Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Luo Qiao's chin lightly rubbed against the top of Rong Huang's soft hair, his voice was gentle, like a pool of warm water.

If I could have met you earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much.

The twenty-five-year-old man has a broad chest and a sense of security.

Rong Huang's right ear was pressed against Luo Qiao's chest, and the steady heartbeat came to Rong Huang's ear.

A touch of crimson appeared on the tips of Rong Huang's white and tender ears.

What's the use of meeting him earlier, it's the original owner, not her.

Rong Huang whispered in his heart, with a sly smile on his hibiscus face, What? Do you want to talk to me about the beautiful love of your childhood sweetheart?

Luo Qiao has long been used to Ronghuang uttering some strange words from time to time, but luckily he can understand most of them.

Hearing that Luo Qiao's ears were reddish, his thin lips brushed Rong Huang's eartips vaguely, and he replied in a low voice, Yes, I think so.

Before Rong Huang could speak, Luo Qiao continued to fantasize, You must have been cute when you were young, soft like a glutinous rice dumpling.

Rong Huang carefully recalled her appearance when she was a child.

Eight or nine thousand years have passed, and Rong Huang can't remember Da Qing's appearance when she just broke her shell. She only vaguely remembers the old guys in the God Realm saying that she looks like the little fairy boy who guards the peach garden.

When Rong Huang was a child, he was stupid and didn't know what little fairy boy looked like, so he thought it was a compliment, so he was stunned for a long time.

Later, she happened to pass by Pantaoyuan once, and when she saw the little fairy boy at the door, her three views were almost destroyed.

That day, Rong Huang cried all afternoon, and the roof of Feng Xi's shrine was almost toppled by her.

That little fairy boy is clearly a fat man with a big belly who can't see his toes!

Rong Huang was so angry that she went to those old fellows one by one and pulled out their beards!

The past was unbearable, Rong Huang recalled his thoughts, and said angrily, I was the most beautiful little fairy at that time.

Luo Qiao let go of Rong Huang a little, looked down at Rong Huang's face as white as glutinous rice dumpling, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of smiles, and he couldn't help leaning forward to give him a sip.

The soft flesh on Rong Huang's face was caught by Luo Qiao, and when Luo Qiao let go, he let out a pop sound.

Rong Huang: ???

Luo Qiao: ...

Luo Qiao noticed that there was a faint murderous look in Rong Huang's eyes, so he let go of Rong Huang with a strong desire to survive, and took two steps back, It's getting late, go to bed quickly.

Rong Huang sneered, and without waiting for Luo Qiao to turn around, he grabbed the jade pendant in his sleeve and threw it at him, Get lost!

Luo Qiao caught the jade pendant in a hurry.

The high-quality jade pendant glowed faintly under the moonlight, looking extremely beautiful.

Rong Huang bought it on a whim on the road.

Luo Qiao raised the corners of his lips contentedly, and waved to Rong Huang, with an extremely gentle voice, I love you.

Rong Huang rolled his eyes, groaned, turned his head and walked away on short legs.

Luo Qiao let out a short chuckle from his throat, and didn't look away until he could no longer see Rong Huang's figure clearly.

Back in the bedroom, Luo Qiao called out the spies and asked him to find out the purpose of Minghui's visit to Hong Kong Jingfu.

No matter what their purpose is, if they threaten Rong Huang, Luo Qiao will never let him go back.

Unexpectedly, Wen Minghui was always thinking about Rong Huang who was suspected to be Wen Xiaoyu, and after returning to the inn, he wrote a letter, tied it on the leg of a carrier pigeon, and sent it back to Shangjing.

Luo Qiao told Rong Huang about this, but Rong Huang didn't let Luo Qiao detain Wen Minghui.

Rong Huang didn't intend to hide her identity, those people will always know in the future.

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On the day when the Qinglong army invaded Shangjing, the sky was full of snow.