Quickly brewing love: boss, let go!

Chapter 696 Extra Story: The Empress of the Underworld is on the 9-12 (four in one)

It was rare to try this kind of place, and Di Lu still couldn't hold it back.

Coupled with Mu Jiuyao in his arms, he couldn't help himself even more.

Feeling the coolness in the wind and waves, even a little bit of drizzle just now.

Uh...it's really too much nonsense...

Di Lu hurriedly took Mu Jiuyao into his arms, and the breaths of the two were intertwined, charming and loving.

do it all...

I still have to coax it before I talk...

With a slight flash of the body, the two came out from the grove.

Mu Jiuyao pursed her lips slightly, slipped her little hand into someone's clothes, slightly grabbed a small piece of flesh around his waist, and twisted it fiercely.

Although ordinary people can't even touch the corner of Di Lu's clothes, those poking with swords, spears, swords and halberds will have no effect at all.

But Mu Jiuyao couldn't bear it and brought a little bit of strength, not to mention that Di Lu was completely defenseless against Mu Jiuyao.

I was really caught off guard...

Di Lu's body slid slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he stopped his steps, pulling a certain mischievous little hand out of his clothes.

"Is this... not enough?" A chuckle was full of danger.

Mu Jiuyao blinked her eyes.

No, actually a little too much.

"Get dressed for me."

Seeing Mu Jiuyao's awkward and unwillingness to care about others, Di Lu sighed slightly, and slightly touched Mu Jiuyao's forehead, but quickly and gently helped Mu Jiuyao finish dressing with his hands.

But don't be in a hurry... It's rare to have such an opportunity, and he still has a lot of things he wants to try...

A slight smile escaped from the corner of his lips, which suddenly attracted Mu Jiuyao's suspicious gaze.

Concentrating his emotions, Di Lu put Mu Jiuyao on the ground, looked at Mu Jiuyao slightly raised his head and looked at himself, with a few red marks on his neck.

That's what he left behind just now...

He lowered his body slightly, and pecked lightly on Mu Jiuyao's face again.

Seeing her raising her hand in dissatisfaction, the red oil-paper umbrella appeared again in her hand, slightly touching Di Lun's chin, looking at the gorgeous black robe on Di Lun's body, which was embroidered with golden silk thread on some kind of divine beast.

The hair with the night pearl in the hairpin was slightly messy due to the violent exercise just now, and two strands of hair hung down, carrying a different kind of beauty.

Mu Jiuyao paused for a moment, then smiled viciously, "Master Pluto...Your reaction is not right."

"What's wrong?"

"This girl was forced by heaven and earth to be your concubine..."

"My queen and I..."

Seeing that this person's shameless words were about to come out, Mu Jiuyao raised her hand and directly blocked his lips.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay, stop messing around, the matter of An Yucheng is about to start, and there are still things to do."

"But..." Di Lu licked Mu Jiuyao's palm slightly, with a smile and a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Aren't we here for honeymoon?"

Well, honeymoon wholeheartedly, nothing wrong.

Mu Jiuyao: ...

Is this uncle really here for vacation?
The corner of Mu Jiuyao's mouth twitched slightly, looking at this person.

After watching for a long time, Di Lu shrugged slightly, and led Mu Jiuyao to the front.

Well, it's not impossible to do something else by the way.

Just to see what can be done for entertainment around...

But at the moment in Anyu City, An Mansion is not very peaceful either.

Early in the morning, Miss An Yang sat in front of the vanity mirror, her face was haggard and pale, her eyes were slightly blue, she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed slightly.

The maid behind her gently took care of An Yang's hair one by one. Seeing An Yang's tired look, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Miss, did you not sleep well last night?"

"En..." Responded slightly in a low voice, An Yang rubbed the center of his brow without energy, "It's not very stable."

"Did you have a nightmare again?" the little maid asked tentatively.

An Yang nodded slightly, and suddenly said, "Zhuqing, do you remember the first time I had this dream?"

"It was... when Miss was five years old?"

