The eldest grandson Wuji leaned over gently, and leaned against the skin of Meng Fuyao's cheeks in the full moonlight, his breath brushed against Meng Fuyao's temples, and the person who was always cool seemed to suddenly feel hot. It rushed out of the blood, engulfing her like fire in an instant.
Meng Fuyao was so hot, yet there was a little bit of coolness in the heat, like a person stepping over the fire but holding the cold jade in his hand, vaguely in the double sky of ice and fire. Think, tonight...tonight...does he really...don't care about anything
Changsun Wuji's fingers are like a ray of wind, holding the brilliance of the moonlight and falling on her neck, moving up an inch is the red lips, moving down an inch is the half-open skirt, up is just flirting, down is real progress, Meng Fuyao was holding a heart, not knowing whether it was cold, hot or painful, he felt that his heart seemed to be trembling as his fingers moved up or down, like flying stones hitting gracefully. The water is floating, and a round of moonlight is floating in the water in shock.
The hull suddenly shook.
Someone could vaguely hear an exclamation, and it turned out to be an iron voice.
Meng Fuyao's eyes widened suddenly, Changsun Wuji had already stood up with a long sigh, and said in a low voice: "It turns out that a good dream is hard to come true..." Turning around, he flied out, and when he reached the door, he said with a smile: "Is it true that you need to force your acupoints? " Zhifeng flicked her acupoints, and said: "You just rest, I'll go and have a look."
Seeing his figure disappear into the darkness, Meng Fuyao slowly sat up, crossed her legs and thought about it, leaned the back of her hand on her cheek, and felt the hot skin there, at this moment she didn't want to go out and be seen by others, silently Sighing and lying down slowly, I felt pain protruding between my chest and abdomen again, this time it was different from usual, the pain was fierce, tearing and pulling my internal organs one by one, like a ball of black fire violently burning the blood vessels and meridians, The burn made it difficult to breathe, and the mind was blurred. Meng Fuyao bit his lip and mobilized his true energy to suppress it desperately. He broke out in a cold sweat.
In a daze, he felt that when the cabin door opened, someone floated in, Meng Fuyao managed to open his eyes and saw that it was Changsun Wuji, and snorted coldly: "What's the matter?"
Changsun Wuji said: "It's okay, just now when we crossed a bay, the boatman didn't handle it well and almost hit the mountain wall."
Meng Fuyao let out a "huh", curled up into a ball and waited for the ferocious moment to pass, when she felt Changsun Wuji coming over, lay down beside her, took her in his arms very naturally, and gently stroked her back.
He still had that gentle and gentle gesture, breathed softly, held her shoulders lightly, and the moonlight shone in dimly, as light as smoke, and he wrapped in that layer of smoke seemed real and unreal, a wisp As clear as light, it is desirable to pursue but elusive.
Meng Fuyao was powerless to refuse, her heart was vaguely dark and hard to understand, but she vaguely felt that something was wrong, she was thinking drowsily, and felt Changsun Wuji's fingers landed on her lapel again.
Meng Fuyao was a little annoyed now, he pushed his hand with force, and said: "Are you really going to kill me?"
"How could it kill you?" Changsun Wuji chuckled lightly, and as soon as he rolled over, he went to untie her belt, and his clothes were half undressed, revealing his skin like jade, "Yin and yang intermingle, nourishing yin and nourishing qi are always the best for women, how can I Would you rather not hurt you?"
Hearing these words, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a chill in her heart layer by layer, as if the words contained sharp edges and corners of ice, and every single word made her heart bleed. Such words...such things...how could he do it? mouth? Can it be done
She opened her eyes, and her somewhat blurred vision outlined a figure against the light. Could it be that this magnificent man, who accompanied him all the way with his tenderness and sweetness, his thousands of threads of love, was so deep and omnipresent that he slowly attracted her? Just to take her virginity for this moment
The people on her body unbuttoned her clothes one by one with brisk but irresistible fingers, and the extremely cool wind on the water brushed over her bare skin, the coolness soaked into her heart, and tears gradually rolled out of Meng Fuyao's eyes.
