Concubine is always vicious

Chapter 37

"Han Ji, I've been waiting for you for so long, and you're finally here."

……

The spring rain is like silk, endless.

The next day was still a rainy day, with a drizzle falling in the sky.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Xiyue followed behind An Huan without leaving.What annoyed her the most was the rainy weather, and she didn't know why the princess was still in the mood to go shopping.

An Huan seemed to be in a good mood, with a faint smile on her face all the time, her smile was like spring breeze turning into rain, full of charms, the street vendors, I don't know how many people were dazzled by it.

"Princess...Princess..." Pulling An Huan's sleeve, Xi Yue pouted, "There is a teahouse in front, let's go in to shelter from the rain, or we will get wet in a while."

"Don't take shelter from the rain." An Huan shook her head, still holding a small flower umbrella, swaggering freely through the crowd.

At this time, on the other side of the street, a blue-gray figure, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, slowly merged into the crowd.

"Princess, I'm about to bump into someone." Xi Yue rushed forward to grab An Huan.

But instead of holding her back, she pushed her instead. An Huan staggered and fell into the arms of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his head and looked at her indifferently, with a look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

An Huan, on the other hand, seemed to be as soft as boneless, and clung to his body tightly for a long time without moving.

"Get out of the way." The man in Tsing Yi said impatiently.

"My foot seems to be sprained." An Huan said with a pitiful face.

"Ah, princess, your ankle is sprained..." Xi Yue said in surprise, squatting down to see how serious the injury was.

But just as she squatted down, she saw that An Huan's legs had already left the ground, and was hugged horizontally by the man in Tsing Yi.

"Who are you, you are so presumptuous, how dare you be rude to the princess." Xi Yue shouted.

"Shut up." With a cold cry, the man in Tsing Yi glared at Yue.

Xiyue immediately felt that her tongue was tied, and tried very hard to stare back, but her heart was empty and she had no confidence at all.

But seeing the man in Tsing Yi walking faster and faster with An Huan in his arms, she had no choice but to chase after him anxiously... But she didn't chase very far, and saw the man in Tsing Yi who was not far away. lost track.

Xi Yue's complexion changed drastically, she faintly sensed that something was wrong, she hurried towards the Wangfu, took two steps, and bumped into a person.

She looked up, her face turned pale again, and she said in a panic, "My lord, it's not good, my concubine has been robbed..."

With a "snap", the door of the inn room was pushed open, and the man in Tsing Yi hugged An Huan, and went straight in.

Throwing An Huan on the bed casually, walked aside, poured a cup of hot tea, and after taking a sip, the man in Tsing Yi frowned and said, "Get up, I know you're not hurt."

Turning over, An Huan jumped off the bed, giggled and said, "You know I'm not injured and you carried me all the way here. Why, you want to take advantage of me."

"I'm not interested in you." Han Ji said coldly.

"Really? You're not interested in me, so who are you interested in?" Like a soft and boneless beautiful snake, with a slight twist of her body, An Huan was in front of the man in Tsing Yi.

Stretching out his hand to pick up the man in Tsing Yi's chin, he saw two sharp collarbones exposed under the collar, subconsciously swallowed, An Huan smiled and said, "Beauty Han, could it be that you are only interested in men?" .”

Frowning slightly, Han Ji said impatiently, "Get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude."

"You're welcome, why are you so rude." With a foolish smile, An Huan moved forward instead of retreating, with half of her body hanging on his body, "Aren't you interested in men, are you just a piece of wood that doesn't understand style?"

With a cold smile, a playful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Han Ji's mouth, "I don't understand the style, do you want to give me some pointers?"

With a sneer, she blew lightly on Han Ji's face, An Huan said with a half-smile, "Why, with Han Meiren's body and flesh, is she afraid that she won't be able to find a woman, so she asked me to give her advice?"

"As you said, my whole life is now in your hands, so I don't want to find a woman."

"It's really strange, when did I hold your life..." Taking a step back, the corner of the skirt flew up, and a corner of a token made of black fine iron was exposed under the skirt.

A sharp light flashed in Han Ji's eyes for an instant, but before he could make any move, An Huan slipped and fled far away, standing at the door of the room staring at him for a while and saying, "Han Ji Beauty, are you going to turn into a jackal? Have you really taken a fancy to me?"

Han Ji's expression was stiff, and he stared at the token at her waist. With the five fingers of his right hand, his veins were faintly exposed, and he scratched a tiny white mark on the table.

"Give it to me." After patting the table, Han Ji stood up and said coldly.

"What? Han Meiren is suddenly interested in me again, but if I don't change my temper and expression, I won't be able to bear it." An Huan said intentionally.

"You know what I'm talking about." The pent-up anger gradually approached the verge of eruption, and the meaning of the words became more and more bad.

"I don't know." Shaking her head innocently, An Huan pressed her hand on the door leaf, as if she was about to leave at any time.

If she sits down to talk in a serious manner and makes all kinds of unimaginable requests, Han Ji may still think it is normal. After all, the woman who ran out of the Daxiong Temple was able to escape the chasing and killing of Zongba and Zongba, and she was a perverted existence. .

