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Cong Sheng looked at the man in front of him, and for a long time he looked at the gentle and peaceful eyes with danger lurking in the depths, and finally lowered his eyes to avoid it.
"Give me time to think about it."
If he refused directly, Cong Sheng was afraid of provoking this man and making him mad. Then he would not be the one to suffer. He would have no advantage in terms of force and could only resort to procrastination.
—My dear, if you don’t show up again, I will fall in love with you.
It is not difficult to fall in love with a good and powerful man. Cong Sheng was almost unable to resist under those gentle and domineering eyes just now. This familiar heartbeat made Cong Sheng suddenly realize that he suddenly hoped that the person in front of him was the familiar soul he was looking for.
So, are you him or not
Cong Sheng, who avoided his eyes, did not notice that after he avoided it, the eyes of the Prime Minister opposite him suddenly surged, and traces of dangerous aura were revealed, giving his gentle and elegant face a bit of evil.
He smiled softly, gently and tolerantly, and those dangers slowly disappeared like fish emerging from the water and then dived back into the depths. His dark eyes were as calm and gentle as ever.
"That's fine, I will wait no matter how long it takes."
Cong Sheng nodded and prepared to leave. Every second he stayed, he felt that his heartbeat was uncontrollable for one more second. This feeling made him happy and melancholy.
Although he has never had any moral integrity, he appreciates beauties, and has been attracted by many people, but except for one person, this person is the only one who makes him completely unable to control his emotions.
The heartbeat will soon cease to exist, but once the emotion is felt, it will be very difficult to get rid of it.
He has been supporting each other for thousands of years with someone in so many lives, and he doesn't want to change to another one because he is already used to that person. After thousands of years of love, their relationship is no longer as simple as love. Cong Sheng will not easily betray their relationship unless the other party betrays and gives up first.
He has not found that person since he came to this world, and now there is another person who makes him feel excited. Cong Sheng just wants to stay as far away from this person as possible. He is afraid that if he gets along with this person again, he will really like him. Fuck him.
Cong Sheng glanced at the tall and graceful Prime Minister standing aside, and looked towards the black-clothed killer who was still lying on the ground with unknown life and death.
"Zi Chu."
A gentle and low voice came from behind. Cong Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then heard the man say again:
"Call me Zichu from now on, this is my name."
Cong Sheng indeed didn't know the Prime Minister's name, so he silently recited 'Zi Chu' several times in his mind, ignoring the bubbling pleasure.
"I took this man away."
"etc-"
As soon as Cong Sheng helped Qi Si die, Wanqi Zichu said again, "I have some good medicine here. Let's give him some first. I really shouldn't have hurt anyone just now. It's inconvenient for you to take him with you, so I'll prepare some for you." What do you think of a carriage?"
Cong Sheng finally accepted Wanqi Zichu's carriage, which came with a taciturn driver, although the driver may not be just a driver.
Chu Congsheng was not as happy as he expected after leaving Wanqizi. He looked at the black-clothed killer sleeping in the carriage in a trance.
'System, my body is completely a man's structure, right? '
With nothing to do, Cong Sheng silently communicated with the system.
'You still have female organs inside your body. 'system.
'… knew. '
Now I have no interest in chatting anymore.
Suddenly the carriage stopped suddenly. Cong Sheng steadied his body and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Master, there is someone blocking the carriage outside. Please stay in the carriage and don't come out until your subordinates investigate." The coachman replied in a low voice.
"Well, be safe."
Cong Sheng sat quietly, and there was the sound of fighting outside. Cong Sheng was on guard with a hidden weapon in one hand and poison in the other.
Si Wuming, who was opposite him, also opened his eyes at this moment. His cold and sharp eyes could not tell that he was an injured person who had just woken up from a coma. After seeing Cong Sheng clearly in the carriage, those eyes suddenly became gentle. He looked at Cong Sheng tenderly and said, "As long as you're okay."
Then he listened to the sound of fighting outside and said, "As long as I am here, I will protect you to the death."
After speaking, he struggled to get up and approach Cong Sheng, wanting to hold Cong Sheng's hand.
"You're seriously injured, lie down first." Cong Sheng avoided Si Wuming's hand without leaving a trace, pressed his shoulders and asked him to lie down.
Si Wuming darkened his eyes, said nothing, and lay down obediently, holding a short blade in his hand.
After a while, an evil and playful voice came from outside the carriage, "Is the most beautiful woman in the world inside? Come out and let me have a look."
Before Cong Sheng could say anything, Si Wuming, who was lying down, had jumped out of the carriage like a leopard. Although his movements were a little stiff, he was moving forward with momentum.
Cong Sheng sighed secretly, a loyal dog is a loyal dog, what a pity...
