17

Because the wine jar was sprinkled, the entrance to smelling cherry was the fragrance of a room.

The man's long hair was scattered, and her cheeks were flushed. When she saw her, she closed her eyes, and then closed it. The question was asked by letter, and she didn't seem to want to ask for an answer. This reminded Wen Ying of the inexplicable Feng Li, and Chixiao Demon loves the red clothing, but if he puts his red clothing on this person, there will be another style that will captivate the world.

The girl behind Wen Ying suddenly blushed.

"... The word is outrageous. The son of the royal family said that he was old with the Lin family. Only then did he ask me to say a few words." Wen Ying walked carefully and approached him. When he approached him, he poured a cup of tea. Like a virtuous wife, "Husband, wake up at the bar with a cup of tea."

He seemed to have a meal when he heard her soft tone calling him "Fujun", and took a teacup and sat down and sipped slowly.

The majestic frown on her back seemed to be incomprehensible. This statement was untrue. The two kings of Lin only had hatred. Where is there old, but the male host actually acquiesced in the hostess's words.

"I heard that Fu Jun was competing with others today, and I don't know if it was a win or a loss?" She took the hot towel in the hands of the maid in preparation for wiping the man's sweat, rolled up her sleeves, and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead little by little for him.

His eyes were drooping, like a human illusion, and the drunken flush on his face was deeper.

"..."

"It doesn't matter if you lose, whoever is arguing with the husband, just tell me, I'll grab his heart someday, how can I be angry with the husband?"

The maid secretly lifted her eyes and lifted her eyes strangely.

Master Lin said no more. Instead, Wen Ying was the main target of the visitor. In a soft and gentle tone, he advised him and worked hard for him. He played a tenth of ten good wives. Later, she coaxed the drunken man to bed, but wanted to give him a wide dress, and he didn't allow it. He only said that he was too tired.

Wen Ying was tired and sweaty. She called the maid to send hot water, filled the tub, and told her to come in and wait for her to bathe and change her clothes.

But at this moment, the person lying on the bed suddenly said: "You go out."

This was said to Chong Ma, who pointed at herself suspiciously.

"The husband has a weird temper and moody mood. You should bear more." Wen Ying was gentle and polite. The maid was flattered and said "Dare not" again and then retreated with doubt.

Wen Ying asked the man sideways: "The husband drove my maid away. Do you want to clean my body for me and change my nightwear?"

He had closed his eyes, as if he was invincible, but he felt a sense of panic running away.

Wen Yingxiao glanced at the person on the bed and went to wash herself. After washing, the person on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep, with regular ups and downs. Compared with his appearance when he woke up, his sleeping posture was unexpectedly upright, occupying only half of his position. Wen Ying wore a snow-white coat, her body was refreshing and clean, and there was still unheated heat on her skin.

The woman's fragrance incense into the wine, even if the wine is not drunk, everyone should be drunk.

She crossed the place where he was going to go, but Fang twisted his semi-dried hair and scattered it, and somehow caught it on his hook strap, entangled together, she hissed, pulled her scalp, and had to sideways hair.

She couldn't see clearly, and there was no way to solve it. At this moment, the man's hand stretched out.

The moment the two knuckles touched together, they stopped, and soon she moved away, making it easier for him to operate.

From his direction, I could only see the woman's face, like the fat-like skin, and her curvature was so beautiful, obedient and submissive. He dangled his dark eyelashes and unraveled her hair intently.

Originally it was just a few roots, but she only went to solve it and made it even more chaotic, like a knot.

"If not, just use scissors to hinge it. It's only a little long, and I don't feel distressed," she said.

"No need to."

He only returned these two words, tedious steps, but his thoughts were clear, although the movement was not fast, but it was very smooth and patient, as if he was familiar with such a situation.

In the process, some water fell. Wen Ying's hair hadn't been completely wringed out, and now a tip of his hair fell softly on him. The water soaked through the fabric and made his skin suddenly cool, but he seemed to be palpitated like he was burned Suddenly locked his hands back.

"All right."

He said. Yu Ming raised her eyes slightly, but saw her smile brightly and charmingly, "Thank you husband." The voice was soft, like the dripping water, and like a snake, which had been entangled in people's hearts.

*

After a while, Wen Ying seemed to have truly become an aborigine, and lived a quiet little life, except that her husband had to be drunk every day-he was not famous, and no one was in charge-the rest There aren't too many undulations, or if it's just an illusion, it really has a posture to live forever.

On this day, she was painting in the right wing and opened the window, facing the oblique branches outside the courtyard, with flowers buds on it, and birds chirping on the branches, jumping from one end to the other, as if making trouble Spring is very lively.

Wen Ying held the chin in one hand, and added a few lines in one hand, while the rest was careless, and only a few strokes looked similar.

Suddenly, a bird cries again, and the sound is pleasing, intermittently, but instead attracts her attention and looks up. A shadow on the window sill flashed like a cat, knocking over her inkstone.

A man asked from inside the room, "Who?"

"It's nothing." Wen Ying glared at the person who was sitting on the window sill and raised her eyebrows, replied inwards, "A black cat came over and overturned Yantai."

There was no speech in it.

"How are you staying at the Lin family?" Feng Li smiled evilly, but also lowered his voice deliberately, "Young lady?"

Wen Ying did not continue, and asked him, "Yes, how about you?"

"I didn't even notice that you have a husband." His smile was still there, and the dark and dark eyes flashed with anger, "I was negligent, what did he do to you?"

