Zhang Chengling returned to the room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The shadows of the newly sprouted trees by the window hit the window. When the wind blew, the "rustling" movement continued. In the past, he felt like "the willow tops in the moon, the shadows of the trees."

Whirling", this night has become "baring teeth and claws, demons and ghosts".

At first, he reluctantly sat there shaking his head and reciting the formula - this habit was despised by those two people countless times. Senior Wen said, if you have to stumble and recite this thing word for word, how can you master it?

?His master was more direct. He simply said that once you understand and practice, you will be able to do it. He has never seen anyone in his life who can memorize a single formula with more effort than the Four Books and Five Classics. This shows that Zhang Chengling is stupid. He is simply stupid.

Got creative.

Then Zhang Chengling suddenly remembered that Master and Senior Wen had gone out, and it seemed that he was alone in this huge restaurant, so he became worried, always feeling that something was going to happen, so he uneasily pulled down the bed curtain and

The quilt was pulled over his head, as if it would be safe - I don't know what he was thinking.

He waited and listened carefully to the movements in the master's room next to him - of course, he completely ignored the fact that even if Zhou Zishu came back, he would not be able to hear it due to his ability - just like a restless rabbit,

After waiting for most of the night and not hearing any sound, I finally couldn't resist the lovesickness in my eyelids and fell into a drowsy sleep.

It wasn't until the morning of the next day that Zhang Chengling was awakened by the sound of other tenants getting up. He jumped up and ran to his master's room. He was disappointed to find that the quilts and pillows were all cold. The two of them had really spent the night together.

He didn't come back. The waiter in the restaurant came up to greet him, and Zhang Chengling had no choice but to go downstairs to have breakfast.

He couldn't summon up his energy and felt that he was a bit useless. For a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, his pants were getting shorter every day, but his abilities always seemed to be standing still. Uncle Li saved him.

Then he met the master, and then the master sent him to Taihu Lake, followed Uncle Zhao to Dongting, and then found the master...

It seems that no matter where he goes or what he does, he is not free and independent, but just follows others in a daze.

Zhang Chengling gnawed the buns absentmindedly, thinking about where he should go for the first time.

Just then, there was a small commotion at the door. Zhang Chengling took the bun in his mouth, looked back, and was stunned along with everyone else in the store.

I saw more than a dozen women coming in at the door of the restaurant. All of these women were dressed in black, like a flock of crows, and they flew in all at once. It was impossible to tell their age and appearance - because everyone had a look on their face.

The masks are like the crude smiling doll masks sold to children on the street during festivals. However, these pale-faced dolls have smiles on their mouths and blood stains on them. Their eyes are wide open and look like

Like a little devil.

The leader glanced at the stunned waiter and ordered in a cold voice: "Press the head and serve each person a bowl of plain noodles. If you look at it one more time, I will gouge your eyes out!"

Her voice was rough and hoarse, with unspeakable malice. She sounded like an old lady. With a glance, the people who were secretly looking at her immediately lowered their heads - these women don't look like kind-hearted people. They have been in the world for a long time.

When walking, no one wants to get into trouble.

The old lady in black at the head sat down domineeringly, beckoned: "Take a good look at the little bitch, and set off immediately after eating."

The women in black under her did not talk nonsense and sat down with them in a well-trained manner. Only then did Zhang Chengling see clearly that there was a young woman with disheveled hair and extremely embarrassed hair behind him, who was being escorted and pushed towards her. He took a closer look,

I was just startled and thought to myself: "Isn't this Miss Gao, the daughter of Daxia Gao? Why was she arrested by these shady people?"

The embarrassed woman was Gao Xiaolian. She didn't see Zhang Chengling. The corner of her mouth was broken and it hurt, so she struggled hard. Immediately, she felt pain in her waist, and she felt half-body numb. He pressed her shoulder.

A woman took back the long needle that had just been pierced into her waist, and said coldly in her ear: "Do you think I'm going to turn you into a cripple who can't even stand up with one needle?"

?How about a few scratches on your smooth little face?"

Gao Xiaolian didn't dare to move. Her eyes were red, and she was scared and angry. The woman stepped on her knee hard, almost making her fall to the ground, and scolded: "Then you should be more honest."

!”

Zhang Chengling hurriedly lowered his head, pretending not to see anything, and avoided the eyes of the woman in black. When he saw her sitting down, he cautiously raised his head and looked at Gao Xiaolian carefully.

He had always had a good impression of Gao Xiaolian. He thought she was a soft-spoken, gentle and beautiful sister. When he saw that she had bruises on her face, it was obvious that she had been beaten, he decided in his heart that she was a gentle and beautiful sister.

A group of women wearing black clothes is not a good thing.

He then looked at the door again, thinking anxiously, why haven't Master and the others come back yet?

This group of men in black were obviously on their way. Unlike Zhang Chengling who ate slowly and carefully, they filled their stomachs in a hurry and immediately put down their meal money to leave. However, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing did not want to come back yet.

mean.

Zhang Chengling couldn't sit still.

It is strange to say that Zhang Chengling always looks like a waste whenever he is in front of Zhou Zishu. Firstly, the word "waste" is often mentioned by his master who is the most impatient in the world. Furthermore, he himself has

The master relied on him, just like a child with a mother. Even if he cried out "Master, help me" over trivial matters, his powerful master would come to save him with curses.

Now that Zhou Zishu was away, he became calmer and bolder. He secretly called the waiter, gave him such instructions, and then cautiously chased after him.