The sound of fighting came again, and Cong Sheng stepped out of the carriage this time. Do they all regard him as a sick cat
The wind direction was very good today. Cong Sheng squinted at the two fighting men and smiled silently. Her long black hair rose in the breeze and floated in front of Cong Sheng's eyes.
Si Wuming was injured and was obviously at a disadvantage, but his opponent was obviously not in a hurry and started to act slowly and teasingly, as if he wanted to watch his prey slowly struggle in a desperate situation.
Cong Sheng looked at the man with cold eyes, and saw his sharp eyebrows, his eyebrows flying into his temples unruly, and a pair of phoenix eyes that originally symbolized passion, but this man's face became cold and ruthless, and his pupils were full of blood. Ice chips have a look of disdain when looking at people. He was also wearing a black robe, which had no patterns at all compared to the one worn by Chi Wuming. This man's robe was embroidered with complicated patterns with gold thread, which was luxurious and majestic.
He also saw Cong Sheng beside him, his eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth raised, "Yes, she is indeed the most beautiful woman in the world. Only such a beauty is worthy of me. Woman, I have fallen in love with you."
"I won't let you take her away, she is mine." Si Wuming's eyes were so angry that his eyes were red, and he looked at the visitor with murderous intent in his eyes.
Cong Sheng just smiled softly, and then looked at the two people who fell to the ground happily.
Damn it, I can't deal with that martial arts bug Wan Qi Zichu, so I can't deal with you
When it comes to methods of administering drugs, Cong Sheng dares to be number one in this world. With thousands of years of accumulation, he is very confident. If he hadn't met Wanqi Zichu, whose martial arts had reached the acquired state and the medicine in the martial arts world was no longer useful to him, Cong Sheng would not have missed it.
There were some strange medicines in his space, but he hadn't had time to configure them yet. How could he have thought that there was a Prime Minister in this world whose martial arts obviously didn't conform to common sense
Cong Sheng, who finally found some ground, slowly walked up to the two of them. He kicked the man in black who looked at him with a complicated look - not Si Wuming - and said with a smile: "The leader of the Demon Cult, Ren Yutian. .”
Ren Yutian's eyes flashed with doubts and some appreciation. Cong Sheng pretended not to notice and took out some bottles and cans.
Pour out some pills and feed them to two people respectively.
"What kind of medicine did you give me, and where is my inner strength? Woman, don't treat me like this just because I am interested in you. Give me the antidote now, and I will forgive you. Otherwise, never think about me. I like you." Ren Yutian, who had the strength to speak, said slowly, looking at Cong Sheng with lustful eyes.
Is the IQ of this demon sect leader in arrears? ! Or is the mental retardation aura that useful? After thinking about the performances of the previous male protagonists - except for the Prime Minister - they don't seem to be very smart.
So don't blame him for being rude. Cong Sheng looked at Si Wuming who was adjusting his breath at the side, "Wu Ming, do you... like men?"
Si Wuming's face turned red, he looked at Cong Sheng and said affectionately: "I like you, whether you are a man or a woman, I like you, but don't worry, I know you are a woman disguised as a man."
Unable to communicate, she looked at Si Wuming's handsome and solemn face, and then at the handsome and charming Ren Yutian on the other side. Cong Sheng raised a frivolous and seductive smile and said to Si Wuming in a low voice: "Then... Do you want to taste a man?"
It was obvious that the black-clothed killer was not Xiaobai. His face turned red all of a sudden and spread all the way to his neck. He looked at Cong Sheng with twinkling eyes. There was expectation and rising desire in his eyes, "... Well."
Listening to Si Wuming's vague response, Cong Sheng raised the corners of his mouth.
"Then, move him into the carriage first." Cong Sheng pointed at Ren Yutian, who was completely weak.
Thinking that this leader would not humiliate you, Cong Sheng looked at Si Wuming's back and quietly sprinkled some powder on him, while ignoring Ren Yutian's lustful look. If it weren't for this look, Cong Sheng wouldn't be like this.
After a while, Cong Sheng heard the sound of clothes tearing, painful sounds, and groans coming from the carriage. Looking at the violently shaking carriage, Cong Sheng looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands, feeling very good.
"So Sheng'er likes this." The ghost's familiar voice sounded in Cong Sheng's ears, and his warm breath blew in Cong Sheng's ears, and an extra arm appeared around his waist.
Looking at the familiar green color, Cong Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Are you following me?"
"No, it misses you."
A huge hot stick was pushed against her buttocks, and her body was tightly imprisoned. Cong Sheng could not break free.
Her earlobe felt hot, and then there was a small pain. Cong Sheng frowned, "You want to be strong? Don't let me look down on you."
The belt was pulled open, the robe was taken off, and a familiar heat surged in the body, "You drugged me?!"
"Didn't you say you want to give me time?"
"Didn't I give it to you? Has Sheng'er thought about it? Well, no matter whether Sheng'er thought about it or not, dad can't bear it anymore."