That's not right. Is it because your love rival is extremely jealous when you meet him?
Alas, I really can’t tell what the relationship between them is, and Fang Zheng has really staged a farce.
Pan Ai cried and cried like a Qiong Yao heroine. I thought Sikong Fu would turn into a roaring emperor, but it turned out that the roaring one was Situ Quan.
This scene shocked me. Is this still the carefree Situ Quan I know?
Especially when he put his arm around Pan Ai's shoulder and roared.
"Ai'er, please leave me alone and don't ask him."
When I was walking, I suddenly felt thunder rolling from the sky, five thunders hitting my head, thunder...I'm short of words, in the end it's just one word - thunder!
Fortunately, Sikong Fu was still thinking relatively normally. He flicked his right hand, retracted the sword, and threw it into the hands of the guards behind him. He glanced coldly at the two people on the ground.
"You don't have to push me. I never said I would let any of you go."
Yelu Zihan stood behind me at some point and pulled me to his side.
"Are you so interested in other people's housework?"
"That... I'll just take a look."
When he asked me this question, my brain was short-circuited for a moment, and I had obviously forgotten what I had just said about him and Jiang Wu.
Thinking about it, now should be the time when I burst into tears in a painful drama, but I opened my eyes to gossip and waited expectantly for the development of the plot. It is indeed a bit immoral, well, it is really immoral.
"Does it hurt?"
Yelu Zihan said in a rare gentle tone, his fingers paused on the place where I had just been scratched. This move was completely unexpected.
My body trembled unsatisfactoryly, and I said silently in my heart, this Yelv Zihan must be good at spiritual arts, otherwise I would be unable to resist with just one movement.
It was as if an electric current flashed through my body, especially when he came close to me and spoke and his gentle breath lingered around my ears. It felt like a certain meridian had been opened when he was practicing spiritual arts in the past.
I hesitated for a long time before saying anything.
"It hurts...it doesn't hurt...if it hurts, I will feel pain. If you don't feel pain, I won't feel pain."
After I finished speaking, I saw Yelu Zihan nodding with satisfaction and smiling. I looked back and thought about what was satisfactory about what I just said. It seemed like there was nothing wrong with it.
The painful drama between Sikong Fu, Pan Ai and three others lasted for more than half an hour. Although Yelu Zihan gave me a pill and said it was to relieve the effects of the cartilage powder, my body was still weak, so I simply took a plate.
Peanut brought a small bench and watched them.
I really had no interest in listening to the dialogue in the middle of this painful love scene. I only knew that Pan Ai was tearfully telling her true inner feelings.
Why does she only regard Situ Quan as her elder brother, and the person she loves most in her heart is Sikong Fu? It’s God’s trick. She can’t be an unfilial daughter.
Sikong Fu couldn't resist her tears, so he could only leave everything to God. He asked someone to bring a pot of wine, saying that one of the two wine glasses was poisonous and the other was non-poisonous. If Pan Ai was lucky enough to drink it, he would not die.
Let her leave with her father and Situ Quan. If she is unlucky, the three of them will die together.
Although there was only a 50% chance of this, it was better than dying directly. Pan Ai hesitated for a moment, nodded in agreement, and picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.
After standing there for three minutes to make sure there was no poisonous hair, I happily hugged Situ Quan and kept mumbling.