Fu Yue quickly grabbed Yu Yan's collar to prevent her from rushing in.
But Fu Yue found that she was thinking too much.
Yu Yan, this dead woman regretted her life very much, following her movement of grabbing her collar, she immediately stopped, without even making a fuss about struggling.
Fu Yue: "..."
Yu Yan: "Wooooooow, my White Jade Guanyin, oh-"
Fu Yue clicked on Yu Yan's dumb point, grabbed her by the back of the collar, took her away, and flew away, allowing Yu Yan's girl to experience airsickness for a while.
Yu Yan: ah ah ah—
I'm airsick, slow down!
The Treasure Pavilion in Shenjue Palace was set on fire.
This incident caused an uproar in the Jianghu in an instant.
The backyard was on fire.
The Shenjue Palace was once reduced to a laughing stock.
The master of the Shenjue Palace was furious and vowed to find the culprit. She never thought that the culprit was the apprentice she was most proud of, and the shame she wanted to get rid of a few days ago.
After doing this bad thing.
Fu Yue went back to the inn, and saw a man lying on his bed, wearing a red dress, with a high ponytail. The man fell on the bed, face down, and he was straight.
This person is obviously Ji Qinglin.
As soon as he stepped in, Fu Yue could smell the smell of alcohol all over the room. His eyes fell, and he saw several wine jugs lying upside down in front of the bed, empty.
She frowned.
What kind of wine is this person drinking
Fu Yue walked to the bed and pulled Ji Qinglin's sleeves, but this person was rather heavy, "Wake up, Ji Qinglin! Wake up—"
The red-clothed swordsman twisted, but didn't respond, and continued to sleep.
"Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while, I have a headache..."
Probably because of the alcohol, his voice was a little hoarse and sounded a little seductive.
Fu Yue continued to tug on Ji Qinglin's sleeve.
Then her waist was clasped by the opponent's backhand, and a strong force hit Fu Yue's waist by a pair of bony hands.
The man's head was buried in her neck, and kisses fell from his soft lips.
Fu Yue: "???"
This person went crazy as soon as he came up
Fu Yue frowned and dodged to the side, stretched out her hand to push the person in front of her, "Ji Qinglin, wake up, get out of the way, why are you so drunk in broad daylight?"
The man bit her in pain.
Fu Yue took a breath: "Hiss—"
She raised her elbow against Ji Qinglin's chest, slammed her arm over, and pushed the man away, "Ji Qinglin, you—"
After seeing the appearance of this person clearly.
The words in Fu Yue's mouth stopped abruptly, and her eyes widened slightly.
This person in front of me.
High nose and thin lips, a pair of peach blossom eyes are long and narrow and attractive, and the eyebrows and eyes are a little strange for no reason.
This person is undoubtedly Qi Chen, not Ji Qinglin.
Fu Yue: "..."
wcccc, why is this person crazy? Come over wearing Ji Qinglin's clothes, how should she react
The other party's curled and thick eyelashes trembled, and they slowly opened the eyelashes. The golden color flashed in the pupils, as light as the sun, which was incredibly beautiful.
"What are you pushing me for?"
The grievances flashed across the man's eyes. Looking at him like this was inexplicably soft, soft. Looking at it made people feel that it was his fault, and he couldn't bear to blame him anymore.
He softly moved towards Fu Yue again.
But who is Fu Yue!
She can bear it!
Fu Mode's emotional boss Yue pushed the person in front of him away without hesitation, and his voice was a little cold: "Master Qi, please respect yourself."
Qi Chen's eyes were instantly clear.
He seems to have solved the blindfold just now, revealing his face...
"Master Qi, please explain, why did you appear in my room and wear... this clothes?"
Fu Yue's voice was dangerous.