She has never been humiliated like this in her life!
The person above the head gave a light and admiring laugh, as if praising the beauty and purity of the woman in front of him, and then the bed board creaked, and the man's body fell down heavily, and the breath between the already painful chest and lungs was suffocated, and the agitation became more intense. It's about to explode, at this moment, it's not a matter of losing your virginity, but losing your life in an instant, Meng Fuyao calmed down at this moment, and her vague consciousness gradually became clearer - the matter has come to this point, there is no use in rushing, just don't worry about it. Regardless of what happened to his body, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to slowly gather the zhenqi in his body that had been dissipated by the poisonous force.
She inhales deeply.
Then suddenly it was struck by lightning!
breath!
She remembered!
This person... this person... this person is the eldest grandson Wuji in everything, but he is not fragrant!
She has never smelled the unique fragrance of Changsun Wuji on anyone other than him!
He is not Wuji!
There was a bang in Meng Fuyao's mind, and in this instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind - where did Changsun Wuji go? How did this person impersonate to such an extent in such a short period of time? What the hell just happened? Where is he from
The most terrifying thought just surfaced made her feel as cold as falling into an ice cave—how could Changsun Wuji let someone pretend to be him to appear under his nose, he... did something happen to him
Meng Fuyao's heart beat like a galloping horse, but her body froze immediately.
It was just this moment when Wu Sheng's body froze, the person on the body noticed it, and said with a low smile: "What a woman who is sober!" The voice had already returned to its original voice, it sounded like a woman, but Meng Fuyao knew that it was definitely not a woman.
All the sexual characteristics on him are male.
Looking up, he met a pair of eyes that were exactly the same as his eldest grandson Wuji, but the expression in those eyes was unfamiliar, full of banter and profligacy, as well as a hint of surprise and impatience.
She was amazed at how Meng Fuyao's eyes, in such a predicament, were still calm and clear, as bright as the sun, shining so brightly, each gaze was as sharp as a knife.
He was startled for a while, and then he heard Meng Fuyao shout in a low voice:
"roll!"
With the sound of drinking, hot blood came out, Meng Fuyao forced out the poisonous blood sprayed all over his head and face, taking advantage of the moment when his eyes were red, he bent his knees and pressed his knees against the man's lower body, the man gave way with a light smile, Meng Fuyao Another elbow from one side, the tricky and vicious angle forced him to give way again, once Meng Fuyao jumped up and raised his hand to pull, the trap between the two cabins had been pulled down.
The traps were pulled together, and at the last moment when they were closed, Meng Fuyao saw the man's amazed and appreciative eyes. He clasped his fingers tightly to the wall. , the poison of love lock dissipated a lot in an instant, she struggled to stand up, and pulled out the "killing sky" to pull the board wall.
Before pulling it up, I suddenly heard the sound of the wind from the next door, and then the wind on the sleeves suddenly turned strong. There was a "pop" like applause, but the sound was not high, but the whole boat shook, and then there was a soft sound like a woman. The laughter suddenly went away, and then the wall suddenly pulled, and a man quickly reached out to pull her, with a cool palm and an anxious expression.
Meng Fuyao saw the subconscious "Slaying Heaven" on his face, and he slashed at him with a single knife. The man shouted, "Fuyao, it's me!"
Meng Fuyao forced her to stop with her saber, and stopped abruptly in front of the opponent, her long hair was parted by the fierce wind of the saber, and her eyes were shining fiercely.
The person in front of him was uncharacteristically calm, his eyes were anxious but angry, and he glanced up at her unbuttoned shirt, revealing snow-like skin, and the belt was obviously loose, and the clothes were blood-stained, but he didn't know whose blood it was. In an instant, his eyes flashed with fire, and the flame exploded so brightly that the room seemed to be lit up brightly. Meng Fuyao had never seen Changsun Wuji's eyes like this. It was as sharp and painful as a burning knife, and he was holding the knife in a flash. Living.
