The tree house collapsed?

Chen Xuanqiu was shocked. Although he wished that Marquis Ji would die, he could never die in this place at this time.

In that case, even if Yin Shou insists on helping him, he will have to pay a considerable price.

Chen Xuanqiu screamed in surprise: "Save people quickly!" and rushed up.

Nazha looked bitter and complained to Daji, "I just said that the wooden house is too heavy, and it has to be fixed with hardware silk and large wood, and no vines."

Daji said unconvincedly: "If you want to be integrated with nature, you have to use a vine to make it. It is obvious that he is too heavy, and I calculated it based on the size and weight of the master."

Nazha rolled her eyes and said, "You're just a duck dead and your mouth is still hard! If you say that, then something will happen if you add any furniture in this room in the future. Besides, Ji Hou is very shriveled, he is not as heavy as Su Su."

Daji muttered, "It's not my fault anyway, I'm only responsible for designing it. You built the wooden house."

Nazha was furious and rolled up her sleeves and said, "Are you trying to shirk responsibility?"

Daji didn't suffer any loss in front of him, and quickly smiled and said, "Look at it, Marquis Ji was pulled out, he was not dead."

Nazha turned her head and saw Chen Xuanqiu and Qianmo sitting up from the pile of rotten wood. Although the man was embarrassed, he looked exactly like Ji Hou.

As expected, Ji Hou was not dead, and Nazha felt relieved.

Daji said flatteringly: "Isn't it difficult to install your bed alone? We can't help here, why don't I help you with the bed?"

Nazha thought, she should not go over Susu’s angry head and said, “Let’s go! Let’s install it.”

The two of them tiptoed back to the underground hut and assembled the rack and bed.

Chen Xuanqiu helped Marquis Ji up and asked with concern: "Mr. Ji, are you still safe?"

Ji Hou said in pain: "Don't...don't touch my leg, it's broken."

Chen Xuanqiu quickly raised his other arm: "Come on, I will help you up first, let's go find a doctor immediately."

Ji Hou moaned again in pain: "Don't move, let go of me. The other leg was also broken..."

...

Fatty Cheng, the chef of Yang's mansion, was very sad today. This was the first time that the new owner had invited guests to the house.

Fatty Cheng carefully designed twenty-four delicacies, and originally wanted to show off his skills in front of his new owner.

Unfortunately, today's welcome banquet was temporarily cancelled.

Fatty Cheng looked at the plates of ingredients prepared on the chopping board and sighed slowly.

In the Yang Mansion guesthouse, Ji Hou, who was wearing splints on his legs, also sighed slowly.

He is very tired, tired and painful now.

Chen Xuanqiu was very sad. He just killed someone and didn't mess with him like this. He had some solutions to kill Mr. Ji, but he really never thought of letting others suffer.

He had already recognized Nan Zi just now. Nan Zi was originally wearing men's clothes and deliberately avoided his gaze. He did not look at Ji Hou's entourage with particular concern, so he never recognized him.

But when Ji Hou fell from the tree, Nan Zi had just removed her outer robe from the tree house, wearing only a woman's underwear, and rushed down to save the person. So Chen Xuanqiu recognized him at a glance.

Nan Zi looked at Chen Xuanqiu's eyes and felt a little unhappy.

Nanzi is a beautiful woman with a vivid and fragrant beauty. Such a beautiful woman looks at a man with big eyes that can speak and a look of anger and blame. She will feel ashamed if she is a man.

Chen Xuanqiu is ashamed now.

Nan Zi must have thought it was his intentional trick. This method seemed too childish and childish.

But Chen Xuanqiu was also having trouble. No matter how he defended it, the effect would be counterproductive.

The only thing he can do now is to hire the best doctor and use some of the best medicines.

Fortunately, Ji Hou was not in danger of his life, so he would not fall into an embarrassing dilemma.

Those who also live in the guest house include Yu Shaozhu and his eight disciples. The old man Yue Zhuo in the inner house is shrouded in the divine thoughts. The entire Yang Mansion is under the control of his mind, so there is no need to worry about Ji Hou running away.

Chen Xuanqiu was busy until late at night. Qianmo and Nanzi asked him to leave with a cold expression. Chen Xuanqiu said goodbye awkwardly.

After walking out of the guesthouse, Chen Xuanqiu became more and more angry the more he thought about it. Those two troublemakers!

Chen Xuanqiu ran to the back house with a angrily aspiration and walked into the wild and wild place.

When he arrived at the underground hut, Chen Xuanqiu opened the vine and saw that the door opened as soon as he pulled it. Daji seemed to have no habit of bolting the door.

Chen Xuanqiu tiptoed into the hut.

In the living room of the underground cottage, he was left with a lamp. Chen Xuanqiu felt warm and his anger calmed down a little.

Chen Xuanqiu walked in lightly and saw a very familiar bed in the corner of the second hall. Nazha was wearing a white shirt and slept on the couch with her back and forks, showing a large shape. This sleeping position is really... so bold!

Chen Xuanqiu hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and decided to settle the score with the "Zi Jin" girl.

After all, Nazha is still a child, so she is responsible for this matter.

Moreover, since Chen Xuanqiu learned that Miss Zijin was probably the "cat demon" who had assassinated him, he couldn't wait to find out the true face of Miss Zijin.

Maybe, if you take advantage of the issue, it will be a good time tonight?

Zijin's sleeping position is much more than Nazaswen. She curled up on the couch in a bow shape, breathing gently, like a cat.

It was the winter outside that was nine times outside, but this small jungle had geothermal hot springs. Under the transformation of Zijin, the heat distribution was evenly distributed, and the underground hut was particularly warm as spring, so she only built a thin quilt around her waist.

Chen Xuanqiu felt a move when he saw her curled back and the graceful curves of her white silk shirt stretching on her buttocks.

She has a tail?

The tail...even if it turns into a human form, the tail should not be changed, right? Isn’t this the case with Sun Wukong in myths and legends? Even if he is proficient in the seventy-two transformations, his tail cannot be changed.

If this is true, then...

Chen Xuanqiu looked at the two new plump buttocks, and there was a seductive gully in the middle. If there was a big fluffy tail there, it was really different.

Chen Xuanqiu is not giving up, what if there is really?

As long as she grabbed her fox tail, she would be indisputable, and she would be forced to tell the truth at that time.

Or...touch?

It is false to hear the ears, but it is true to see the eyes.

Chen Xuanqiu quietly stretched out his hand, and the keen nerves at his fingers seemed to feel the heat from her buttocks, but he didn't have the courage to move forward one inch.

At this moment, Ziqin suddenly murmured and turned over.

This turnaround will become a face to him.

Chen Xuanqiu was shocked. She was about to be caught by her, so why are she standing here?

Just now, Chen Xuanqiu had already tasted the unspeakable taste once at Ji Hou.

Chen Xuanqiu's feet were like springs, and he jumped out of the inner room with a whizzing sound. He rolled his body and flipped onto the bed lightly, then posed in a sleepy position.

Nazha was sleeping soundly, and suddenly felt the bed tremble slightly and sink slightly. She turned over, swung one leg very unhonestly, and her delicate and cute little feet were "just" on Chen Xuanqiu's mouth.
Chapter completed!