Seize My Boyfriend - B4 (20)
Lianli has been standing aside, like a background cloth, without making a sound or moving.
Therefore, Liu Yishi didn’t realize that that person was also traveling with him, and saw the two of them go in hand in hand, gritted their silver teeth, lifted their clothes, and followed them in.
The inn was not big, and it was booked by Dujiang New Year. The people from the Wulin League were really picky, and they lived with others when they came out.
Entering the lobby, Mo Zhiyang put the roast chicken on the table: “This is the last one. Fortunately, I went early, otherwise there would be nothing.” “Do you still have any money?” Jiang Henian saw that he bought the roast chicken and made clothes for Na Lianli. He was afraid that the money he gave him last time would soon be spent
.
Mo Zhiyang tore off the greased paper, and the fragrant smell permeated: “Yes, there are still fifty taels.” Seeing that
the two were talking happily, Liu Yishi thought of a way to go to the shopkeeper to ask for a jug of wine and two wine glasses, holding the wine jug in his right hand, and holding the two glasses between his left fingers, he wanted to go to that table.
This person doesn’t look like a good person, Lianli steps forward to block his way.
“Who are you?” Liu Yishi looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, his peach blossom eyes slanted, and he hummed softly: “Get out of here, or I won’t let you go.” Lian Li ignored him, and stood in front of him relying on his height, stretched out his hand and snatched the wine pot from his hand, and threw it on the ground with a loud clang
.
The white porcelain flagon was shattered into pieces, and the green plum wine in it also splashed out. People were not lucky to drink it, and Ti Brick drank it to his heart’s content.
Attracted by the sound, everyone turned their heads and looked at the two confronting each other.
Mo Zhiyang rewrapped the roast chicken, hid it in his arms, and held Jiang Henian’s hand: “Brother, why don’t we go to the room to eat, this place is not safe.” Maybe
someone would come to snatch the chicken legs.
“Okay.” Jiang Henian looked at those two and felt that Liu Yishi’s poison would not have any effect on the company, so he ignored it and dragged Yangyang up to the second floor.
Liu Yishi squatted down, looked at the water stains on the ground, and trembled with anger: Qi Jue San, which I practiced so hard, is gone.
Seeing Engong leave, Lianli ignored the distressed person who was still squatting on the ground, turned around and followed upstairs, and stood at the door of the room, listening to the orders from inside.
This time, Liu Yishi was pissed off, he dropped the wine glass in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and went up to the second floor, he must torture that guy to death.
Going up the stairs, you can see him standing outside the room at the end of the corridor, walking over aggressively: “You pay me…pay me for wine.” Mo Zhiyang in the room, who was nestling in his brother’s arms, gnawed on the chicken
leg
.
Speaking like this, Mo Zhiyang didn’t understand: “What’s the background of that Lianli?” ”
I asked someone to find out his background. His mother was originally a famous oiran in Changping, and later married his father. His father was a quack doctor. Because his mother was a prostitute, she had a bad reputation and was bullied since childhood. Fortunately, his parents were kind. A former benefactor of his mother broke into his house while his father was away, and played with his mother to death in person.” Jiang Henian said to him. Wipe your mouth.
Listening to him, Mo Zhiyang couldn’t even eat chicken legs, and his heart was sour. This guy is really miserable, no wonder he acts so cruelly.
“That man had something to do with him. His father had nowhere to go to avenge his grievances. In the end, he tried to poison the family to death. In the end, he failed and was beaten to death. Originally, the neighbors wanted to help him bury his father, but the assailant threatened others not to help him. He filed a lawsuit before, and his family was destitute. After a few days, the corpse was almost stinking. He had no choice but to sell himself to bury his father.
”
After all, the things that Jiang Henian has experienced need not be short, or even more sinister.
“It’s a bit miserable.” Mo Zhiyang put down the chicken leg in his hand, and opened his mouth to bite the chicken he handed over.
It’s not easy for anyone to live. Mo Zhiyang felt that no one is qualified to sympathize with someone who has passed by. What he should get is affirmation, not sympathy.
Lianli stood outside in a dignified manner, seeing the man in Tsing Yi approaching aggressively, he remained motionless and ignored him at all.
“You apologize to me.” Liu Yishi pointed to his nose, his chest heaved violently, his eyes wanted to swallow him up.
As a result, he didn’t even give him a look, and stood with his hands down, as if he wasn’t referring to himself.
Liu Yishi was so angry that blood gushed out of his attitude, he quickly retracted his right hand, touched his two big acupoints, and suppressed his anger: “Anger is short-lived, angry is short-lived.” The person in the room, Jiang Henian, was sitting on the bench of the Eight Immortals table, and Mo Zhiyang was holding the chicken leg in one hand, nestling in his arms, and the two happened to be facing the door
.