The eldest grandson Wuji on the opposite side was no longer close to her, knelt on the bed and slowly withdrew his hands, fisting his hands against the sheet on his side of the bed, slowly lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice for a long while: "Fuyao... I'm sorry..."
Meng Fuyao shook her hands again, she had never seen Changsun Wuji look like this, nor heard Changsun Wuji apologize - he never had the need to apologize, because he almost never missed it.
However, tonight, with a single thought, maybe it wasn't even a single thought, maybe he just wanted to take advantage of her as before, tap her acupoints to push her uterus and activate blood while she was asleep, but suddenly this unbelievable mistake happened, and she was caught in love Motivated, he was transferred away. If she hadn't tried her best to save herself, a big mistake would have been made.
Wrong...who is at fault? When a man and a woman get along, they are in love. He is not a gentleman. If he likes her, he will pursue her, but he always remembers her danger of being in love, and never wants to put her in a dangerous situation, and she herself has always kept her heart in mind. Fang, who kept the Lingtai clear many times, but lost his mind tonight.
Or, it's her who is at fault, frivolous and out of control, indulging in tenderness, thinking about being a non-stained passer-by on the five continents, but unable to control herself and being weak-willed and falling into the hearts of others.
Her mind is not young, but her body is that of a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. She is young and full of energy. She instinctively yearns for the warmth and tenderness that she likes in her heart. She wants this youthful body to constantly resist the temptation from him. It was really impossible, once her will loosened a bit, sooner or later she would slip into the abyss of chaos step by step.
Meng Fuyao bit her lip, and thought about how far that bastard had gone before. She abandoned all distracting thoughts and focused on mobilizing her true energy, and instantly shut off her external perception, and being a virgin for two lifetimes also made her only understand concepts but not the truth about certain things. Feeling, if you say it hurts, why doesn't it hurt when she is in love? As for the bleeding... there was none, but that doesn't mean there was no contact!
Thinking of this Meng Fuyao, she felt like she was going to collapse, how could she be defiled by a strange man with her innocent body
With a bang, she raised her hand and pulled down the board wall again, and with a stroke of "killing the sky", she cut the plank bed in half soundlessly, and dragged the bed to the side of the cabin, far away from the next door.
When she was doing these things, there was no movement from the next door, and Changsun Wuji didn't try to pull down the wall again. Meng Fuyao was in a terrible mood at the moment, hated this ship, hated that inexplicable man, hated Wuzhou Dalu, hated everything she saw, of course, the most hated Own!
It was because she was not determined enough to indulge in addiction that this damn thing happened, from now on she will be a rock!
She hurriedly climbed into bed, covered her head with the quilt, and wrapped herself into a stone. The moonlight was shining on the stone through the small porthole, motionless and eternally stiff.
The moonlight slowly moved over to the porthole next door. The eldest grandson Wuji leaned against the board wall and sat quietly on the remaining half of the bed that had been torn apart, also condensed into a fossil with wounds in his heart and silent pain in his heart.
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Ever since the "Changsun Wuji" made such a show that night, Meng Fuyao and the genuine Changsun Wuji have fallen into an embarrassing period. That night, Meng Fuyao buried himself in being an ostrich, and even Mr. Yuan Bao next door was scratched open by her, and she almost closed the door He flattened his nose, and after that, the temperature around Meng Fuyao dropped twenty degrees, and Pi Yi fell silent when he saw it, and the sardines jumped into the can automatically without any threat, which saved Tie Cheng a lot of energy.
For Meng Fuyao, there is no one to blame, but to be annoyed and angry about his own uselessness and the low pressure caused by his extreme disgust and rejection of that matter. Such a incident made a mistake that almost made him regret his whole life, and there was an anger that was hard to express. This anger was strange and piercing. He had never experienced it in the past twenty-six years. His usual calm balance was broken. Even Changsun Wuji lost his usual calm smile.
