A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Pei Xiaoqing was overjoyed, and hurriedly threw the flowers into his rolling dragon robe, shaking her head and saying: "Oh, this robe should be worth thousands of taels, the elders are really getting more and more western, even wearing silk up."

The two went down the mountain together. Pei Xiaoqing didn't want to be held in Ye Qianjin's arms anymore. She wanted to run for her life and had to. Now that the two of them do that again, it would be too impolite.

And Ye Qianjin didn't seem to be in a hurry, walking with Yi Ren in his heart under the moon was very pleasant, but he wished that the hourglass would flow more slowly so that he could stay with her for a while longer.

After all, before going down the mountain, a group of black clothes came over, and Ye Qianjin vigilantly put Pei Xiaoqing on her back and jumped up.

Pei Xiaoqing was horrified, and asked, "What's the matter today, is there a drill? Why are there people in black everywhere?"

"Heavenly Demon Sect, if they are in a hurry, you can go alone first, and I will send you to the official road." Ye Qianjin said in a deep voice.

"I said that you are a dignified prince. If you don't talk about shouting and rushing when you go out, you have to bring some hidden guards or something. It's too shabby." Pei Xiaoqing couldn't help complaining, remembering that she almost died last time In the hands of the Demon Cult, she was terrified for a while.

"Do you think I'm Chu Yunxi? I ​​hate the people following." Ye Qianjin replied angrily.

Pei Xiaoqing's heart burned when she heard that, she grabbed one of his ears and said, "Damn, Yunxi has eye problems, so it's normal to be around people, okay, are you willing to compare him to him?"

It was the first time in Ye Qianjin's life that someone pulled her ears. Although it hurt, the pain made his heart as sweet as honey. She became more and more comfortable and unrestrained in front of him. She was usually with Chu Yunxi When we were together, did we also make such a fuss?

The people behind were getting closer and closer, and Ye Qianjin didn't have time to savor the sweetness and warmth at this moment, so he slashed behind him with a palm full of enthusiasm.

A wave of air swept back, and the men in black who were the first to bear the brunt were immediately shaken far away, some of them spat out blood, and fell on the ground for a long time without getting up.

Pei Xiaoqing grabbed the cloth bag with one hand, hooked Ye Qianjin's neck with the other, and praised: "Elder Ye's trick of Kanglong Yougui is really too western, let's use another trick of Flying Dragon in the Sky."

Ye Qianjin almost laughed out loud at the move she said, and said helplessly, "What kind of random move?"

"The Beggar Gang's Eighteen Punches of Subduing the Dragon, by the way, do you know how to hit the dog stick? If not, I'll teach you a trick or two." Pei Xiaoqing clambered onto Ye Qianjin's shoulder with one hand , Facing the increasing number of men in black who were getting closer and closer, he opened the cloth bag in his hand.

"You know martial arts?" Ye Qianjin asked in astonishment.

"The dog beating stick method, everyone in the beggar gang knows it."

The man in black seemed to be intimidated by Ye Qianjin's previous move. After he got close, he didn't dare to attack rashly. He hesitated a little after hearing what Pei Xiaoqing said, and only surrounded the two of them.

Seeing that the encirclement circle was getting smaller and smaller, Pei Xiaoqing seemed to regard them as turtles in the middle of nowhere, she was anxious, and shouted: "The first method of beating the dog with the stick, the goddess scattered flowers." She raised her hand, grabbed the mantuoluo and Throw it to the nearest man in black.

The man in black was frightened by the trick she said, and faced each other intently, the sword in his hand danced like a storm, but the flowers were the most erratic, and when they got stronger, they swung towards each other's companions, and some flowers fell on the ground. The heads and faces of some men in black were brushed vigilantly with their hands.