She laughed: "What can I do with him ?!"

Feng Li and her looked at each other for a long while, and then ticked the corner of their mouth. "It's still convenient to kill, a hundred." As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ying grabbed his cuff. "Don't be fooled, you kill him to endless trouble. I do n't want to reveal my identity yet. "

It was this sentence that calmed him down. He snorted in the direction of the bedroom and calmed his emotions for a long time. He said: "Forget it, I have killed your maidservant."

"Oh."

"You won't stop me this time?" He seemed to smile.

"I know she has a problem."

Wen Ying did find that she had ghosts, but whoever thought she hadn't done anything, everything was done. She couldn't help thinking that when she asked her maid to bathe and change her clothes, the man in the room "go out".

"Well, I probably know that you have been in contact with spirit liquid in the restaurant, and I just used your identity to start you. When I sneaked in, she was colluding with others, but at most it was the early cultivation of the Tandan, I did not wait for her. Undoing the illusion of disillusionment kills people, and should not alarm others. "

The fight between the Tandan period and the Tandan period is easy to cause movement. Even if the later stage can crush the early stage, but before the other party fails to react, it will be used before turning from the maidservant to the monk of the Dandan. The closure is obviously accurate. Yes, fast and steady, and live up to his usual methods.

It was just the disappearance of a maidservant, it was easier to follow up.

"As for her associates, he didn't expect him to spend a lot of time, and most of them would dispel the idea."

She called sweetly, "Thank you Ali."

"It's quick to change your face." He glanced at her with a smile, brushed her forehead, and said back to the topic, "You don't go out much, you don't know the situation outside. Now some people have advanced by spirit liquid and entered the knot. Later, this trend may not stop this trend. "

Everyone's heart is a psychic magic weapon. In the past, it was because it could not beat the predecessors of the late Tandan. In the illusion, the importance of rank is clearly emphasized. Flood discharge is bound to be unstoppable.

He has a special physique. If he changes back to his original shape, he can overwhelm many later stages of the blood formation. However, according to the current progress, sooner or later some people will enter the Yuan infant period. When the Yuan infant period is reached, the blood formation stage cannot be compared with it.

Wen Ying shook his head seriously and said, "Even if you do, you can't drink."

"I know." He smiled at her. "In two days, there will be an auction exchange meeting between monks in the city. The host will release the news that there will be a lot of spirit. You are right. This illusion is very weird. Even if you want people to kill each other and seduce them with treasures, why do you do more? Spirit solution must be a problem. But even if we do n't use it, we ca n't watch it cast a batch of Yuanying monks, if possible , Intercept it, what do you think? "

She thought deeply, "This is a try."

During the time of speaking, Feng Li's finger swiped on the paper she drew. A small bird made of paper flapped its wings and flew up and down, and then the color was injected into its body from the airflow, from the eyes to Feathers are colored one by one, lifelike.

"There is something to bring it to me in the future." He handed her over to Wen Ying and glanced at the bedroom. "Except for you and me, everyone else will spontaneously destroy it when you touch it. Don't worry."

The bird tweeted softly and pecked at Wenying's palm.

*

The auction is on schedule, and the two Lin Wangs have some reputation in the capital. Fengli's recent momentum is even higher. This time Wen Ying appeared with him, and a lot of gossip broke out. But because she and the Lin family are both gas-refining monks, there is no dependency relationship, and everyone else can only say that they have different intentions.

But Feng Li was different. Feng Li became a monk of Dandan, and the people in the illusion did not feel too bizarre, and accepted this fact with a good attitude. From his identity as a monk, he inferred that he was with Wen Ying and was looking for a beautiful furnace to practice.

Suddenly, a blue ghost flame suddenly appeared at the loudest point of the discussion, which caused a cry.

Others murmured when they saw it, but at that time Feng Li was angry and dared not speak again.

Wen Ying hid in Feng Li's arms as if she was "grieved". "Come on, don't cry." The man followed her long hair, seemingly smiling and carrying a black pot for her. The beauty was in her arms. What could not be discussed?

At this moment, the first auction item on the stage was pushed up.

It was a two-person bird cage, which was arranged like a palace and was magnificent. There was a two-headed Luo Luo bird patting the girl in the cage with his wings, like comfort. The woman's back to the people, the dress is simple and cool, and a blue silk falls behind him, just looking at the back is graceful.

"The first lot was a female repairer with Xuanyin's physique, and the excellent furnace material. I don't know which adult is interested in a product?"

Ding Jieyi.

Wen Ying held the sign in his hand without hesitation. This seems to be her destiny, and she will always be humiliated in the early days, but once her accumulated power explodes, it can't be ignored. The person who has always been proud has become a furnace, even if it is only in the illusion, she may not be able to bear it.

The original master is the real Xuanyin physique. For the immortal world, men who are eager to take shortcuts are extremely enthusiastic about the female cultivators who make up the Xuanyin physique, because they can not only help them advance, but they will not get mad.

At first, if she did not pretend to commit suicide by jumping off the cliff, she lost her aura of destiny, and really returned to the martial arts. Waiting for her end will also be the fate of being married. This is just the best possibility.

At the same time, in the other direction, someone also raised a sign, asking twice as much as hers.

Wen Ying looked sideways, suddenly startled. Feng Li naturally found her abnormality, leaned over and asked her: "How?"

She frowned, "How could he be here."

"Who?"

"My husband."