Chapter 102 drunk and fall in love

The breeze lifted across the bamboo forest, as if playing a meaningful piano song; the crisp bamboo swayed in the wind, like a graceful woman dancing. Hesitantly walked along the easy path to the depths of the bamboo forest. Near the bamboo house in front of him, he lay drunk in red in front of the bamboo house steps, and a wine jar crooked beside him and muttered to himself. He stood upright, closed his eyes slightly, almost turned around, and finally walked slowly to her.

Her eyes narrowed a crack, and she was drunk. She smiled foolishly, "I'll wait, wait for you, for a long time, wine, I, I've drunk it all!"

He squatted down on one knee and raised her chin. His drunken face was like a charming peach blossom. His blurred eyes were full of charm and could not resist the temptation. His thumb couldn't help rubbing her chin gently. She opened it and bit it. He tightened his eyebrows, cursed, opened her face, and saw deep tooth marks at the root of his thumb.

He pulled her arm and wanted to pick her up. She buried herself in his arms with the power of wine and chattered endlessly.

With a deep sigh, he had no choice but to sit down and let her rub in her arms like a cat. She muttered vaguely and vaguely said a few words: "You are a bad guy... Xia Houchen is the most despicable and shameless person in the world... Kill him"

The warm fragrance was in her arms, and sometimes she twisted it uneasily. How she accused and how she said about her faults. The fire of silence ignited for many days. He took a deep breath, and her fingers gently stroked her red lips. She opened her mouth and bit her confusedly, as if she felt inappropriate. Suddenly turned to sucking and overturned ** to overthrow him. With only a little struggle left, he picked up the restless her and went straight into the bamboo room.

She lay on bamboo** and spread out her red clothes. As soon as her skin touched the cold bamboo bed, she sobbed and shrank unconsciously.

He stared at the enchanting body with a bright luster, lingering inch of ecstasy, sighed, lowered his head, covered her lips, and sucked with palpitations, as if feeling his attempt. His powerless hands pushed him away in confusion. He did not move and directly controlled her under his body.

He skillfully manipulated her, distracted her resistance, seduced her mind, listened to her shallow chanting and came out with satisfaction, and entered steadily, stirring bursts of delicate voices and gentle rhythm.

In the bamboo house, the rain, clouds, the spring is gorgeous, and the seductive sound is faintly in the ears; outside the bamboo house, the swords are tense and murderous, and the sound of the wind and bamboo leaves are whispering in the ears.

Chang Xiao stood with a long sword in his chest, expressionless, looked down at the yellow bamboo leaves on the ground, and slowly spit out, "You are not my opponent!"

"Let's get out of the way!" Wu Ying raised his eyebrows and roared.

He sneered coldly: "I don't understand the amorous feelings!"

Wuying clenched the long sword and violently split it. He often smiled and walked obliquely to the left and flashed leisurely to the side. The long sword split to the bamboo pole. The bamboo joints peeled and made a sound. Wuying's eyes sank and was unbearable. With a shout, he quickly returned and split head-on.

He often jumped up with a smile, his toes crossed against the bamboo pole, withdrew a few steps away, and his body rotated, and the sharp sword came out of its sheath and pushed it coldly.

Wuying shouted secretly and was waiting to retreat and dodge. It was too late. Seeing the sword approaching, he hurriedly lowered his head, held the sword and kicked it out with his right leg.

He still fought back when he was in danger. His eyes were full of appreciation, and his spirit was active. He put a shadowless sword on his toes. He jumped on the bamboo pole and the bamboo leaves fell one after another. He jumped back seven or eight steps, stood calmly and raised his eyebrows: "There are indeed two strokes!"

Wuying secretly marveled at his skills and asked angrily, "Hand her over!"

Chang smiled and shook his head slightly: "I don't have the courage to break in at this time, and I will never allow you to disturb you. The only thing you should regret is that you didn't take her away before he arrived; now, you can't take her away!"

Wu Ying took a straight breath: "Have you been here all this time?"

He sneered and did not answer.

"Who the hell are you?" Thinking that he had been lying in ambush in the bamboo forest these days, just to find out Yunyi's identity, and when he saw her drinking alone, he didn't think much about it. Unexpectedly, he came dressed in black, and he had no time to take her away! A strange identity has never shown his true face; a man with excellent skills, magnificent but haunted spirits. What worries him most is why he has a strange identity to approach her?

Chang smiled and glanced at him: "How about fair trading? You tell me your identity, and I'll tell you my identity!"