Naturally, Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji did not give up on tracking down that bastard, but that night, apart from those gangsters, they were cooks and boatmen without martial arts. There were so many people but no obvious target, Meng Fuyao was too lazy to test each one for advanced martial arts— Judging from the situation of the fight that night, this person was very good, and even she, Meng Fuyao, was no match. If she really wanted to cover up her martial arts, she couldn't see it at all.
Up to now, both Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji vaguely know who this person might be—when a person has ruled the world for thirty years and has seen countless people, but no one even knows whether he is a man or a woman, this person His mystery and good at disguising are naturally number one in the world.
So instead of taking the time to slowly find out what identity he was lurking on the boat, and whether he is still in the boat, it is better to wait for him to continue again.
The child rescued that night was also questioned, and Tie Cheng immediately went to open his cabin door. The child fell asleep quietly and did not wake up until the next day, saying that he was from a fisherman's family in Chang County, downstream. My son, the family couldn't pay the boat escort fee, so they sold him to the head of the Cao Gang to do chores, and signed a life-and-death contract. Live sacrifices that had been held for decades were abolished, and lots were drawn among the slaves, and he happened to be unlucky to draw.
The child was still in the stage of changing his voice, and his speech was slow, he spoke miscellaneously for a long time before he could speak clearly, Meng Fuyao listened, but didn't find any flaws, so he ordered someone to send him home.
After sailing for a whole day and night, Meng Fuyao docked in Guangcheng County. With a cloud of evil fire in his heart, full of hatred for the entire Xuanji royal family, Meng Fuyao took the deputy head of the Cao Gang with him and strode ashore. Behind her, Tiecheng couldn't figure out why the two of them turned upside down overnight, but he was happy to see Qicheng happily following her.
Meng Fuyao carried the person with her, and went straight to the meeting place in the green forest of Jiuling Mountain outside the city. She is here to snatch the leader of the alliance today. Regardless of whether the one who offended her is Feng Jingrui or not, she will make trouble for him!
The meeting place was on a hidden platform halfway up the mountain. Before the few people reached the place, they suddenly heard a commotion from above, followed by yelling and cursing.
"What the hell! It's entwined!"
"Get out!"
"Could it be a spy sent by the court?"
"search!"
After a long while, there were several bang bang bang bang bangs, and one person groaned repeatedly, "They're all men, what are you touching!"
After a while, he shouted again: "It's just a mere trip to the mountains and strayed into this place, and it's just to bump into everyone and pay for it...you...you are so rude!"
After a while, he shouted: "The area is angry!"
After a while, he shouted again: "District is really angry!"
The sound of tearing captives became more and more intense, mixed with the sound of laughter, one person said contemptuously: "Scholar!"
"throw it out!"
With a "pop", a shadow flashed, and a white shadow rolled out, hitting Meng Fuyao and Tie Cheng who were walking in the front.
Tiecheng has nothing to do—his master is active, so he will definitely pick it up.
Meng Fuyao raised his hand - he slapped the shadow away.
man!
Men in underwear!
A white-skinned man who only wears underwear!
Repeatedly violated the three taboos of King Meng!
Filled with disgust, Meng Fuyao fanned it up, striding over without looking sideways, stepping on that guy, hey hey, stepping over without letting go.
Master Yuan Bao got out from the arms of the eldest grandson Wuji, shaking his claws in his mouth, it seems that the master was right to ask him to move his position in time, King Meng is now allergic to male creatures!
The man stepped on Meng Fuyao's feet and shouted, "The bone is broken!"
Meng Fuyao smashed down an ingot of gold.
"Medical expenses!"
The medical bill hit the ribs with a slap—this time it seemed to be really broken...
The man gasped in pain, grabbed the ingot of gold and threw it out: "You are really angry!"
Tiecheng looked down at the pretty face that was still a bit babyish, frowned and scolded: "Embroidered pillow." He stepped over again with contempt.
Changsun Wuji simply didn't look at the soles of his feet, and the big lump was thrown down as if nothing...
Turning around the mountain road is the platform, a large group of men in different clothes are gathering together and arguing, when they saw Meng Fuyao and the others coming in, they stopped talking and looked over in surprise, someone frowned and said: "Who broke in here?" , fight out!"
