The widow is a curse

Chapter 347: Empress Dayan's Personal Property!

Ruyi Casino.

Feng Xing was lazily leaning on the low couch beside the brazier, drinking warm wine, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Duanmu Yaoyang sat on a low stool opposite him, turning over the charcoal in the brazier with a cleaning rod, with a gloomy expression.

"Drink a little, get drunk and relieve your worries!"

Feng Xing filled up another empty cup in front of him and brought it in front of him.

After taking the cup, Duanmu Yaoyang drank it down in one gulp.

After a while, he asked sullenly.

"Feng Xing, what do you think I should do?!"

"What do you mean?!"

Feng Xing lazily moved his gaze away.

Duanmu Yaoyang raised his face and gave him a sideways glance, his eyes were full of anger.

"You can't help being silly and serious once!"

"You want me to be serious?!"

Feng Xing sat up straight and put on a serious look.

"Okay, then let me tell you, those who lose through my Ruyi Gambling Workshop must be willing to gamble and admit defeat. Six years ago, you lost to Bei Gonghan, so everything you have is hers, not only yours. People, including your Bei Mo! Duanmu Yaoyang, put down your stinky airs of Bei Mo King, you are just the private property of the Great Yan Empress Bei Gonghan, at most... you can be considered her male favourite... Do you understand, my old friend?!"

At the end, Feng Xing couldn't help laughing evilly.

He lay down on the low couch and continued to drink his wine.

"you!"

Duanmu Yaoyang wished he could beat him up.

The fist was raised and then lowered feebly.

With a cold snort, he snatched the jug from Fengxing's hand, and Duanmu Yaoyang strode onto the terrace.

Grab the railing and sit down, raise the jug, before drinking with your head up.

I saw a white shadow flying towards the balcony lightly.

Seeing that beautiful and refined face, the silver jug ​​in his hand suddenly fell off, and landed on the roof tiles extending outside the terrace downstairs with a bang, and rolled down with a gurgling sound.

Duanmu Yaoyang stood up slowly on the railing almost in disbelief.

"Bei Gonghan?!"

Bei Gonghan also saw him clearly.

With a startled face, she firmly controlled her forward figure.

Borrowing some strength on the roof tiles, he turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)