Zhuqing recalled that in the rainy night when she was five years old, An Yang woke up crying, no matter how much her wife coaxed her, she would not stop, she finally fell asleep again, but the next day she developed a high fever.

After burning for three full days, it seemed that it was about to die.

The old man and his wife were in a hurry, and later on, they didn't know who said that there was an eminent monk on the mountain next to Anyu City, who might be able to cure this strange disease.

It's just that it only accepts those who are destined.

Although I don't really believe in such words, but in the desperate situation, I can only take such a gamble.

It was really let them find it, and the lady's fever subsided, and the monk left a jade tablet, saying it was to fix her soul, and then disappeared without a trace.

Since then, although An Yang still had that kind of nightmare, and had a fever because of that nightmare at first, it was not as serious as the first time.

Although he still had such nightmares later on, he didn't have a fever in the end. It just made An Yang sleep badly, but the time for nightmares also gradually decreased.

"Miss..." Qingzhu combed An Yang's hair, and slowly put the hairpin of the white jade butterfly on the side into An Yang's hair. Looking at the white jade color in the blue hair, she couldn't help but nodded slightly .

The tone was tentative, "Do you still remember what that nightmare was about today?"

It's ridiculous to say that it's a nightmare that has tormented her for so long, but every time she wakes up from the dream, she can't remember it at all.

An Yang lowered his eyes slightly, thinking back in his mind.

Even though she knew it was futile, she still wanted to know why she kept falling into this dream.

'Hehe, what I can't get, you can't get it either, don't you want to become a fairy...?You...become...me...'

Anyang pressed his head violently.

"Miss!" Zhu Qing next to her was taken aback, and before she had time to put the comb on the dressing table, it clattered to the ground.

"Well……"

"Miss, where does it hurt?" Zhu Qing quickly reached out, "Where does it hurt, tell Zhu Qing, don't cry, miss."

Don't cry...?
An Yang calmed down slightly, slowly lowered her hand and moved it to the corner of her eyes, a wet feeling came, she really... cried...?
What the hell is this?

"Miss?"

"It's okay." Even An Yang couldn't help showing a little panic, pursing his lips slightly, "I'm okay."

Become a fairy...?Can't get...?
what is that?Whose is that beautiful voice?Why did she feel so familiar, and the moment the words were spoken, her heart ached...

Was that part of her nightmare...?

After checking An Yang carefully, and confirming again and again that An Yang is okay, Zhu Qing was slightly relieved, and raised her hand to tidy up An Yang's messed up hair bit by bit.

"Again, miss, do you really think that little Taoist priest is not a suspicious person? After all, the master and wife are not in the house now, if..."

"It's okay." He didn't, he retorted almost subconsciously.

A look of surprise flashed across An Yang's eyes, with a little thought in his heart, why... can she be so sure?

It seemed that when he saw this person lying on the side of the road, he brought him back without any hesitation.

That subtle feeling, plus the previous dream.

An Yang's hand slowly moved to his heart, and slowly clenched it tightly.

Does it have something to do with him?Will she remember if it has something to do with him?

"Yes, ma'am."

An Yang stood up, the girl in the green shirt, except for her haggard and pale face, was graceful in other respects, like a lady from a great family.

"Is he awake?"

"Not yet, miss, it's strange to say that he wasn't seriously injured, but he just couldn't wake up..." There was a hint of doubt in Zhuqing's eyes.

An Yang was not too shocked when he heard the words.

A Taoist...

Others may not believe it, but she is haunted by nightmares every day, and only the emerald jade tablet around her waist can make her fall asleep for a short time, as well as the faint ghost-like voice she heard in her sleep...

It was all to convince her that there were still existences in this world that they didn't know about.

And if this is the case, then the scars of this Taoist priest are understandable.

Thinking this way, just as An Yang stepped out of the room, there was a slightly shocked voice outside.

"Miss, Miss." A servant ran over quickly, with a little panic on his face.

"What's wrong?" An Yang frowned.

"Wei San is dead!"

An Yang paused slightly, and took a step back.

"What's going on? Tell me clearly."

