Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 119: A passionate kiss (2)

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Handsome guys gnaw peanuts with their mouths, how cute it must be... She shuffled the cards with a smile - I think I was a master of mahjong back then, relying on this to earn the pocket money of the girls in the dormitory, you just wait to use it in front of the big guys Lick the peanuts with your mouth, hahaha...

In the first round, Yun Hen lost, the man drew his sword coldly, and Meng Fuyao's face turned pale—brother, if you don't want to make a fool of yourself, tell me, you don't need to use a knife or a gun, right

Yun Hen drew out his sword, and the light of the sword flashed, and the corner of the table with the peanuts fell like tofu, and the peanuts bounced up and fell into his mouth.

Zong Yue lost in the second round, the Mongolian doctor glanced at the peanuts slowly, his sleeves trembled, and then...the peanuts disappeared.

Meng Fuyao didn't agree, whether it was eating peanuts or not letting them destroy the body, Zong Yue smiled at her: "This is the latest corpse powder, let me try it next time?"

In the third round, Changsun Wuji finally lost, Meng Fuyao said with burning eyes, "No weapons are allowed, no drugs are allowed!"

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled and nodded, very cooperative, Meng Fuyao was relieved, finally able to see His Highness the Crown Prince being indecent for a while.

As a result, His Highness flicked his fingers, and Lord Yuan Bao, who was squatting by the table, immediately picked up peanuts and put them into his mouth one by one.

His Royal Highness chewed gracefully and nodded: "It's very fragrant."

Before the end of the three rounds, there was a knock on the window, Meng Fuyao's expression sank and she walked to the window, a black light flashed in the darkness, and a small wax pill shot into her palm.

Meng Fuyao said with a smile: "That guy probably won..." As he walked to the table and spread out the wax pills, several people came over with concern.

There is a piece of plain paper on the table, the quality of the paper is not particular, and it is still stained with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke. As long as you unroll the scroll lightly, you can feel the breath of the iron-blooded battlefield rushing towards your face.

Even less particular on the paper, there are a few large ink-stained characters written in flamboyant and phoenix dances:

"Fuyao! Yishui finally crosses, wait for me to meet you!"