"Hmph! If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!"
Jiang Zhenlei showed his former vicious face, his eyes were filled with cold light. He looked at Lin Junyao up and down, wishing he could hold her under him right now.
"Come here, lift her to the bed!" Jiang Zhenlei shouted towards the door.
Several people came outside, carried Lin Junyao to the large flower-carved bed, wiped Lin Junyao's face again and again with a wet towel, and then exited.
Jiang Zhenlei loosened his collar, came to the bed, looked at the beauty on the bed with satisfaction, and greedily sucked the saliva.
A wave of coolness awakened Lin Junyao's consciousness. She opened her sleepy eyes and saw Jiang Zhenlei standing beside the bed. She wanted to move and struggle, but she had no strength at all.
She was scared and anxious, but it didn't help. She could only ask inarticulately: "Jiang...Mr. Jiang, what do you want...to do?"
Jiang Zhenlei put the phone holder in place, facing the big bed, and said with a lewd smile: "Lin Junyao, you little prodigal, what do you think I'm going to do? Of course I'm going to fuck you!"
"You bastard!" Lin Junyao yelled.
She wanted to get up, but she was so drunk that she couldn't use the strength at all.
"Stinky bitch!" Jiang Zhenlei's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he yelled angrily: "You can just find someone to sleep with as your fiancé, but I can't even touch you? Are you really a bitch like him? I have to kill him today.
You can’t!”
Jiang Zhenlei came to the bedside and angrily tore Lin Junyao's clothes.
"ah--"
Lin Junyao screamed in pain.
When Lin Junyao's fair skin began to be exposed, Jiang Zhenlei was like an animal who had never seen a woman before, trembling with excitement.
"I'm not only going to fuck you hard today, but I'm also going to record it and show it to your fiancé, so he can see how you look like having fun under me, hahahaha!"
As he said that, he made a gesture to bite Lin Junyao's neck.
But at this moment, I heard a joking voice coming from the corner:
"Yes, go a little further to the right and the excitement will be more prominent, yes, good!"
Jiang Zhenlei almost peeed out of fright, and turned around, but at some point, Ye Qingyang stood behind the mobile phone holder, directing him like a director.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the picture looks pretty good, come on, look at the camera and smile!"
"You're looking for fucking death!"
Jiang Zhenlei was almost going crazy.
Why is he everywhere?
Isn't this stupid young man drunk?
And, when did he come in?
Why is there no sound at all? Could it be that they have been ambush here for a long time?
Impossible!
"Come here!" Jiang Zhenlei shouted outside: "Tie this kid up!"
However, after the words were spoken, there was silence, without any echo at all.
Jiang Zhenlei felt bad, could it be that this kid...
Ye Qingyang saw Jiang Zhenlei's thoughts, smiled slightly and said: "Surrender, hurry up, I will knock out all your men!"
"A bunch of trash!"
Jiang Zhenlei rolled over and got out of bed, reaching under the bed.
Was he touching the gun?
No, he's looking for a sword!
Ruthless people have some special hobbies.
And Jiang Zhenlei’s hobby is to play with swords!
When he was a child, he grew up in Western Europe and developed excellent fencing skills. After returning to China, he also hired a private fencing trainer for regular training.
It can be said that with a sword in hand, four or five people cannot get close to him.
So for safety reasons, he would carry a foil sword with him wherever he went. Even when he was sleeping, he would keep a sword beside him.
The characteristic of the foil sword is that it uses stabbing as its attack method. It is relatively light and slender, making it easy to carry.
In this bedroom, there is a foil sword. Jiang Zhenlei prepared it in advance and hid it under the bed.
This is his favorite foil sword. It has been with him for nearly twenty years. It is made of pure mixed metals. The ratio is absolutely authentic. The flexibility, hardness, brightness, etc. are all in the best condition.
This sword is his best friend. He trusts no one but the sword in his hand.
Jiang Zhenlei bent down and grabbed the foil sword under the bed.
However, what surprised him was that his favorite foil sword was missing.
"Are you looking for this thing?" Ye Qingyang was sitting on a chair, playing with a slender and exquisite foil sword in his hand, and was picking his teeth with it: "This thing is very good for picking teeth!"
"Why is it in your hands?" Jiang Zhenlei was shocked: "Put it down!"
He was heartbroken. This sword had been with him for almost twenty years. He was so addicted to swords that he regarded this foil sword as his most important treasure, more precious than anything else.
As a result, that boy used it to pick his teeth!!!
asshole!
This was driving him crazy!
"Brother, why do you look so constipated? Are you angry?" Ye Qingyang teased.
"Give me the sword first, and everything else will be easy to talk about!" Jiang Zhenlei said cautiously.
"Well, Master said that Chinese swordsmanship is the sect of the world, so I was born to learn Chinese swordsmanship. But as a Chinese, why do you love this Western thing so much? Advocate for foreign countries?" Ye Qingyang asked.
"I...I learn from the barbarians and learn skills to defeat the barbarians!" Jiang Zhenlei was tremblingly thinking about his words.
He was afraid that his precious sword would be damaged by Ye Qingyang.
Ye Qingyang laughed: "It's a good excuse, but such a thin sword? It can't resist it. It will break as soon as you break it. If you don't believe me, I will break it for you!"
Ye Qingyang said, pretending to break his sword.
"No -"
Jiang Zhenlei yelled, sweating all over his body, and almost knelt down in front of Ye Qingyang: "Please, no!"
Ye Qingyang stopped and sneered: "Weren't you very awesome just now? You gave me that bad wine to drink, and you also wanted to harm Lin Junyao. If it hadn't been me today, if it had been someone else, you would have gotten into trouble!"
Ye Qingyang has been cultivating in Five Elements Mountain for more than ten years. His body has already surpassed that of ordinary people, and his ability to drink is astonishing. These two drinks do not pose a threat to him.
In addition, he understood pharmacology and medicine, and he quickly eliminated the alcohol and hallucinogens in his body.
"It's all my fault, please give me the sword quickly!" Jiang Zhenlei said in a coaxing tone.
Ye Qingyang smiled faintly: "Your apology is so sincere, I almost believed it! Come on, in order to show your sincerity, you punish yourself with two drinks first!"
Ye Qingyang put the foil on the table, poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Jiang Zhenlei.
"You think so beautifully!"
Jiang Zhenlei suddenly rushed towards Ye Qingyang and reached out to grab the foil sword placed on the table.
However, Ye Qingyang slowly lowered his elbow, pressing it against the hilt of the sword, causing the foil to roll and bounce up.
Jiang Zhenlei missed the opportunity.
Then, when he stabilized his body, he felt a chill on his neck.
His sword was currently facing his throat. If he applied even a little force, his neck would be penetrated.
"Crack!"
Ye Qingyang raised a hand and slapped him.
"If you don't cooperate, I will break your sword as well!"
Jiang Zhenlei covered his face, extremely ashamed and angry.
But he had no choice. Having been fencing for many years, his reaction speed was already very sensitive. However, when facing Ye Qingyang, he found that he was as clumsy as a pig.
Not on the same level at all.
In desperation, Jiang Zhenlei could only pick up the wine glass and drink the red wine.
Ye Qingyang poured a second glass, took out a paper charm, lit it, murmured a few spells with his lips, and then threw the burned charm into the red wine glass.
"Looking at your sincerity, I'll give you a sobering charm for this second glass of red wine. Drink it!"
Jiang Zhenlei hesitated again and again, but under Ye Qingyang's coercion, he drank the second cup.
Ye Qingyang smiled evilly.
Sobering charm?
Doesn't exist!
Chapter completed!