Immediately, someone retorted: "Boss Heisha Niu, it seems that you haven't taken the position of leader yet, right? Why did you just order yourself?"
The bull boss glared: "The defeated general has the face to speak?"
The man's face was flushed, his neck was stiff, and he said: "Aren't you also the defeated general of Baishan Ruozhuo? Do you have face?"
With a bang, there was another quarrel, probably about who was the loser of whose subordinates, and then extended to who had some friendly and in-depth contact with whose mother, sister, aunt, and grandma, and finally rose to the richness of the human organs of those mothers, sisters, aunts, and grandmas who had friendly contact with them A wonderful description of folk artistry and anthropomorphism of imagination...
"Shut up!"
A loud yell made everyone look back suddenly, and then remembered the new wave of alliance leader's battle, and forgot about the intruders just now, and someone yelled: "What are you, you yelled!" called?"
"Me?" Meng Fuyao pointed to his nose, and beat the vice-leader of the Cao Gang to the ground, "Your new leader!"
There was a silence in the mountain depression, and then a loud laugh resounding through the sky erupted. These rough men who licked blood with knives didn't even bother to scold. Many places show people their true colors, and masks are worn again.
"I'll teach you how to fight against the imperial court, and how to gain more living space under the pressure of the imperial court." Meng Fuyao didn't seem to hear the laughter, and sat down on a rock with a golden knife, " Before that, I will teach you what are the rules for the leader."
She waved at the Baishan helmsman, the cow boss, and said, "Come, come and get beaten."
Baishan Tudor seems to be a gentle middle-aged man, he does not participate in the foul language of the rough men, and has been sitting on the side with a face of disdain, at this time he also smiled reservedly, and said: "The brat is arrogant, Allow you to live a little longer, Master Niu, you should teach me a lesson."
The cow boss was quite convinced of him, he responded with a humming hum, and came forward with two special thick and simple knives. His legs were stubby and blue, and his footprints were like a deep pit. Yes, the chassis skills are also good.
With a flash of the knife, the white light scorched his eyes, Boss Niu grinned his teeth and shouted like thunder: "That kid, come and get beaten!"
"Snapped!"
Before the end of the word "打" was pronounced, white big teeth suddenly popped out all over the ground, and the big teeth bounced like beads on the black stone floor, with countless surprised eyes and sudden silence.
Master Yuan Bao who just poked his head in Changsun Wuji's arms suddenly covered his mouth—I have a big tooth...
"Learn one word from me, one tooth!" Meng Fuyao didn't seem to have moved at all, and continued to sit on the rock with a sneer, "Three! Remember it yourself!"
Immediately after she heard the sound of deep breathing, she turned her head, only to see that the chief helmsman of Baishan who was the loudest was slowly getting up, brushing off his clean green shirt, and walking towards her step by step.
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, and he was a little bit appreciative, the helmsman is a master, just with those few steps, he is naturally flawless, much better than Boss Niu who is good at kung fu but lacks internal strength.
Still, it wasn't enough for her.
The chief helmsman of Baishan didn't pay attention to her at first, after Niu Boss' slap, he is now very wary of her, but he still thinks that the slap just now was just because Niu Boss was too careless, and Meng Fuyao's movement was a little too fast. Give her a chance to get close, won't it be enough
He twitched his waist, and a gray shadow rolled away soundlessly. It was actually a long whip. The whip was longer than a normal whip. The person stood far away. The long whip had already reached Meng Fuyao's door, and the wind was blowing violently all around. , but the tip of the whip was as quiet as a sharp edge in deep water, and it was facing Meng Fuyao's eyes.
When Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand, he didn't look very happy, but that jade-like hand caught the steel-like whip that was filled with true strength.
Then she flicked her wrist, and the whip body immediately vibrated with a strange rhythm like waves. The vibration jumped wave after wave, and the fingers of the chief rudder of Baishan went limp, and the handle of the whip was already out of his hand. Meng Fuyao grabbed the soft whip With a flick of his finger, the entire ten-foot-long long whip trembled straight, and hit him in the chest.
