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How similar?

Like whom?

Could it be, Chen Huanxian?

Chen Baiqi was helpless. She was dressed like this, and he could find out the "clues" from it?

If this person was not "fire eyes gold", he would have been too obsessed with it.

"I don't know what the emperor said... but... please beg me to show mercy." Chen Baiqi's cheeks were pressed up, and his black eyes were smooth, like a pouting flat-mouth duck. When he spoke, he opened his mouth and closed it inexplicably, and there was a strange sense of joy.

She was not surprised or screaming, but she felt a bit compromised when she could hold the soft buns.

She saw that Mengchangjun had dozens of kilograms of strong wine smelled like a lot of wine. She looked normal, but she was really drunk. Perhaps she was still a little sober and vigilant, but these actions and words were all supported by instinct, and her mind was probably not clear.

At this time, try to follow him, coax him, and follow him.

In fact, from the beginning, she used this face similar to "Chen Huanxian" to "exchange" Mengchangjun's attention. She thought that if Mengchangjun didn't like her as bland as water, she prefers her beautiful and rich look like a peony. With this impression in his mind, she had at least increased the "bargaining chips" left behind.

If a person has no future, he will have immediate worries. She feels that she has put so much effort into doing the "Dance Girl" task, and no matter how he is, God should reward her with some "luck".

"What kind of mercy is left? Hum?" Mengchangjun raised his lips, his tone was light, dragging the stretched tail sound, and laughing with a bit of drunkenness and dissipation of evil spirit.

Fortunately, the coldness of the evil spirit just now disappeared a lot.

Seeing this, Chen Baiqi stopped pleading. This person was used to being more and more capable, and did not play according to common sense. She probably continued to follow his words and would only be fooled by him.

If she couldn't even deal with a drunk, she felt that her first half of her life had been in vain.

Chen Baiqi sighed, and she planned to talk at her rhythm.

She raised her eyes, a pair of peach powder stained with apricot eyes, clear and beautiful eyes, steady, with a little pity, helplessness, and a little bit of temptation: "Mr., now you are surrounded by enemies on all sides, and you are in your wolf den and tiger nest...but you still don't know."

She thought she was very thoughtful, but she didn't know... it didn't necessarily fall into the heart of the obedient.

A gust of south wind blew, blowing Chen Baiqi's sighing softly, but with a slight coldness, as if the words should have been gentle, were stained with the frost and snow under the moon, and the smell changed.

The light under the corridor is actually dim, and it is not as bright as the moonlight outside the steps. In addition, Chen Baiqi's slap face enveloped Mengchangjun's tall and deep body, making him look petite and dark, even his facial features are blurred and light.

However, Mengchangjun's mind was only deeply imprinted with the expression she was talking.

Mengchangjun's clothes were raised lightly, and Fu Yong's incense was emitted. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his fingers slowly loosened her face.

picture……

It's really like...

He felt this way when he took off his veil.

Now, it's just more...

He remembered that the man was like this at the beginning, so arrogant, calm and gentle, standing on the high platform. At that time, "he" was like lotus clothes, with her eyebrows and eyes shining in the sky, and her long body stood in a jade-like manner and her wind was scattered.

There was no one in his eyes when the soldiers were surrounded by people. The opponents, division commanders, strong enemies, and powerful people didn't care. "He" had such a strong purpose just to become the first person to climb the platform.

He gave him the chance to cling to him twice, but he refused both times.

Mengchangjun's drunken eyes rose a little bit of fun. He sniffed with a strong sense of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. He was half drunk and half awake, and he didn't blame Chen Baiqi for his "alerious words".

Perhaps, this "alarming" turned into a scene in his ears, which evoked the scene in his heart that he had forgotten but had long been deeply imprinted in his mind.

He suddenly took action to lift Chen Baiqi up. His hands were as hard and thick as a soldering iron on her slender waist. After lifting her up high, he turned around and placed it on the railing under the corridor on the citron wood.

In this way, Chen Baiqi, who was originally close to him, suddenly became taller. When the two looked at each other, the woman was taller... the man was taller.

Chen Baiqi felt inexplicably dizzy and sat on the crumbling railing, his legs hanging in the air, his hands were unrestrained, and he leaned on Mengchangjun's pair of extremely high-temperature palms to support the balance of his body.

She was slightly stunned, breathing lightly, and staring at Mengchangjun in a daze.

Seeing Mengchangjun bullying her body like a lazy and drunk black panther, Chen Baiqi's back was straight and his sitting posture was unstable. He took advantage of the situation to squeeze into her legs. His strong and hot chest approached her, and his hands around her waist from both sides and hugged her from behind.

This posture made the two of them close in close proximity. He looked upward, and the evil and hard lines seemed much softer, reflecting the moonlight and snow outside the courtyard. There was an unspeakable demonic aura in his agate-like eyes, and she lowered her eyes.

He must have been drunk, otherwise how could he endure such humiliating posture as a woman and a man?

Chen Baiqi looked at him with a blank look, as if he had encountered a difficult problem in the past century.

I used to look like I was about to tear her down, but why did the style of painting become so... so strange now?

Chen Baiqi found that he could not move anymore, which shows how much force Mengchangjun used to imprison her.

Mengchangjun narrowed her eyes, leaned softly on her, and laughed.

It wasn't a sneer or a wicked smile. This smile looked normal, and it didn't look like the infamous Mengchangjun that Chen Baiqi knew.

Chen Baiqi took back his stupid look, and she hesitated: "Your Majesty, why are you--"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed her head down with his big palm.

Chen Baiqi felt a strange and trembling male aura in his breath.

He still looked up, just lifting her up and looking down, and the two of them were close in an instant.

hiss--

With her eyes facing each other, she could carefully count how many eyelashes there were on his eyelids.

The deep night was silent and deserted, separated the dark world of candlelight under the turtle. The guards guarding Mengchangjun had a look and had already avoided it from afar, but they still kept the entire courtyard as tight as an iron bucket.

Chen Baiqi's pupils tightened, and he felt that his breath with hot wine was almost burning the skin on her face.

She didn't move, unable to get rid of the hand he pressed against her head.

How much is the actual strength gap between men and women? In the past, she did not realize clearly when practicing martial arts. But now, in order to maintain her female body, she can only take a "Guru Pill" sold in the system mall, which is a powerful pill that can beautify and care for her skin.
Chapter completed!