Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 19: Undress the enemy

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Meng Fuyao ran away just now, Yuan Zhaoxu watched her lithe figure melt like a bird into the light yellow emerald green of the autumn mountains, smiled silently, and then strolled towards Taifu's horse.

"You drive slowly, dragging Qi Xunyi to Yanjing, I will take her first, so as not to be always in the sight of those people and cause trouble."

The old lady Fu squinted her old eyes and looked at Yuan Zhaoxu, as if looking at her very satisfied nephew, stroked her beard and smiled.

"Where are you going?"

"It's also Yanjing. I came here to deal with Qi Xunyi on the occasion of your mission to Taiyuan to celebrate Emperor Taiyuan's birthday. How could I miss this opportunity?"

"Haha... up to you."

"And I heard that this birthday celebration, he... also came."

"Ah? Hasn't he been under house arrest in Tiansha's capital? Will the Emperor Tiansha release him?"

"The dragon is trapped in the wild, but it is only for a while, but if there is an opportunity, it will rise." Yuan Zhaoxu turned around and looked to the west of the sky thoughtfully, with yearning and smile in his expression, and his spirit became more and more radiant, " And the gale that sweeps across the five continents and shakes the world is about to rise..."

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"Why do we want to break away from the main force?" Meng Fuyao swiftly set up a fire and quickly skinned the hunted pheasant with a dagger, "Also, why should I go with you?"

Yuan Zhaoxu was leaning against an old tree, lying comfortably, with clean fallen leaves under his body, Master Yuan Bao pouted his buttocks, and was still pulling the fallen leaves, he couldn't help but pile them under his master's body.

Its pulling posture was weird and vicious, facing Yuan Zhaoxu, pushing the leaves towards him, its fat and short hind legs kicked back the broken leaves and dust, and sitting behind it was Meng Fuyao.

At the beginning, Meng Fuyao didn't want to always argue with a narrow-minded pet. After eating a few mouthfuls of ashes, he realized that some animals were too fat and too thin if they didn't know how to treat them well. Yuan Bao didn't pay attention, and stuffed it into its mouth viciously.

So a certain vegetarian animal immediately ran to the river to rinse its mouth, and the fire was finally clean.

Yuan Zhaoxu then answered her question.

"If you are willing to be stared at by a few wolves all day, you can choose to walk slowly. Also, I don't seem to have asked you to walk with me, you came here by yourself."

Meng Fuyao thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the case, so he couldn't help saying awkwardly, "Who says there is only one road from Xuanyuan Mountain to Yanjing."

Yuan Zhaoxu glanced at her with a smile, not wanting to remind this self-deceiving guy that there are actually other ways to get to Yanjing.

The twigs in the fire were crackling and crackling, which made the faces of the two people blush and drunk. There was a warm factor in the air, which made the cold moonlight hanging high on the treetops in the distance seem to be warm. a bit.

On the opposite side, the smiling man raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes and hair were so black that they shone brilliantly, but his red lips were even redder than the flames.

Meng Fuyao hated Jiuquan's sitting upright, looking at his nose, nose and heart, and didn't want to be always induced by stunning beauty to arrhythmia.

Especially when that stunning beauty always patrols her body time and time again with eyes full of interest.

After sitting for a while and feeling really suffocated, Meng Fuyao stood up abruptly and said, "I'm going for a walk."

Yuan Zhaoxu looked up at the night, and then at the dark woods around him, and couldn't bear to remind her that this excuse for walking was a bit ridiculous.

Meng Fuyao was displeased by his smiling eyes, and said loudly, "I'm going to sing."

This time Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyebrows with puzzled eyes, Meng Fuyao smiled triumphantly and went to "sing".

Because he didn't want to "sing" too loudly and be heard by Yuan Zhaoxu, Meng Fuyao walked a long way in the quiet woods before finding a place to squat down, half of his trousers were taken off, and his hands suddenly stopped.

The forest at midnight was strangely quiet, except for a little wind wandering, even the night owl was dumb, and there might be the soft chirping of autumn insects on weekdays, but it was no longer heard at this time.

A broken moon shot down from the treetops, casting her long shadow on the ground. The shadow was divided into sections by the black shadows of the trees and rocks behind her, but the outline could still be barely distinguished.

Meng Fuyao squatted halfway, maintaining the posture of taking off half of his trousers, moving his fingers up little by little silently, trying to pull up his trousers, with the corners of his eyes slanting to distinguish his own shadow... feet, hands, neck... head, Well, over there, what is the semicircular one protruding from the square rock next to it

Sweat was dripping from the palms of his hands, sticking to his trousers wetly, Meng Fuyao's heart was beating up and down, pounding the silent night.

That's... the top of a person's head.

Clutching his pants tightly with his fingers, Meng Fuyao hated himself secretly for why he had to run so far alone, heh, how many people are behind the rocks, most likely he wanted to wait for his pants to be unbuttoned and take advantage of the situation.

At this time, it is impossible to untie the pants, and at this time, pulling the pants is controlled by others.

Meng Fuyao squatted halfway, her waist was already sore.

The semicircle on the rock behind him moved slightly, as if a little impatient.

Meng Fuyao calculated the time, and found desperately that according to this distance, if he chose to pull his trousers down and fasten his trouser belt, and his hands could not be drawn out, it would definitely be too late to deal with the opponent's attack.

Extreme tension brings extreme silence, and gradually you can hear the gurgling of the stream in the distance, or the slight sound of the wings of night birds crossing the pond.

In the night, Meng Fuyao's black eyes flashed with black light, and he suddenly gritted his teeth viciously.

Her eyes were fierce and bright, with a fierceness and determination that ordinary women could not have.

The wind swept over from the other side of the woods, causing the shadows of the trees to sway, and the top of the head behind the rocks also swayed.

Meng Fuyao suddenly let go and let go of his belt.

The trousers immediately fell down, and the robe swished down at the same time to cover up his shame. Meng Fuyao leaned back and flipped over the rocks like a big bird. His extremely flexible body was like a spring. Luo, the two of them were facing each other behind the rocks, and the two of them were caught off guard by Meng Fuyao's sudden attack, and they were covered by fat pants just as they jumped up.

Before the tearing was over, Meng Fuyao had already appeared behind them like a ghost, his snow-colored long legs flashed in the voluminous male robe, instantly grabbed the opponent's neck, turned around, and twisted fiercely in the air!

I heard a thrilling creak in the darkness.

The man's head immediately drooped limply.

A stern look flashed across Meng Fuyao's eyes, and Meng Fuyao didn't regret her ruthless attack. The moment she turned over the rock just now, she saw the poisonous net in the hands of those two people. The color of the poison was an ambiguous pink. A dead Taoist priest trained with iron and blood, learned a lot, and has extraordinary strengths that ordinary people can't reach. At a glance, he recognized that it was the "Crisp Fragrance Powder" that was spread in the Wuzhou Continent and was specially used by the upper-class nobles to rob or deal with women from good families.

This thing has ruined the innocence of many women from good families, and how many people's lives have been harmed. Those who have this thing in their hands are all scumbags with no conscience. Meng Fuyao saw it today, how could he let it go

The other person saw that Meng Fuyao took off his trousers and attacked the enemy. His attack was quick and ruthless. In the blink of an eye, his companion was already dead in the twisting of her legs. Shocked, he tossed his trousers and ran away. Hear a sneer behind him.

"Look at my thigh, want to go?"