The rudder master of Baishan immediately sprayed blood and fell out, and fell into the panic-stricken crowd.
Meng Fuyao tossed the whip and said flatly: "Don't waste time, let's go together."
So we went together.
So crackling soon lay a pile on the ground.
After a quarter of an hour, Meng Fuyao stood up, stretched his waist, and said: "The overall standard is not high, and the individual combat ability is not strong, so it's just a personal sea tactic."
She reached out her hand to her defeated generals: "Token."
Everyone turned their heads to look at the chief rudder of Baishan, who handed it over without saying a word.
People in the green forest are not as extravagant as people in the political arena. They admit defeat and admit defeat. Whoever has the most powerful fists will be the boss. The stronger the habits of the world, the easier it is to control.
Meng Fuyao asked Tiecheng to make a count of the leaders here. There are as many as eighteen members. The gangs they lead are large and small, ranging from thousands of members to hundreds of members. They are distributed all over the northern border. There are distances between heaven and earth, but ants kill elephants more often.
What's more, Meng Fuyao was pleasantly surprised to find that among the eighteen families there was actually a teaching club.
The so-called Jiaoliu Association refers to the three religions and nine streams. In fact, it specifically refers to the lower nine streams. It is a gang set up for those who go around the rivers and lakes, sing operas, preach prostitutes, circuses, shave their heads, scrub their backs, sell groceries, breed, etc. These people are often bullied and need more than ordinary people. The protection, the living money on hand, and the quick and easy payment of the membership fee, so it can be regarded as a wealthy gang, but on such occasions, they have no status and shrank aside, and everyone will spit when they pass by.
Meng Fuyao smoothed things over: "Oh, don't discriminate against the working people at the bottom."
Some people were angry: "These people even accept the flowers, they are devoid of conscience!"
The scolded person's head was stuck in his crotch, Meng Fuyao pulled out the head from his crotch and asked, "Slapping Huazi?"
Pai Huazi is a human trafficker. With secret medicine in his palm, he slaps the other person on the shoulder and face, and then he has to obediently follow. This is the most despicable and shameless industry that even the three religions and nine streams cannot enter. The green forest heroes even sit with them They all felt that their butts were dirty, and glared at each of them, but these people grabbed the invitations they stole from nowhere and insisted on participating, holding the invitations and shrunk to one side, preferring to be spit on a few mouthfuls rather than die.
Meng Fuyao thought for a while, and beckoned them to the leader who had a big mole on his face and three long hairs on the mole. The man came over with great joy, and after asking a few words, he found out that the Eleventh Prince's campaign against prostitution and crime was vigorous and vigorous. But the relationship with the underworld is so unclear, so where did the people caught come from? Naturally, it was the other gangs that did not pay him protection fees, as well as the weak and helpless wanderers of the rivers and lakes. These people are the real lost dogs who are forced to have nowhere to live. The big tree has a chance of survival.
Meng Fuyao squatted there, sighing: "They are all poor people..."
The guild leader below burst into tears, trying desperately to give Meng Fuyao money: "Leader, count us in at least one of us."
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, this is good, she was the first to call the leader, and she shouted so loudly, she smiled wretchedly, clapped her hands and stood up, and said: "Since I have become the leader, I won't let you shout for nothing. , from now on, you will do three things for me, if you do it well, you will have no worries from now on.”
She didn't listen to the group of buzzing and surprised comments below, and said loudly: "First, the church will send out the best sluts, prostitutes, barbers, back rubs, and even thieves. In short, I don't care who you send. Do everything possible to get close to the entourage of the Eleventh Prince, and find out who has specific collusion with which gangs, and it must be specific to the factions of each gang."
"Second, after the list is drawn up, it will be handed over to the chief rudder of Baishan, and then all gangs will choose the gang members with the highest martial arts, and they will only kill the entourage of the eleventh prince. Leave the imprints of each guild, remember, to cross hands - A entourage will have contact with B guild, C entourage and D guild will have a good relationship, E entourage and own guild will fight fiercely, so when killing A, keep C's logo, kill The sign I left behind at C... yours, understand?"
