the most famous night banquet and lantern festival in Qinghe County?"

After finishing speaking, the man looked at the man in black at the side, and raised his eyes lightly: "You mean it, Zhou Yu?"

The man in black, who was called Zhou Yu by the man in green, just raised his eyelids lightly, and hummed indifferently.

The man in Tsing Yi was also used to Zhou Yu's temper, so he quickly turned his gaze back.

Shopkeeper Zhao asked him, "I don't know how to address you, young master?"

The man in Tsing Yi said: "My surname is Xie."

Manager Zhao smiled and shouted, "Thank you, Young Master."

Xie Linge also smiled, then glanced at the neatly arranged Xiuhui clothes, and said to shopkeeper Zhao: "Shopkeeper, you can help my friend choose, and I will choose by myself."

Shopkeeper Zhao responded, "Okay."

Soon, Xie Linge chose the one that he thought was the most beautiful from the many embroidery clothes. He took out the red and black embroidery clothes, and looked back at shopkeeper Zhao: "Shopkeeper, try Where is the clothes?"

Shopkeeper Zhao was carefully selecting suitable Xiuhui clothes for Zhou Yu. When he heard Xie Lingge's words, he didn't think much about it, and just replied, "It's just behind that corner."

After finishing speaking, it took several seconds before Shopkeeper Zhao suddenly realized that Mr. Wu and his husband were still inside!

"It's broken! It's broken!" Shopkeeper Zhao clapped his hands violently, then quickly turned around and said, "There's..."

Before shopkeeper Zhao could say the last word "person", Xie Lingge, who walked to the corner cubicle, raised his hand.

And just when Xie Lingge's hand was about to touch the curtain of the compartment, the curtain was lifted from the inside by a slender white hand.