On the other side, Zhou Zishu and the others, who had not returned home all night, also had an adventure.

As Wen Kexing listened to the sounds of the bed and people inside becoming more and more unscrupulous, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. He was like a land of fireworks. All these good things happened in the boudoir of the girl who received the guests. Was the girl deaf, blind, or...

So stupid that she didn’t even know there was a nest of scorpions living in the empty space under the bed?

He took Zhou Zishu's hand and wrote on his palm: "Whose room?"

Zhou Zishu paused and said, "Big scorpion."

Wen Kexing was even more confused and confused. Could it be that the leader of Poisonous Scorpion allowed Sister Yao to receive guests in his own bedroom? He thought in horror, could it be that the leader of Poisonous Scorpion was so poor that he committed murder and arson?

If you can't support him by doing business, why should you also do the flesh and blood business?

Then he scratched the palm of Zhou Zishu's hand and said, "Female scorpion?"

Zhou Zishu shook his head. Wen Kexing was even more puzzled. He listened carefully for a while and found that there were actually three people in the room. However, the fight between this man and a woman was so fierce that the other person's voice was almost covered up.

Although the breathing of the extra person was very light, it could still be heard to be slightly hasty. Wen Kexing became even more frightened, thinking that this scorpion-headed hobby... is really weird.

So he wrote: "Isn't he good?"

Zhou Zishu paused for a while, then nodded cautiously.

His side face reflected the moonlight that had just risen, and he had a business-like look on his face, as if Mr. Zhou was dealing with state affairs instead of listening to Qiang Gen. Wen Kexing looked at him and felt that this person was the first to be sanctimonious in the world.

Second, no one can be first.

After a long while, the sounds inside slowly calmed down. Zhou Zishu felt that it was almost done, so he waited patiently for them to leave. Unexpectedly, after a while, the bed board began to "creak" again.

The fuss seemed to be getting more lively - Zhou Zishu frowned, thinking that the two of them were not finished yet. They must be thick-skinned and heartless to be able to do this when there is someone watching next to them.

Put in the hard work!

Wen Kexing was almost amused by his tangled expression. He listened to the sounds in the house and the intermittent singing in the front yard. He looked at the person in front of him, his eyes lingering especially on Zhou Zishu's waist and legs -

The two people inside were in a good mood. They had nothing else to do, so they stared intently at the "see no evil" place and became distracted.

He was distracted for a while, then raised a hand and placed it on Zhou Zishu's side. Zhou Zishu frowned even more tightly and glanced at him. Wen Kexing raised an index finger to his mouth with a smile.

Bian, looks very innocent.

Zhou Zishu felt that he was a little too sensitive due to his torment, thinking that since he was an old man, he could touch him whenever he wanted, and he was not sure who would take advantage of whom, so he graciously ignored him.

Wen Kexing took advantage and continued to be good. He slowly moved his palm downwards, feeling more and more satisfied. He felt that the hair was really smooth, but it was a little thinner. But being thin also has its advantages. If you take off your clothes,

, this small waist can be pinched, but it feels even better.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Zishu reached back and pinched his buttocks. In response to a scream from the woman in the room, he twirled his two fingers, blew lightly, and glanced sideways at Wen Kexing.

One look and a chuckle.

Wen Kexing's eyes immediately darkened, and he tightened his arms around Zhou Zishu, kissing him before Zhou Zishu's smile disappeared. Neither of them dared to make any noise, so they could only compete with very limited room for use.

.The first time Zhou Zishu didn't react, the second time he was injured and was feeling sad. This time it was the first time he met his opponent.

Of these two, one wanders around the flowers, makes friends with countless oirans, and takes it as his mission to go whore all over the world. The other escapes from the capital city by the Wangyue River in Thirty Miles, and is used to changing cups and cups to make fun of the occasion. They are both experienced in romance, that is, lips and teeth

The entanglement must be like either the east wind overpowering the west wind, or the west wind overpowering the east wind.

I don't know how long it took, but my breath was almost suffocating in my chest. Even the excited voices of the two people in the room were muted. Only then did Wen Kexing let go of Zhou Zishu, who was also having some unsteady breath and was trying hard to suppress it.

, holding one of his hands and leaning very close.

He suddenly stopped laughing, and just looked at Zhou Zishu quietly. At that moment, it seemed that he had thousands of words to say, but they all fell silent in the end. The people in the room stopped, and the singing from the front yard became clear and sweet.

A female voice sang softly: "Recall the plum blossoms and go to Xizhou, fold the plum blossoms and send them to the north of the Yangtze River..."

Wen Kexing wrote in the palm of Zhou Zishu's hand one by one: "I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love."

Zhou Zishu looked at him silently for a long time, then gently closed his palms, and gently squeezed Wen Kexing's fingers into his palms. However, they only touched him once, and then they separated again. He lowered his eyes and once again avoided Wen Kexing's gaze.

, sighing vaguely.

At this time, a male voice in the room whispered contentedly: "Okay, you go." Then there was a sound on the door, and Zhou Zishu took the opportunity to jump like a sparrow, landing on the roof silently, and gently peeled off the tiles.

Gap, look inside.

Wen Kexing looked at his fingers, as if the temperature in the palm of the man's palm was still there, but the night wind was too cold, and as soon as it blew lightly, Youhu disappeared. At that moment, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

I could only laugh bitterly, as if laughing at myself.

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It will snow tomorrow,o(>_
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