She asked the chief rudder of Baishan, if the other party realized something, he nodded and asked: "Can different factions of the same gang be used?"
Meng Fuyao glanced at him appreciatively, and said, "Young children can be taught."
The chief rudder of Baishan smiled wryly and was taught by Ruzi, and asked again: "Why did you attack the entourage? Isn't the eleventh prince leading the bandit suppression?"
"Don't tell me you want to assassinate the Eleventh Prince?" Meng Fuyao laughed, "At this time, he must be on guard, but his clerks may be surrounded by guards and guards? It's not easy to kill the Eleventh Prince, but it's not difficult to kill a few of the entourages, right? ?”
"As for why you want to kill the attendants." Meng Fuyao spread his hands, "Do you think the prince is idle? Do you think the leaders do things in person? The eleventh prince wiped out the green forests in the northern border. With his honorable status, he may personally come forward and talk to the leaders of the green forests of the major gangs. Negotiate recruitment or private agreement? You must know that leaders are used to draw circles, and those who do practical things are the followers, and these followers must be driven by interests to collude with the gangs who want to be dealt with by the imperial court. Among the attendants, because of the conflict of interests, there will inevitably be disagreements. At this time, A’s relationship household killed C, and C’s relationship household killed B. Looking back, some have old enemies, and some may be friends. … Think about it, what kind of chaos and confusion will it be?"
Everyone listened in silence, although they were rough men with low culture, they gradually felt the taste, and their eyes gradually brightened.
"When too many people die too strangely, the current balance and friendly relationship between the Eleventh Prince and the Northland Green Forest will be broken, whether it is the side of the Eleventh Prince's entourage or the suspected Northland Greenwood. The Eleventh Prince will suspect Beidi Lulin has ulterior motives, and the Beidi Greenwood will suspect that the Eleventh Prince has other plans... You know, the relationship between people, once clouded shadow, it will go in a worse direction... "
When Meng Fuyao said this, her eloquent words suddenly stopped, and her heart sank for no reason. She raised her eyes subconsciously, and saw the elder grandson Wuji who had been silent on the opposite side slowly raising his eyes, his eyes were as deep as the sea. Covering her, her eyes tightened in her heart, she turned her eyes unnaturally, and even though she felt uninterested, she didn't want to talk too much with these people, and said simply: "When the attendants died too much, the Xuanji court also There will be actions... Of course, I don’t need to tell you this.”
"Who is your Excellency?" The chief rudder of Baishan stared at Meng Fuyao quietly, his eyes flickering, "Your strategy is certainly good, but how can we trust you?"
"Why do you believe it?" Meng Fuyao smiled, "Do you think it's necessary to spend such a big effort to lie to you with my martial arts?"
Everyone was silent, Meng Fuyao let go and threw a snow-white thing into the hands of the chief helmsman of Baishan, saying: "Some things require money and people to back them up, this is for you, get it from any company named Guang De’s medicine hall, as you know, there are Guangde medicine halls all over the world. You can ask them for money, people, food, or drink, but you are not allowed to ask for anything. Buried, I will send someone to fetch it."
The chief helmsman of Baishan Tuo agreed, and carefully put away the jade-inlaid belt, Meng Fuyao gave another warning, saying: "If you mess it up and lose it, I'll kill your whole family."
She looked stingyly at the chief helm of Baishan Tuo who put away his belt more carefully, and said with a casual smile: "Actually, I also have hidden clues with the Eleventh Prince..."
Everyone let out an "ah" in surprise, and looked at her with burning eyes.
Meng Fuyao said again: "I heard that the Eleventh Prince recently promised that whoever reports the content of your gathering will be rewarded with a sixth-rank military title..."
Everyone said "Ah" again, before the "Ah" was finished, Meng Fuyao suddenly laughed out loud, and stretched out his hand to grab it like lightning!
"It's you!"
