Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 212 The Cold God (10)

It's a coward who doesn't pick it up now, Shen Beiqiu completely lost his mind, and threw him on the bed, "I'll let you taste the feeling of shame and anger."

Wang Yi was lying on the bed with his neck stuck, staring at the beams of the house without moving. He couldn't feel the coldness, but when half of his clothes were taken off and a large piece of skin was exposed on his chest, Wang Yi still felt a tinge of coldness. goosebumps.

Shen Beiqiu's violent movements also slowed down. All eyes were on his muscular figure, as if slowing down the camera. He put his hand on the belt around Wang Yi's waist and hadn't untied it for a long time. His pale cheeks slowed down. It slowly became red, spreading to the tips of the ears and neck.

Feeling that his movements slowed down, he roared, "Take it off, why don't you take it off, I'm afraid you will take it off."

When Shen Beiqiu heard his shout, he subconsciously moved and pulled off the tie.

Momojiu finally finished taking off his clothes, don't make a fuss about taking off his clothes from now on, Wang Yi sat up with a cold snort, just happened to be Shen Beiqiu was going to stay away from the bed, who knew that Shen Beiqiu tripped when he just stretched his legs After a while, she threw herself back on him again, and Wang Yi groaned when she was hit by him.

Before he got up, Wang Yi pushed him aside, and he said with disgust: "What do you mean? You want to crush Lao Tzu to death, and you don't even look at your frail little body. All the female ghosts in the Raksha Mansion I can kick you to the ninth heaven with one kick."

hahahahhahahahaha.

Shen Beiqiu gritted his teeth and glared at him, Wang Yi wasn't afraid at all, his clothes were ripped off by him, and the two were cleared.

"Get off."

Where the two of them didn't see, a red light flashed on their respective wrists.

Shen Beiqiu got up from him, stayed away from him, and took a step back, but because of the farce just now, Wang Yi forgot to untie the lace of his trousers, and only took a step, his legs were tripped With a single stroke, he rushed forward, and turned back to pick Shen Beiqiu and fell to the ground.

Shen Beiqiu gritted his teeth and pushed him, but he didn't.

Wang Yi smiled smugly, and pressed him tightly, "You want to push Lao Tzu with your body, so you should practice for 500 years."

Shen Beiqiu rolled his eyes angrily, arched under him, and suddenly heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Don't move!"

When he said don't move, he didn't move. Just as Shen Beiqiu was about to use his power, he grabbed his wrist, "I told you not to move."

Only then did Shen Beiqiu realize that something was wrong with him. There was danger in his dark eyes. As a male ghost, he naturally understood what it was.

All eyes met, and no one spoke.

The red light shone again, followed by a throbbing heartbeat, Shen Beiqiu avoided his eyes, Wang Yi's Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, pulled his face with one hand, lowered his head and pressed it down.

After a night.

When the two went out again, when someone asked them whether the rumors were true, Shen Beiqiu looked helpless and refused to answer, Wang Yin nodded perfunctorily, and their reactions were considered to be matchmaking, which deeply affected them. hit.

……

The rumors became more and more intense, and there were even some ghosts who said that the gods like men. For a while, the ghosts panicked. Wherever the wind and kites haunted, the male ghosts would avoid them. .

There are only a few ghosts who are interested in Lang Youqing's concubine. Those male ghosts who didn't like it at first, when they heard the rumors, they all became anxious, wishing to marry a ghost in the next second. Female spit ghosts and dung-eating female ghosts have become sweet pastries, and there is an endless stream of suitors.

Feng Yuan is free, so he doesn't need to bother with his horoscope or anything else. Anyway, the ghosts who come here have their own ideas. Let Mu Zhili record it here. A red line, and then write it down in the marriage book.

It is much more efficient than his own matchmaking efficiency. In only half a month, as long as there are no gray-haired old ladies in the ghost town, they all have a partner. Going to be with a nasty guy!

When Mu Zhili came in from outside the hall, he was sitting on a chair chattering in every possible way, playing with his fingers around a red thread, his drooping eyebrows and low air pressure all showed that he was in a bad mood.

Mu Zhili didn't make any sound when he walked, he felt it the first time a ghost came over, there would be no other ghosts besides her, Feng Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

The malicious value on the top of his head dropped after the three pairs were formed, and it is still 7823, which means that he has achieved so much, and he doesn't feel that there is any achievement.

As she approached, Feng Yuan closed the red thread and looked up at her, "Since the marriage in the ghost city is settled, there is nothing for the god to stay here. If I talk to the ghost emperor today, the god will leave tomorrow. "

It must be very difficult to meet once he leaves. It is not easy to expect him to come down to earth every year on the Qixi Festival. After all, it is not as easy as getting along day and night. Marriage has not yet been drawn."

Feng Yuan turned a red thread upwards from his palm, and sent it forward, "If the Ghost Emperor likes it, just tie him up."

Mu Zhili pinched the red thread, "How to tie it?"

Feng Yuan handed her two marriage stones, "When the time comes, whoever you like, write your name on it, and tie two stones with a red thread."

She took it and asked, "Anyone can be tied on the other side?"

He nodded, "Naturally."

Mu Zhili asked again: "What if the Emperor says he's in love with a fairy?"

Hearing her words, Feng Yuan laughed, laughing at her lack of self-knowledge, "The ghost emperor doesn't think about it, can the god you fancy fall in love with you?"

Mu Zhili resisted the urge to hang him up and beat him, and said with a smile: "What if, what if, I'll fall in love with it."

"Let's talk about that in case."

She continued: "May I ask what is the horoscope of God's birthday?"

"Ask why?"

She smiled brightly: "Because I'm in love with Shangshen, does Shangshen allow this just in case?"

Regardless of his shock, she stopped laughing, and asked seriously: "Did God take a fancy to me?"

After Mu Zhili finished asking, Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment, and said that God doesn't like ugly people, and when she was about to cry, she almost fled in despair.

How can a ghost like him as a god without self-knowledge?He can live thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, but what about her?In less than 200 years, he is a high-ranking god, and she is the lowest ghost who can't even be reincarnated. They have nothing to do with each other from beginning to end.

Mu Zhili and the others disappeared, wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and sighed, "People change. At the beginning, they said that they loved me forever and ever, but now they hurt me, and they turned their heads and abandoned me to look for a beautiful woman." A beautiful little fairy like a flower, what a pity."

(End of this chapter)