However, when this woman with a delicate and seductive face, from the moment they met, played her cards out of common sense, kept making jokes, and just didn't shift the focus of the conversation to topics he was interested in, no matter how good-tempered he was, , was also exhausted.

"What exactly do you want?" Han Ji asked with a headache.

At that moment just now, he even had the urge to grab him, but since An Huan dared to meet him in this way alone, she was already fully prepared, she is a woman like a poisonous scorpion, isn't she? what?
Giggling and trembling, An Huan pointed at Han Ji, "Han Meiren, are you begging me?"

"Why did I ask you?" Han Ji said with great disdain.

"It's really arrogant." An Huan sighed, and then took off the token from his waist, "It's just, Han Meiren, don't you think, at this time, pretending to be tough and strong in front of me, Is it a very boring thing?"

Han Ji's eyes were fixed on her hand, his face changed slightly, and the hairs on his back stood on end. At this moment, he entered the best time to fight.

It's a pity that this extreme desire to fight was quickly melted away by the faint smile on An Huan's face.

"Damn it." Cursed in a low voice, Han Ji was made one head and two big by An Huan.

"Tell me, what are the conditions, I don't want to talk nonsense with you." Han Ji said directly.

"Could it be that Han Meiren thinks I'm ugly, and I can't stay there for a second." With a sway, the fragrance smelled, and he came to Han Ji again.

She lifted the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Han Ji, "Han Meiren, I think you've been getting angry recently, so it's better to drink more tea. I think this will also help us to continue the conversation."

Han Ji raised his head, glanced at her, reached out to pick up the cup, and almost couldn't bear to smash it out, but the expression on An Huan's face changed accordingly, becoming a bit gloomy and stern.

Every face of this woman who seemed to be wearing a mask was so impenetrable.

Han Ji hesitated for a moment, and with a "pop", his five fingers suddenly exerted force, and the cup shattered in his hand.

"You're really angry, let's have another cup." Picking up a cup again, An Huan filled it with tea and handed it to Han Ji again.

Han Ji looked at her like a monster, and asked puzzledly, "What exactly do you want?"

"It's just tea, why are you so surprised?" Withdrawing the hand that was handed out, he raised his head and drank the tea in one breath.

Throwing the cup heavily on the table, An Huan wiped her mouth, not as frivolous as before, but became serious.

"Han Meiren, let's make a deal."

"What deal." Frowning slightly, Han Ji is not surprised this time, this is the purpose of her coming to see him, isn't it?

"It's very simple. I'll return the token to you, and you can help me kill Da Zongba." An Huan said in a word.

"What?" Han Ji's expression was shocked.

If there is anyone in this world that he fears the most, then it is Da Zongba.

Da Zongba was like a big mountain pressing on his head, and for so many years, he was oppressed all the time and couldn't breathe.

"Don't you dare?" An Huan mocked.

"It's not that I dare not, it's that it's simply impossible." Han Ji looked a little lonely.

"Why is it impossible? Don't forget how you escaped in the first place."

"It was then, now is now..."

"Don't you claim to be number one in the world? Why is that?" The only hope, in front of Han Ji's attitude, shattered, and An Huan couldn't help being irritable.

Han Ji's lips were slightly pursed, but there was an uncontrollable violent breath raging in his eyes.

Just when An Huan thought that he would attack with anger and became wary, she heard Han Ji laughing out loud. He laughed so arrogantly and evilly.

It's just that this high-spirited smile stopped abruptly in the next moment, like a string that was suddenly broken, he stared at An Huan, and said word by word, "You have such a big tone, you Have you ever seen Da Zongba? He even asked me to kill him."

"Is this important?" All she wanted was the result.

"You really don't know anything." With a sneer, Han Ji said, "Da Zongba Shenlong sees the head but doesn't see the end. There are thousands of believers in the Daxiong Temple, but how many people have actually seen him? Even if it's me , I only saw him as a puppet clone back then."

"What? A puppet clone?" An Huan's face was horrified.

Frowning slightly, Han Ji said coldly, "Don't be too surprised, you heard me right, when I betrayed Daeun Temple, the one who chased and killed me was just a puppet clone of Xiao Zongba and Da Zongba, otherwise I would It’s long since died.”

In fact, it is rumored that the puppet clone with only one-tenth of the power of the original deity still caused him serious injuries in that interception, and he was on the verge of death.If the last puppet clone hadn't exploded for some reason, it would have been impossible for him to live to this day.

"So you haven't seen Da Zongba himself?" An Huan frowned.Remembering that Ning Zhiyuan was on his way to the Beidou Dynasty, he couldn't help but tense up a little.

"No. If I had seen it, it would be impossible for me to live to this day. So, put away your stupid thoughts, it is simply impossible to kill Da Zongba. And it is absolutely impossible for me to do so. "Han Ji mocked.

An Huan was slightly distracted. She thought that after meeting Han Ji, things would turn around, but what she didn't expect was that Han Ji refused.

Squeezing the token in his hand, sighing in a low voice, An Huan said, "Han Ji, would you rather die than go?"

(End of this chapter)