Her laughter was mixed with a scream from someone, and then a black shadow flashed, as if something had been thrown out, whirling in the air and about to land, before everyone could see what it was, Changsun Wuji's eyes flashed suddenly, and his clothes With a flick of the sleeve, it was as soft as a silk net, and he put the thing in his sleeve. The thing rolled and rolled in his sleeve softly, and then he gently shook it very casually but carefully, without even a blade of grass. Surprised, he went straight into a deep valley next to him.
Immediately after hearing a loud "boom", the ground shook. After a long while, a cloud of black smoke surged up from the deep valley, and a small black-red cloud formed over the platform, spreading in the air instantly. The pungent smell of gunpowder and gunpowder smoke mixed with the gray and black mist, obscuring the originally bright sun on the platform.
Giant Thunderbolt!
There was another exclamation. Obviously, this thing was prepared for them. The platform is so big. As long as it hits the crowd, two people will die, a pair will die, and twelve people will die, and Da Luo Jinxian will also die. Can't escape.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and Meng Fuyao's figure appeared, with her hand tightly clutching the throat of a thin man, someone shouted angrily: "Isn't that the vice-chairman of the Feihong Society?"
"It turned out to be a spy!"
The crowd was outraged, and the content of greetings rose again to the important parts of mothers, sisters, sisters, and aunts. This time, the greetings had a direct target, so the vice-chairman and even his grandparents were pulled out of the grave and had N times deep physical sex with all the heroes. close contact.
The thin man was still trying to survive, struggling and shouting: "No, no! Wrong! Wrong!"
Meng Fuyao smiled and raised his hand, there was still black powder from lightning bullets between his fingers, the level of firearms in this era is average, a musket is just a shotgun with a long barrel, and the surface of the lightning bullets is rough, it is inevitable that they will stick to their hands.
"It's not a spy, I said I have a secret line with the Eleventh Prince and you're nervous? I'm not a spy, I said I have a sixth-rank military position and you're excited?" Meng Fuyao waved his hand and threw this guy to the chief helmsman of Baishan, "This is The third thing I want to do is that if there are too many people, good and bad will inevitably be mixed, there must be spies in your gathering, now I will find out for you, and you know to be careful when you do things in the future?"
The chief helmsman of Baishan Tuo nodded silently, took a step back sincerely to show his respect, Meng Fuyao clapped his hands, and said: "That's it, let's do our own things, don't try to find me, I will send someone to contact me when I have time and need you."
She strode through the crowd, coming and going quickly, everyone silently stepped aside, a little perplexed but more admiringly looking at the airborne lord leader, who has extremely high martial arts skills, skilled in scheming, casually It was full of tricks that they would never have imagined, and saved their lives casually, but they didn't know why they suddenly fell from the sky and inserted such a kick.
Although everyone is rough, they also know that there is a kind of person who is condescending and controls the overall situation, who ignores the situation and puts everything under his feet.
Meng Fuyao walked indifferently under the reverent eyes of the man in the green forest in the north of Xuanji, saw that the sky was already dim, and the clouds were moving around in the twilight. He frowned and thought that he was going to sleep in the mountains today, and turned to look at his eldest grandson Wuji. I wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that I didn't know what to say.
After a long while, she sighed and continued to walk ahead in silence.
Master Yuan Bao rushed up to please, and squatted on Meng Fuyao's shoulder. Meng Fuyao raised his hand to brush it off. He tore off a few wild onions and handed them to Mr. Yuan Bao who climbed up again.
Master Yuan Bao raised his paw in astonishment, and hugged him obediently.
Meng Fuyao searched again, and found a few spicy ginger flowers, roots that tasted like ginger, and handed them to Master Yuan Bao to hold.
Master Yuan Bao thought... I want to be obedient, and an obedient Yuan Bao can pull back that stubborn bull, so he continued to hug him obediently.
Meng Fuyao took out his pocket again, found a small handful of salt, and handed it to Master Yuanbao.
Master Yuan Bao can't hold it anymore... He has a big belly, and there are limited things he can hold, so he has to hold it in his mouth.
Such jingling jingling walking