Lord Seventh - ~ Fan Waiyi Gives Himself His Way

Fanwai also used the other way to do it ...

The reason why Wang Ye is not easy to deal with is because Wang Ye is a man who follows the flow-at least it does not look like a master who will go all the way to the dark-of course he has done this secretly, but uninformed people are not in Yang Shisanjian .

When he secretly healed his wounds in the station where the big witch lived in Beijing, he started to talk about Wuxi to open a golden mouth.

Before leaving, Wuxi is likely to be confused by him, but now he is promoted to the next level, as if his mind is slightly more open than before. Suddenly found out that this person's brain was used in the matter of Fengyue, and I don't know how many years it took to roll the fat powder pile, so that it was a prodigal person who was out of the golden jade. A drop of ink in the belly was used to coax people, and his mouth was very sweet-for example, he never looked for words, but what others love to hear and what he said.

Wuxi called him sweet words for a moment to coax his heart as if he was scratched by a kitten, and later remembered how his "kung fu" was practised, and he was so sullen that he kept his face in order to keep changing. , Ren Er, east, west, north, south, and I stand still.

On that day, Jing Qi thought for a long time on the carriage and realized that the little poison had a lot of eyes in his heart. He thought that he was energetic and couldn't get used to himself. He always felt that he was greasy and told him to put his heart into the water. Feeling loss. He closed his eyes for a while, and had another idea in his heart.

This unlucky and prodigal man has a new idea, which means that Wuxi is in trouble again.

Wuxi first found out somehow that the boring person who was looking for something suddenly became quiet. He closed his eyes and leaned on the side like the old monk. He didn't move-he was speechless, but he was really scared by Jingqi's injury. It's not too light, otherwise, with Wuxi's fast knife to cut off the messy character, I naturally want to leave early, and won't stay in Beijing for a full three months.

Paying careful attention to his complexion and breathing, feeling smooth and normal, only to see his wound, it does not seem to have changed, at this time only when he was tired, sick, and raised himself.

It wasn't until the afternoon when it was time to drink the medicine, Wuxi discovered that this person was wrong.

He did not fall asleep, but did not respond when Wuxi brought the medicine to him. Wuxi frowned, raised the medicine with a small spoon, and touched his lips gently. Medicine is a good medicine, but the taste is a bit unbearable. At this time, daily Jingqi has become extremely happy, adhering to the principle that long pain is worse than short pain.

But Jingqi still didn't respond on this day, but just opened his eyes indifferently, glanced at him, and then slowly turned his eyes to one side instead of looking at him.

As soon as the tired, indifferent smile on his face disappeared, the crickets revealed, and the dark, black ink was almost shocking to his pale, pale, transparent lips.

Wuxi only found out that his strategy to deal with Jingqi was returned intact, with some sullenness, and he insisted on holding the medicine bowl like he was forced to eat.

Who knows that this time Jing Qi insisted on him, staring straight out, all the glimmering roads passed across the surface of his eyes, but there was no trace left, as if he had no consciousness— — At the same time, he thought with a grudge, that Grandpa sat down motionlessly for sixty-three years, but it still can't consume you? However, after a while, I felt that I was not feeling motivated, and I was actually reduced to playing the trick with this little poison.

My heart was so self-sacrificing, but my face looked real. It's freezing cold, and the heat in the medicine bowl quickly dissipates. If it really cools down, the medicine will change. Wuxi never expected that Jingqi could still get angry with him, so he didn't know what to do.

After a stalemate for a long time, he finally gave up and said lowly, "Drink medicine."

Jing Qi didn't even turn his eyes, as if his soul was out.

Wuxi thought about it, then lowered his head and took a big sip of the dark medicine, pinched Jingchi's chin, pulled him hard, and passed the medicine to life. Jing Qi really didn't expect his hand, caught off guard and added the bitterness of bitterness and anger, pushed him away on the spot, and coughed out.

Wuxi was not in a hurry, while patting his back slowly, while waiting for him to cough, intending to give him another sip, Jing Qi finally found that he couldn't hold it, and gave him an angry glance, took it Drunk into the medicine bowl.

He drove to the end in a heroic sigh. Jing Qi reached out and wiped his mouth, raised his hand, and threw the medicine bowl to the small table. He stood firmly and steadily, then passed directly over Wuxi, reached out and patted the door, yelling: "parking!"

He was accustomed to giving orders. He yelled in a low voice. The driver didn't know who was talking. He immediately stopped the car. The car door popped open from the inside. Jing Qi was not too cold. He was wearing single clothes. Jumped out of the car, walked out of the car, and didn't look back-as if he knew the road.

The big witch's car stopped, and the surrounding southern Xinjiang warriors naturally also stopped, staring at each other and watching the young and beautiful man jumping off the big witch's car. For a moment, Wuxi sighed, picked up a robe, and caught up with him shortly afterwards, wrapping his robe on Jing Qi.

Jing Qi didn't accept him, he hid in one side, stepped back, and swam out like a fish, sneer: "No witch."

Wuxi frowned, stretched out his hand to grab his arm, Jing Qi pulled his elbow and flexed his arms smartly, Wu Xi threw the cotton robe in his hand lightningly, and the other hand slanted into the ground. On the back of his hand, he then firmly pulled his big arm and pulled him violently into his arms. Only then did the cotton robe fall, which happened to fall on Jing Qi.

In one go, it seemed as if no effort was wasted.

