Jiang Niannian felt a little sad, but Teng Jiao asked at an inappropriate time: "Is this the legendary thing... Men become bad when they have money?"
"No, Buqi is not that kind of person." Jiang Niannian shook her head, trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts in her heart, but she couldn't help but murmured: "Why doesn't he come to me..."
Teng Jiao asked, "Is there a possibility... that he is afraid that you will eat children?"
Jiang Niannian: "…If you can't speak, then don't speak. Donate your mouth to those in need."
She thought of something and released an extremely thin vine, which quietly slipped in along the corner of the wall.
Slowly she climbed up his black robe, gently entwined the fingertips of his hanging hand, and shook it gently.
She was telling him that she was coming.
Yin Buqi lowered his eyes.
He knew she was coming, but he couldn't let her stay by his side until the secret of the Netherworld was revealed.
He couldn't afford to gamble with Nian Nian's life.
Yin Buqi's eyes turned a little colder, and he took the thin vine off his fingers with an indifferent expression, as if he was throwing away an insignificant strand of hair from his body.
Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment, then frowned unhappily.
You are so good, Yin Buqi, you have forgotten your old love because you have a new one.
She was so angry that she, who had always been sensible, suddenly had some ridiculous ideas.
Hu Feishuang was talking excitedly to Yin Buqi: "Buqi, how did you get this name? It sounds pretty nice... Buqi?"
It's no wonder Hu Feishuang was confused. It's just that Yin Buqi, who had been stern from the beginning of the banquet, now had a slightly red face and was breathing slightly. His red eyes were deep and dangerous, with shock and grievance...
Why else? It was that "suspicious vine" that was reaching into his underwear and doing all sorts of inappropriate things.
Jiang Niannian used hand gestures to control the vines, which reached in through the hem of his clothes and caressed his waist and abdomen wantonly.
The touch of smooth and delicate skin was transmitted to Jiang Niannian through the vines, as if her hand was caressing her.
This made her face slightly red, but she was determined to teach him a lesson, so she didn't stop.
The vines moved along his skin like snakes.
Hu Feishuang asked worriedly, "Buqi, what's wrong with you? Does your wound hurt?"
Yin Buqi's breathing gradually became heavier, and he tried his best to suppress it, then said solemnly: "I'm fine."
Hu Feishuang could never have imagined that at this moment Yin Buqi was enveloped by overwhelming desire, enjoying the torturous pleasure and excitement.
Yin Buqi's breath became increasingly turbid and strong, and the confusion in his eyes grew deeper.
Even the corners of her eyes were slightly red.
Nian Nian was up to no good and it really cost him his life.
"Are you really okay? I see that you have sweat on your forehead." Hu Feishuang reached out to test the temperature of his forehead, but Yin Buqi subconsciously avoided it.
Yin Buqi closed his eyes, his chest heaving a few times, and used his spiritual power to smash all the tiny vines on his body. Then he opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."
"Okay." Hu Feishuang withdrew her hand and no longer doubted.
Yin Buqi used his spiritual sense to probe and saw Jiang Niannian, a small girl squatting in the corner of the back hall. She was annoying and cute, but her face showed undisguised grievance and sadness.