Seeing the arrogance on her face, Xiao Lu twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to laugh, "Girl, please stop bragging, can you? This is a place where birds don't poop. Try waving your hand. If it's really like what you said." There were so many suitors, so I gave in."
"What does it mean to admit defeat?"
"Just admit defeat,"
"Then, what happens after admitting defeat?"
"Then I will call you good wife three times," Xiao Lu touched his nose and said: "If you lose, call you good husband, once every time you see me."
"Bah," knowing that Xiao Lu was going to start cheating again, Qing Yi pursed her lips and said to Lu Yu, "I think we need to have a talk. We can't be so presumptuous in front of outsiders in the future, do you hear me?"
"Oh," Lu Yu said.
"Oh what, repeat it to me," Qing Yi said.
"Repeat it again, just repeat it. My wife said you can't be so presumptuous in front of outsiders. You can do it in a place where no one is around,"
"There is no such thing as the last sentence." After hearing this, Qing Yi opened his eyes and moved the knife in his hand forward as if he was going to stab Xiao Lu.
"Put your things away, I will definitely be angry if you do this again," Xiao Lu said seriously, lowering his head and looking at the sharp blade on his penis.
Qing Yi hesitated for a moment, pouting her little mouth and refusing to obey. Her skin color was heavier than Ling'er's, and compared to Xiao Kongqian, she looked like a little black girl. However, her wheat-colored skin always had an air of disdain. You can't wait to kiss her beauty. From a distance and up close, she looks healthy and sunny. What's more worth mentioning is that compared to the light wheat color, Qing Yi's skin is extremely delicate.
Especially under the tall bridge of the nose, a pair of thin lips are not red, but very delicate and delicate. Even if you go out without makeup, you can still give people the wonderful feeling of wearing a light lip gloss. This kind of wild skin color, paired with The tall and charming figure has fascinated Xiao Lu for a long time. When they met for the first time, Xiao Lu was thinking, if this woman in leopard print didn't often put on that poker face that made people look away. He must be a charming little wildcat... Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. Although Xiao Lu enjoys the subtle process of teasing this woman, Lu Yu still feels that Qing Yi is much tame by comparison. She is an ideal partner. She is a well-educated girl. Except for her murderous intent, she is almost impeccable. She has seen too many fair and beautiful looks. Such a top-notch little black girl has an unparalleled appearance advantage.
Xiao Lu thought, stretched out his hand to fiddle with Qing Yi's strong black hair, gently lifted the beauty's chin, then turned his head and gently bit her lower lip. This was Lu Yu's habit. This action is also his most intimate action.
"Well..." Being stared at by a group of relatively conservative old people in mountain villages, Qing Yi felt a little embarrassed. Her body stiffened and she wanted to push him away, but she didn't expect that guy to hold her in his arms regardless of the saber in front of him. Here, this kiss is not as wild and wanton as usual, but it has an indescribable tenderness. What I want to say is that Xiao Lu is actually a very handsome man, especially that little tenderness His handsome profile has captivated many innocent girls and beautiful young women since childhood.
Qing Yi is not young, and logically speaking, she should be a veteran in love, but such a reclusive woman is like a hedgehog, and her instinctive sense of protection has hurt countless suitors. Therefore, in Fifth Master Qiao's camp, Almost everyone wanted to use the phrase "should be watched from a distance but not played with" to describe her, until Lu Yu appeared, until that afternoon, he took advantage of the bastard in front of him.
Maybe Qing Yi herself didn’t expect that she would fall in love with this frivolous-looking little hooligan inadvertently. Ever since he unintentionally took advantage of her, Qing Yi has been itching with hatred. She can’t wait to kill this little vixen. The body was broken into pieces, but she found that she was so powerless in front of him. She could not imagine how powerful this man was. At first, Lu Yu's skills made her feel amazing, but she didn't expect that after a brief contact, This boy brought her one surprise after another. His tyranny was like a kettle full of boiling water. It would be revealed inadvertently if you were not careful. Although it was only a little bit, it was enough to steam up a huge amount of water. A piece of water mist.
More importantly, this man is not the kind of person who is strong on the outside but good on the inside. His excellence is not pretended. Qing Yi is thinking that if this man is not such a gangster, he must be a perfect person, but he is a gangster, shameless and Huaxin, however, the disgust of vulnerability cannot stop her admiration for Xiao Lu, who is a top warrior who is powerful enough to look down on the world. For killers, strength is more important than anything else. In their world, the strong is respected. , and what is worthy of recognition is that this boy has always been very good to his women. This is not difficult to see from Xiaohua's words.