Later, Wu Xi said flatly, "He Lianji thought you were dead. If you want to return to Beijing, you are bullying the king."

Jing Qipi smiled and said without a smile: "The big witch wouldn't think that my Nanning palace has been the capital of the capital for so many years, right? Don't hide that you don't have anything else, there are still a few under the king's name in the village. There are also several shops. Now if you go to the Dongting area to ask about it, Yishui is called the pawnshop Yinzhuang with the brand name of Qiye, and if the king goes, they will all receive a loud call from the shopkeeper-just expect the big witch to take us The big housekeeper in the house released it. "

After handling the "funnel" of the palace safely, in fact, he disguised himself and followed the accompanying team, but Wu Xi subconsciously isolated Jing Qi from him. He never knew it.

Smart is all used where it is not needed.

Wuxi was speechless for a while, and only listened to Jing Qi and then said, "Why, big witch, do you still ask the king to take silver to redeem people? In the future, all of them will eat the meal of rivers and lakes, which is convenient for people and also for themselves ... "

He didn't finish talking. Wuxi finally didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense. He leaned down and grabbed his leg to bend and hug him horizontally.

Jing Qi shut up immediately and grasped Wuxi's shoulder nervously—he was not a delicate girl's house, or he was neither fat nor impossible, so he was afraid that Wuxi was slippery.

Wuxi was so skillful in the end that holding such a big man was not laborious. He strode back and whispered, "Open the door."

The driver pulled the door open, Wuxi kept holding him in the car, and ordered: "Hurry up, don't stop without my order."

Then he threw the door up and blocked the eyes of a crowd of onlookers.

With a sigh, the horse and horse continued to move forward.

The Wuxi people sat down, but did not put down Jing Qi. The dark eyes stared for a while on Jing Qi ’s frightened, blushing and blushing face, then lowly, like a sigh He said, "I just ... don't know what to tell you."

Jing Qi's temper was mostly pretend. Upon hearing this, he stayed for a while and felt that he was pretending to be over-excited, and his guilt murmured from his heart.

Only then would I speak, and then Wuxi continued in that tone: "You said, if I strangle you, wouldn't I feel so upset in the future?"

Jing Qi's words got stuck in his throat, and he looked at him very dumbly, especially Wuxi could just walk around his neck with a hand, and for a long while, squeezed out a sentence: "Young man, impulsive It's the devil. "

Wuxi smiled indifferently: "Anyway, you don't care about anything, you don't care about being alive, and you don't care about dying. Helianchi thinks you are expensive, but you don't really care about being expensive or not. You can just hang around, you don't care about yourself, naturally you don't care about me, I ... "

It ’s okay not to say these words. As soon as he says it, he feels that his chest is filled with uncontrollable grievances. Those days of fear and fear, those days of marching day and night, those who watched him all day and night when Jingqi was seriously injured and unconscious. The depressed things in the days when I couldn't sleep, all of them had to scramble to come out, his words stopped, trying to swallow all those emotions, and he didn't want to see him like he was angry.

An arm tightly gripped Jing Qi's waist, as if to break his waist.

Jing Qi froze for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, struggling to get up straight, holding Wuxi's back, and sighing, "This is a big grievance, how long do I care about you?"

Before waiting for Wuxi to speak, he smiled again and said: "You recognized my tongue and tongue, and felt that I didn't spend money on saying good things. What do you want me to do?"

Then he remembered what it was like, shoved away Wuxi, and said with a frightened expression on his face: "I said the big witch, I have passed it as the king of my body. Could it be ... it's not ... you Still want to hear the Shanmeng oath? "

Wuxi froze suddenly, his face a little wonderful.

Jing Qi frowned for a while, and said rather rudely: "This ... I haven't really told anyone else, but I can also deal with two sentences. You want to hear 'Mountain without edge, the river is exhausted, Dong Lei Zhenzhen , Xia Yuxue, heaven and earth, but dare to break away with the king ', still want to listen to' Let's rest and wait for the green mountains to rot, and the water scales will float until the Yellow River is completely dry '... "

After he didn't finish talking, he saw the goosebumps on Wuxi's neck jumping out one by one. This time, Wuxi's face turned white and blue, blue and white, and he laughed heartlessly.

Nasty and interesting-this kind of skill, this kind of second skin, not everyone has it.

With a smile, he didn't know if it was the wound or something that caused him to bow his waist slightly, holding his chest with one hand, still unable to stop his face from narrowing.

Wuxi frowned and said, "Smile! Don't move, let me see."

Jing Qi obediently stopped the laughter and let him see the injury. The smile on his face faded, and suddenly he remembered something, and asked, "You asked me a poem back then, do you remember?"

"Huh?" Wu Xi carefully removed the bandage wrapped around his chest.

"You asked me about the song" Drumming "..." Wuxi was re-injuring him and felt pain. Jing Qi frowned slightly, without a word, but he paused, then said, " Yu Yankuo, I do n’t live. Yu Yuxi, I do n’t believe in it ... the weight of life and death is as heavy as being scattered. At the time I thought about this sentence, but you came. "

Wuxi's movement stopped, but he didn't look up at him, just whispered "um".

It was because he would coax people like this, but Wuxi felt that asking him to say such things, even if he was just coaxing himself, would be willing to lie to him.

The life and death agreement is broad, talking with Zicheng, holding the hand of Zizi, and Zizi old ... just.

I think of you, and you're here.