From the shadow poured from the door, one can see the slightly shorter Liu Yishi and the taller Lianli.
“These two have a sense of CP.” The system suddenly said a word.
Mo Zhiyang nodded in agreement: “It’s true, one is tall and the other is short, but I don’t know who will attack and who will suffer. After all, both of them are charming.” “Judging from your experience, I think the height determines the offense. I crushed a roast chicken, and even the attack.” The system swears
.
Hearing what he said, Mo Zhiyang felt it was true: “Then I also have a roast chicken, and the man in Tsing Yi is the gong. In this way, if you win, I will have roast chicken, and if I win, I will have roast chicken.
”
Seeing him in a daze, Jiang Henian thought that Yang Yang was feeling sorry for this irrelevant person, so he felt a little apprehensive, and bent over his face and kissed him.
Being kissed suddenly, Mo Zhiyang was startled suddenly, thinking that he was going to grab his own roast chicken to eat, subconsciously opened his mouth to bite the tongue he handed in.
Then my mind turned and I remembered that I had promised to give him chicken legs, but both chicken legs were in my stomach, so I didn’t bite him and let him go.
The people inside the house were at odds with each other, and so were the people outside.
“Apologize to me, do you hear?!” Liu Yishi was so angry that a poisonous needle was stuck between his fingers.
Lianli ignored him at all, bowed his head in silence, and just now he saw that this man was poisoning the wine, and he touched the spout of the jug with his fingers.
The original porcelain white mouth of the bottle should be shiny, but after he touched it, it disappeared, as if covered by dust.
Therefore, Lian Li guessed that he might have rubbed poisonous powder on the jug, and judging from the direction he walked, he was heading towards En Gong, so it should be for him to drink, so he took the initiative to go up and overturned the wine with his own hands.
Just thinking about him like this, no wonder Jiang Henian couldn’t beat him in the last life.
Liu Yishi couldn’t help it, slowly raised his right hand, and when he was about to do something, suddenly an old man’s angry voice came from behind him.
“Who are you, why are you here?”
When Liu Yishi turned around, he saw Sect Master Qing Yang and Sect Master Zhao Gan coming back together, he was so frightened that he withdrew his hand, put away his fierce expression just now, and smiled at Lian Li: “I will come to see you again tomorrow.” After speaking, he turned around and left, arrogantly, not paying attention to the two Sect Masters at all, and passed them by
.
Seeing the conversation between the two just now, Sect Leader Qing Yang thought it was this person’s friend, this person seemed to be called Lian Li, and he was the one who was rescued by the leader.
He walked over with his hands behind his back, was about to knock on the door, but was stopped, Master Qing Yang looked at the person who blocked him, without saying anything, he withdrew his hand and asked him: “Where is the leader?
”
Mo Zhiyang struggled out of his arms, with oily hands, without any hesitation, he grabbed Jiang Henian’s sleeves and wiped them clean, and went to open the door: “Master Qingyang.” Looking at the greasy clothes, Jiang Henian just shook his head helplessly
.
When the door opened, besides the head Qing Yang, there was also the travel-stained head recruit, it seemed that he had come back, and his expression was serious, he was afraid that something happened. All of a sudden, he lost the mood to make a joke: “how?
” If he is really the leader of the Jie sect, then this matter will definitely threaten him as well, this is a common enemy. The four discussed together in the room, and even the inside waited outside, and no one was allowed to come in. Recruiting the head, at this time, he no longer had the flirtatious look he had before, but instead looked serious. His neckline was covered in dust. I’m afraid he had walked back and forth in many places these days. “Why are you so anxious?” Mo Zhiyang entered the door and sat on a chair, not in the mood to play around at this moment. Four people sat on one side, and the Eight Immortals table was full. “When I first found out about this, I was terrified, and I was afraid that I would make a mistake in a hurry, so I asked many times, which took a long time.” Zhao Gan said, reaching out to fetch the teapot. Perhaps because of many days of horseback riding, or because of shock and fear, the hands have been shaking and I can’t lift them up. Mo Zhiyang looked at it, reached out to help him, and poured him a cup of tea: “It’s okay, tell me carefully.” ” Then Dong Cang, his family is not an honest businessman, and his mother has blood from the Western Regions. At first, I didn’t associate her with other people. Later, a friend accidentally mentioned that she looks like Musa.”
The head of Ching Yang’s complexion changed, and he turned pale with a swipe. He murmured the name: “Musa, how could it be her?
”
Co-author, I don’t know here?
So, he sneaked over and asked, “Who is Musa?”
