Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 157 When Will You Marry Me 3
Sa Qiufeng pleaded at Fuyou's feet, hugged his leg, and choked up: "Didn't you ever think about marrying me after all these years? Or...you think I'm a prostitute and not worthy of you?" you?"

"What nonsense?!" Master Fuyou was a little angry, "I'm not that kind of person."

"Okay, then you marry me!"

These words have been held in her heart for a long time. If she hadn't been stimulated by this today, she would not have said the truth through alcohol. She knew that if she said these words, maybe they would break up like this, and he wouldn't Come to find yourself again, but if she doesn't speak out, she will be suffocated.

Master Fuyou's face was very ugly, he stood up, no more banter than before, but looked at Sa Qiufeng seriously: "No, I can't marry you."

Sa Qiufeng's tears rolled in her eyes, she knew it was the result, but she still couldn't accept it.

"Then why are you looking for me?!"

Seeing the painful Sa Qiufeng, Master Fuyou stepped back: "Well, we will never meet again in the future."

After finishing speaking, Fuyou Daoist jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night without stopping.

"Floating!"

Sa Qiufeng shouted, but Fuyou Daoist had already disappeared.

Grabbing the jug on the table, Sa Qiufeng ruthlessly threw it out of the window.

Perplexed, Sa Qiufeng stood up suddenly, walked to a wooden cabinet on several shelves, stretched out his hand, and there were wine jugs inside.

Looking at the jugs used by Master Fuyou, Sa Qiufeng gritted his teeth in annoyance, reached out and grabbed a handful and threw them to the ground forcefully.

"Bastard! Coward!"

Hearing the sound of something being thrown, the girl ran out of the house, stood outside the door and knocked on the door: "Sister, what's wrong?"

No one answered, the girl was in a hurry, pushed the door open and ran in.

The flagon shards all over the floor startled her, and Sa Qiufeng sat on the ground and burst into tears.

Hurrying to walk around the debris, the girl helped Sa Qiufeng up: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Choking with sobs, Sa Qiufeng said, "I'm sick, very sick!"

The girl looked at the debris on the ground, not knowing what to say.

……

"Ugh."

Sighing, Sa Qiufeng somewhat regretted his impulsiveness.

A white figure flashed outside the window, and Sa Qiufeng sat up abruptly.

"Floating?"

Taoist Fuyi, who jumped in from the window, looked at the room and said, "It's still the same."

Sa Qiufeng stood up from the bed, this person was somewhat similar to Master Fuyou, with white hair and a childlike face, but without such a white beard.

"Floating Yi Yaodao?"

Taoist Fuyi shook his head: "It's a Taoist. What kind of demon way?"

Disappointed, Sa Qiufeng stretched out his hand: "Sit. By the way, where is your most precious beard?"

Taoist Fuyi quickly touched his chin, and smiled mischievously: "That...it's too hot, I'll shave it off to cool off."

Sa Qiufeng let out a "tss": "Did you molested some girl and got slapped?"

Taoist Fuyi's face immediately changed, seeing Sa Qiufeng's powerless look, he changed the subject and said, "I haven't seen you for so long, why are you not enthusiastic at all?"

Sa Qiufeng nodded: "Welcome."

Taoist Fuyi gave up.

Looking at the surrounding decorations, Taoist Fuyi smacked his mouth and said, "Sure enough, it's a finger-wrapping soft head card, which is luxurious enough."

Walking to Sa Qiufeng's side, a faint smell of medicine and rouge rushed into Taoist Fuyi's nose. After sniffing, Taoist Fuyi looked at Sa Qiufeng's charming face and grabbed her hand. Turning over and holding her in his arms, he sat on the bench and let Sa Qiufeng sit on his lap.

(End of this chapter)