282, you are a plague

"It's you!"

"Okay, I'm fierce, it's my fault. The wound is bleeding. Go to bed quickly."

The room became quiet.

The cool moonlight smeared the branches outside the window, making the branches swaying in the night wind and the leaves on the branches shine softly. Han Jing was sleepless and looked at it fixedly. Around him, his breath is long and even. Suddenly, she felt that a long century or centuries had passed.

"Sleep, I'm thinking nonsense again."

I don't know when he opened his eyes, and his relaxed eyes were full of hunger and thirst that she could understand. He did not deliberately remove his involuntarily changing body and let the high desire strongly reach her legs. There was no further action, after all, her chest was still seriously injured.

"You are a plague." She suddenly said.

He cracked his mouth and smiled, but he did not refute it.

"You are a disaster." She also said that it was accompanied by the sound of grinding her teeth.

"What's wrong with me?" He asked with a doting smile.

"After you know me, how many times have you been injured? If it hadn't been for my life, I would have died several times. If it hadn't been for your bad luck, could I have been so unlucky?"

"You can't blame me for being injured, can you? Conscience of heaven and earth, when did you get seriously injured by my side? Every time, you show off that you can save a fool like Bai Yiming.

"Well, then you always appeared on time to save the seriously injured me. What a coincidence!" Han Jing said strangely.

"Timely rescue is also a crime?"

"You could have appeared before I was injured. Do you dare to say no?" Raise your palm like a knife, Aunt Han's style means "If you dare not say anything, I will cut you down."

"Okay, my rescue is not timely enough. However, can you be more obedient in the future? Don't be so reckless to block the sword with your own body. You are not beaten by iron, and it will hurt if you get hurt.

"Nonsense, it hurts so much that I can't sleep." She pouted, there were bright light spots in Han Jing's eyes, and her delicate face lost her always flying complex with some poor charm.

Reluctant to count again, Yang Feng half leaned against the head of the bed and moved her into his arms and said softly, "I'll hold her and sleep for a while. It won't hurt when I fall asleep."

"Liar, it will still hurt if you fall asleep." Her mouth retorted, but Han Jing's eyelids closed without righteousness. Two rows of butterfly-like black eyelashes trembled gently, and there were fine starlight shining on her eyelashes.

With a silent smile, Yang Feng looked at the amazingly beautiful face from any angle, stayed by her side, and appreciated the amorous feelings that only belonged to her. Her charm is hidden in the flying youthful demeanor, which is only revealed inadvertently, such as now.

Holding a woman in his arms and doing nothing for a few hours, if you put it aside, you can't kill Yang Feng. For him, a woman is a plaything to relieve boredom in his spare time. Even if the family power behind Yuan Qinglin, the object of marriage, is useful to him, and he has not looked up on Yuan Qinglin because of this.

Choose one between Han Jing and Yuan Qinglin is an insult to Han Jing, but now he has not been able to terminate his marriage with Yuan Qinglin, because the old injury of the Yang family's ancestor has relapsed, and he needs the "blood ginseng" handed down from the Yuan family.

In order to make this marriage, it is not impossible for the Yuan family to give "blood ginshen" as a dowry to the Yang family, but it gives Yang Feng a sense of humiliation. Of course, this feeling appeared after the substantial progress in the relationship with Han Jing. Therefore, his family is urging him to marry Yuan Qinglin, but he has never said anything.

Laozu definitely can't have an accident. Once he falls at this time, the Yang family will inevitably be excluded and the right to speak will be further lost. This will be a heavy blow to Yang Feng's plan, which he can't stand.

It is absolutely impossible for Han Jing to accept that he will continue to maintain their relationship after marrying Yuan Qinglin. Yang Feng absolutely knows this point. Not to mention that he does not expect to hug her left and right, he doesn't even have the idea of marrying Yuan Qinglin to kill her. This is actually the biggest obstacle to his execution of the marriage contract. If it hadn't been for Han Jing's unmatched talent and let Yang's parents see her potential and the benefits of her entering the Yang family, maybe the elders of the family had sent someone to assassinate her in order to break his idea.

This is a dilemma, and Yang Feng has always been at a loss.

In this Mingyuejian incident, the general hall harshly requested that the responsible person be handed over. Obviously, someone was stumbling him, and even if his master Yu Youmin did not contribute to it, he would certainly be happy to see it.

Master has always been unwilling to let him be his successor, but wants to be his grandson Mu's brothers. This time, they sent their brothers to the branch hall with the Leng brothers, the boy of the Yu family and He Yuanshan. What did they say? Strengthening the strength of the branch hall is bullshit! What can those hairy kids do? They are just here to make achievements and earn mixed qualifications!