The servant's face was pale, and his eyes were flickering with fear and fear, "This morning, I finished my work on time, and just when I was about to go back to rest, I found that Wei San's work hadn't started yet. I felt strange, so I went to see it." To see if he was uncomfortable, but found that he was lying on the bed with his belly cut open, and he was already cold."

Disemboweled...

The faces of several people changed slightly.

Zhuqing looked at An Yang's paler face, raised her hand to support An Yang, "Miss."

"Did you report to the police?" An Yang pursed her lips slightly and said.

"It has already been reported."

"Listen, my parents are not in the house, so everyone in the house should not panic, strengthen their precautions, and pay attention to cooperate with the official's investigation, understand?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you go down." An Yang rubbed his hair with a slight headache and said.

"Yes, the little one retire."

The servant retreated tremblingly, and An Yang breathed out.

There was a hint of fear on Zhuqing's face, "Miss, open your stomach..."

"Well, I know..."

It is not too unusual for people to die in Anyu City. After all, it is the time of famine, and many victims of disasters sneaked into Anyu City through the city wall, but the city wall is very high. He fell directly from the wall and died on the spot.

But disembowelling this method of death is indeed a bit penetrating.

Because this is the fourth of the month...

The other three are not from the mansion, so they can't be involved, but now...

"Miss, miss," a maid walked over quickly, "there is news from over there that the person rescued by miss has woken up."

Woke up?

An Yang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. For some reason, when he heard that he had woken up, his thoughts that had been a little distracted all of a sudden calmed down.

"Zhuqing, follow me to have a look."

At this moment, Yuanyuan's consciousness was still in the picture of Mu Jiuyao walking towards him, and when he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw the white curtain above his head.

The injuries on his body have almost recovered during his coma, and with a muffled snort, Yuan Yuan braced himself and got up.

Looking at the surrounding decorations, just when I felt strange, the door of this room was pushed open.

The one who led the way in was a beautiful young girl in a green shirt.

That pair of clear pupils immediately made Yuanyuan who met those pupils lose his mind.

When he came back to his senses, a trace of annoyance flashed across Yuan Yuan's eyes, and he slightly opened his eyes, "Excuse me, but this little friend was saved?"

Little friend?An Yang pursed her lips slightly, but nodded slightly without saying anything.

"The little friend saw someone or something wrong when he met me?" Yuan Yuan's movements were slightly intense, and his eyes suddenly looked at An Yang.

An Yang paused, "When we met you on the road outside Anyu City, there was no one around, and there were no strange things."

"Wait a minute..." Yuan Yuan paused slightly, blinked his eyes, "You mean, you rescued me on the roadside outside Anyu City?"

"Exactly." An Yang nodded.

"Then here is...?"

"Naturally, it is in Anyu City."

A shock flashed across Yuanyuan's eyes. You must know that the distance between An Yucheng and the small forest is not far...

Did the ghost not kill him?
And deliberately left him at an intersection where someone would pass by?

what does she mean?
"Thank you for saving my life, little friend." But the doubts in his heart were doubts, and it was the girl in front of him who saved him, Yuan Yuan clasped his fists and said.

Suddenly, his tone became a little weird, and his complexion also became slightly weird, and he looked around as if he saw something.

Then he muttered to himself, "The ghost aura here...is it a bit too heavy?"

"What?" Standing behind An Yang, Zhu Qing didn't hear Yuan Yuan's words clearly, and asked subconsciously.

An Yang, who was in front of her, had a serious look on her face, and looked back at these people, "You guys, go down first."

"Huh? But miss..." Are you going to be alone with this unknown person?
This is very dangerous...

Before the words could be spoken, Zhu Qing choked back when she saw An Yang's gaze.

Knowing An Yang's temperament, he just nodded slightly in the end, and followed the crowd out.

Yuanyuan blinked slightly, "I don't know what's the matter, little friend?"

"You, what did you just say?" An Yang said, but there was a certain emotion in his eyes.

Yuanyuan's face changed slightly, remembering what the master said when he went out.

　Safe
　　
　
(End of this chapter)