"You can't let me down,"
Although it was only a few days, Qing Yi was indeed bullied into obedience by him. This peak killer who was so awesome grabbed Lu Yu's sleeve and murmured with a blushing face.
"That depends on your performance," Xiao Lu scratched Qing Yi's nose for a long time before letting go, and finally kissed Qing Yi on the forehead.
"That's too much," a middle-aged man wearing a white suit said bitterly in the dense forest on the mountain ridge. "You said, why do you still worry about this kind of person? I don't think it's worth it for you. How about you teach him a lesson?"
"You don't need to worry about it." Opposite him, a woman dressed in black was leaning in the shade of a tree. Her pretty black and white face was wrinkled together. Her eyes were full of complaints, but not as intense as usual. Strong arrogance and indifference, after all, it is not a pleasant thing to see your man getting tired of a beautiful woman who is no worse than yourself.
"Xiaokong, there's no way you can continue like this. The deadline is coming, and the chief helmsman doesn't have that much patience to wait for the two of us. What do you want to do? Just tell me..." Bai Lang He was very unhappy with Xiao Kong's resentful attitude. He tugged on the dull dark red shirt at the collar of his suit and asked.
"I said, you don't have to worry about my affairs. If you are anxious, just go back first. I will give the Great Elder an explanation."
He was so mad at the white wolf that he complained that the little fox was unusually indifferent. His big eyes flickered open and closed, then he glanced diagonally downward at the white wolf, and then said: "Go back, don't chat here." Damn it, I have been his woman a long time ago. You know this and I have said it many times."
"Then, you have to stand on his side to fight against Han Ling, Kong Gong, don't you know the fate of Guan Hanfei's fox? Don't think that you can escape the organization's sanctions by inheriting the title of Silver Fox. Now you We don’t have that energy yet,” Bai Lang said, taking out a gun barrel from his backpack, slowly moving it with his slender fingers, and quickly putting together a strange-looking gun.
"I know I can't do anything with my strength, but killing you is not a big problem now. Do you want to give it a try?" Kong Qian said, turning around with an unusually white and pretty face. , a cold light suddenly appeared in a pair of charming big apricot eyes.
"Yeah,"
Xiaokong had said similar words many times, as if the senior in front of her was a fragile clay doll in her eyes. Since his debut, Bailang had never been seen so clearly. Wuming became angry for a while. It's not his fault. It's really embarrassing for a man with a strong self-esteem to be hinted at by someone he likes.
"Yes," Kong Qian said coldly, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and his eyes were full of disdain.
"Click," almost instantly, there was a pistol in Bai Lang's hand. From the beginning to the end, no one saw when he took out the pistol. The strange way of drawing the gun and the staggering speed really made Xiao Kong Qian was quite surprised. However, as a woman who was chosen to be the next Silver Fox, Xiao Kongqian’s tyranny was self-evident. The moment Bai Lang pulled out his gun, he was nearly two meters away from this kid. She suddenly rushed to the white wolf, held out the knife, and put it right on the white wolf's throat.
Kong Yuan stooped low and got into the arms of the man named Liu Yue. A pair of delicate breasts were still vaguely visible in his collar under the restraints of a tube top. Bai Lang's gun was placed on Kong Yuan's shoulder, slightly weakly Pointing to the tree trunk on one side, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled to himself. It is said that silver foxes of all generations have almost perverted melee abilities. It seems true. However, it is not a shame to lose this time. , after all, among the Thirteen Ghosts of Han Ling, Bai Lang's melee combat ability may be the weakest.
"There is something that has always been strange to me. Since the last time we met, your strength has continued to improve, and even the way you attack has changed. I really want to know what happened in the past few months, and what happened? What makes you progress so fast?" Liu Yue put down the gun in his hand and said with a wry smile. You know, a few months ago, he was able to bully this top rookie who was most likely to become a master. Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, he would , he was successfully counterattacked by the baby-faced and big-breasted little girl in front of him.
"It's better that you don't know." Seeing him admitting defeat, Kong Qian stood up straight. A silver short knife quickly spun in the palm of his hand, and with a "click" sound, it went back to the knife on his waist as he flicked his palm back. In the scabbard.
Her eyes still stayed on the man carrying the bucket, and she still complained a little, but a complex emotion that penetrated her heart also surged into her heart with the brief exchange. Perhaps, in addition to herself, Ling'er and the man with whom she was not entangled Except for the man from Qing Dynasty, no one knows the true origin of his magical sword skills.