The Nanmo Branch, which has always been at the bottom, has become more and more powerful after Yang Feng came, and has long been the same as in previous years. On the surface, he condoned Han Jing's lawless nonsense, took the opportunity to weaken the forces of all parties, and quickly formed the image of a strong hall of the death of the obedient and the rebellious on the three-acre land of Nanmo. Secretly, he inserted into the surrounding area, forming a dense intelligence network all over the country, monitoring the large and small forces in the whole Nanmo territory, so that he knows the whole Nanmo country well, and a wind blows the master can quickly feedback to him.

Han Jing was in distress at Mingyuejian, and he relied on the well-informed intelligence network to rescue him in time.

This time, he has achieved a brilliant record in the confrontation between the Xuan Temple and the Xuan Temple. His master of the main hall should also think that if he does not suppress the arrogance of the branch hall, Yang Feng's reputation will be even higher, and it will be more difficult to pass the throne to his grandson. Therefore, even if the master doesn't fall into the well, he still cares about the feelings of the master and the apprentice.

With the Yu Wei of Yang Peng's ancestors, it is almost natural for him to take over the post of master of the hall with his talent and ability. Master's small abacus can only be dialed secretly and dare not put it on the table openly. The leaders of the Yang family only dared to secretly create an opportunity for his accidental death, and did not want the forces within the Yang family's unique Xuanqi Temple to just instigate the Yang family to deal with him. In fact, everyone knows that all this can only slow him down to reach the peak of power.

Now, there is a variable.

His eyes fell on the cold and beautiful sleep, and Yang Feng smiled gently without any murder.

She is the variable. In the ranking competition, her dazzling brilliance was unparalleled, completely replacing him as the most dazzling genius star of the Xuanqi Temple. The first female knight was not inferior to his youngest division master at all, and her influence on the elite disciples in the temple was by no means weaker than Yang Feng.

She is absolutely invincible, and if she fights against him, she will definitely be his strongest opponent. The core of the power of the general hall, including Yu Youmin's old fox, also knows this. Although they can make her the first female knight, they will never make her the first female president, but there is no doubt that they will think that the man who married her can compete with Yang Feng with her influence.

Maybe there will soon come to the hall to gain credit, but the Mu brothers, the Leng brothers and Yu Guhong must be the old and immortal rivals sent to him in the main hall. And he can't do anything to them, and it is impossible to escort them directly back to the main hall as he did in Yejiazu Mountain. Otherwise, Han Jing will not be the first to give up.

By the way, there are also night lonely clouds! The blood knife she got from the black wind thief should quickly understand the secrets and then deal with it clean. Otherwise, once Han Jing knows about it, she will definitely make a lot of trouble.

With her cleverness, she could guess that she was in the sunset mountains at that time. He deliberately let the black wind steal away Ye Guyun, and she even guessed that Hanjiang had his guard when he lost his arm.

The worst possibility is that she found that the blood knife was in his hand and would believe that the black wind thief was instructed by him. Once she determines, it is difficult to change her point of view. It is not unusual for Ye Guyun to turn against him.

Thinking of the bloody knife from the hands of the black wind thief, Yang Feng was a little puzzled. The knife material is really good, and it can also feel the fierceness and violence of the knife, but it seems to be a little different from those recorded in history books. Is it too old, and the knife has been silent for too long, so the fierceness has dissipated? It should not be so. Yang Peng's ancestor's purple electric nine-curve gun is not short. Why is the gun still so powerful and domineering?

Her index finger unconsciously touched Han Jing's lips, and she probably dreamed of some delicious food in her sleep. She sucked his fingers and made him laugh and flamed. She couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Damn it!"

"Scold me?" Han Jing raised her eyelids and unconsciously threw a wink eye. I felt that there was something uncomfortable under my body. When I was about to sit up, I was held down by him.

"Don't move, or I won't be responsible for what will happen next."

His strange voice came to his ears, Han Jing's body suddenly stiffened, and a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on her face. Should a woman who commits peach blossoms be born to be mean? She whispered, as if asking herself or Yang Feng.

"Who said that!"

"The eldest girl went to the sedan chair. Three days after passing through the door, she had to first tell her family temple and ancestral graves, and then visit her parents-in-law to correct her name before getting married. What am I? Is it the same with the sister in the brothel? Is she worse than my aunt? After two soft laughs, Han Jing took Yang Feng's hand away, moved to sleep, and said quietly, "Go out, don't say anything."

“Ajing——”

"Say one more word and cut your tongue!"

With the cold voice of Han Jing, the cold sword breath penetrated out, and the shape of the ice soul sword pointed directly to Yang Feng, forcing him to withdraw gloomily.