The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 87 Shadow Assassin (42)

"I did it on purpose." This is not impossible to admit.

Qian Yuan looked down at the woman in his arms, his black pupils became darker and darker, bottomless.

"The cold jade snow lotus is with me. When I came to Lijing this time, I planned to ask Gongshupan whether the cold jade snow lotus can be cultivated. If there is no accident, the cold jade snow lotus should stay here tonight."

"But, how did you know?" He lowered his head, and his warm breath spread over Hong Tong's ear, "How did you predict my thoughts, Hong Tong?"

His tone was as calm as ever, and it could even be said that there was no wave. No matter how he discerned, no one could detect a trace of his emotions, let alone Scarlet who had been drowned in alcohol.

"What's so difficult about this, I'm a great immortal." Fei Tong pulled out her hand and turned to attack Qian Yuan's mask, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

"Hey, Long Xi, why are you wearing a mask? Are you worried that other women will peek at your prosperous beauty? Hehehe, you are so kind, I should only be able to see you."

Qian Yuan shot quickly, bound her hands again, and prevented her from moving.

Because of what Fei Tong said, his strength unknowingly increased a lot.

"Who is Long Xi?" His voice was a little hoarse, with cold and murderous intent hidden.

"It hurts~" Fei Tong was aggrieved and acted like a baby, soft and sticky, with a pair of bright eyes full of mist, very pitiful and lovely.

Qian Yuan's eyes darkened again, unable to melt like thick ink.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up Fei Tong, ignored the strange eyes of everyone at the banquet, and strode away on his own.

When Gongshu Pan saw this scene, he immediately showed his master's appearance and returned his attention to him.

However, there are actually people in this world who make this lord compromise. I really don't know how to applaud him?Or applaud?
Qian Yuan hugged Fei Tong and returned to his room.

And in the process, his mask was knocked off by someone restless in his arms.

"Longxi, why are you so cold-faced again? Who messed with you again?"

"Longxi, why don't you answer me? Do you not want me anymore?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Why don't you like me? Didn't I just die before you? Why pretend you don't know me."

"Longxi, Mo Ye is not you, right? He is definitely not alone. My Long Xi is so kind to me, and he is never willing to show a cold face to me, and that Mo Ye always looks superior, who knows? It's like watching ants."

"Longxi, where have you been? I miss you so much!"

The woman murmured one after another, the voice was not loud, but each sentence was clearly transmitted to Qian Yuan's ears and heart.

Although he couldn't understand it clearly, every time she said a word, his heart was surrounded by an unknown gloom, wrapped in traces of secret joy and joy.

After reacting, Qian Yuan frowned in disgust. He didn't like to compare with others, and his pride made him disdain to be a stand-in.

However, right now, there is no way to shake off and leave.

The drunken woman in his arms had already melted into his heart, and he was reluctant to part with it.

After being silent for a long while, Qian Yuan pinched Fei Tong's chin, woke her up from her drowsiness, and prevented her from dodging, and met her eyes firmly.

"Can you still recognize who I am?"

Fei Tong frowned, her cherry-colored lips pursed, as if she had made a careful distinction, she answered vaguely: "Long Xi?"

(End of this chapter)