Wuying snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand attacked unreately. He often shook his head with a smile and dodged and said, "I'm willing to accompany him to the end, but it's not at this moment that I annoyed him in the room. It's hard for me to offend!"

As soon as the word "offending" came out, he counterattacked, and the shadow rushed to Wuying like an arrow.

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He held her tightly and bit her earlobe with an evil smile: "Little wildcat, you bit me again!"

She unconsciously gave a "um" and put her cheeks against his chest. He was happy, rubbing his lips against her neck, and his hands wandering on her back restlessly. He hesitated for a moment, reached out to pull on his coat and cover the two people.

Her shallow breathing rose and fell smoothly. He took a deep breath, and then the fact could not be ignored. How should he face her now?

The fragrance of bamboo leaves swept over the tip of the nose with the wind. Looking down the window, the eyes were green, and a few rays of sunlight shone brightly by the window. The silence in the bamboo forest calmed his heart and calmed down. His cold fingers slid across her face. He smiled calmly. No matter what the purpose, no matter what the reason, he would not let go of her.

He got up and cleaned up and went out of the bamboo house. Even if he was calm, he did not ignore the fighting outside the bamboo house. He was not moved and blindly asked for her sweetness, because he believed in the constant smile that had followed him for many years.

"Lord!" He often smiled and bowed his head slightly.

Wuying stared at him angrily, and the strange black mask still couldn't hide the feeling of acquaintance. He frowned puzzled: "Do I know you?"

He half raised his eyebrows and said nothing. His eyes fell on the rope on him and warned, "She is my woman. Don't mind your own business!"

Wuying shook his head and closed his eyes slightly. Why is this sentence so familiar? It seems that he has heard it somewhere. He has heard it, is, is--

He opened his eyes and stared straight at him: he was dressed in black, wearing a black mask and loose hair. No, it's not these. What he seemed to have known before was that his head was roaring, and the feeling of acquaintance was nothing else. It was the momentum of his body and the arrogant domineeringness of the world.

Wuying shook his head with a wry smile: "So it's you! So it's you! Such an obvious fact is in front of me, and I can only see it now!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Wing laughed at himself, "You once said the same thing to me, didn't you? She is your woman, she is your woman!"

"Real?" He said lightly, his voice was no longer low and hoarse, and his eyes suddenly became murderous.

Wuying shouted, "But why did you do this to her? Why did you play with her in the palm of your hand? Why didn't you let her go after hurting her like that? What on earth do you want?"

There was a gloomy smile on the corners of his lips: "You are not qualified to ask!"

The wandering smile made him feel cold all over and stared at him for a moment: "Are you going to kill me?"

"The person who knows my identity, one is my person, and the other is the person who can't speak again! You don't know your origin, and you won't be my person!" He paused and said in a low voice, "Well, you can only be the one who can't speak anymore, and there is only one person who can't speak anymore!"

"If she knew that you killed me, she would never let you go!" Wuying gritted his teeth and howled loudly, not in anger, but the final struggle, hoping that she could hear it in the bamboo house.

He exhaled lightly, curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, and looked back at the bamboo house: "She won't know!"

"No, she will know!" This time, she retorted angrily and still raised her voice: "Just give me some more time, she must guess your identity, and she will know that you killed me. Moreover, there is more than one person who doubts your identity!"

"You mean Yin Xiaoting?! Did he send you here?" He shook his head and should have thought that sooner or later, Yin Xiaoting would find out his identity. With his concern for her, how could an unknown person stay with her? He turned around indifferently and raised his eyebrows: "What about Yin Xiaoting's suspicion? In my eyes, he is not afraid! Smile often, do it!"

Wuying looked at him coldly, without any fear, and looked up to the sky and roared.

"Don't struggle to death. She is drunk and can't wake up for a while!"

With a wave of his hand, he often smiled and slowly stepped forward with his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at his chest.

"It's not a dying struggle, I just think you are pitiful enough to keep her in this way." Wuying sneered softly, "What about the person you got her? Your kind of person will never touch her, and you will never get her heart!"

He turned around and stared at Wuying with his deep eyes: "With this sentence, I can make you die several times!"

"I'm not afraid of death, at least I died openly, unlike some people who are so hypocritical!"

"If you are open and aboveboard, why do you bury your past?"

Cold question, Wuying couldn't spit out a word of rebuttal, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. As his identity, he could allow himself to stay with her. There is no doubt that he would thoroughly investigate his past. Otherwise, he was fully sure that he could not pose a threat to anyone! He closed his eyes and said, "Let's do it!"