It's too much fun, I'm pregnant by pretending to be a man

The man mentioned three titles in one sentence, but Youli was not interested in any of them.

It's not surprising that someone would know You Li. After all, she has been on Bai Ze's wanted list for more than two years.

However, it is surprising that this man can call out the names of Rose and Black Lace after pulling out the golden thread of fire.

But wandering, who has lost his memory, doesn’t know this.

Feng Ting looked into You Li's unsurprised eyes and flexibly turned the dice in his hand.

Black Lace doesn't recognize him anymore. Is he forgetful, or does he have another hidden agenda?

You Li didn't even bother to talk nonsense with the man in front of him, so he threw out the fiery golden thread and headed towards the man's face.

As long as the fire-gold line cuts through the area, the skin and flesh will not be torn, and there will not be a lot of blood.

But the wound will be as painful as burning, which is unbearable.

When Feng Ting retreated, he raised his hand to block it.

The fiery gold thread cut through the sleeves of his shirt and swept across his arms.

The pain that swept away made Feng Ting frown slightly, but the smile on his lips was particularly deep.

The interest in those usually cold eyes became even stronger.

He is indeed the top player in the secret training camp.

Five years ago, Black Lace used fire gold thread to leave scars on his body, which are still itchy and painful.

Every time he felt pain, it reminded him of Black Lace.

This is the first time for my little ancestor to see his brother using this thing. It’s so cool.

This thing is cooler than a whip or a machete!

Such a thin thread can actually be thrown out. It is magical that it is unnecessary.

He will also learn this from his brother when he returns home. It is more handsome than a whip.

After a few strikes, Feng Ting's shirt had been cut open several times.

No one can escape the free line of fire and gold.

If Feng Ting hadn't been skilled enough, someone else would have suffered more than just scratches on his clothes.

Feng Ting looked at You Li and unbuttoned his shirt.

You Li raised his eyebrows slightly, and the little ancestor also raised his eyebrows almost simultaneously with her.

Yoho, it’s new. You have to take off your clothes for a fight?

Does the man in front of him think he doesn't die quickly enough?

Feng Ting took off his black shirt. There was a long and thin scar on his left front shoulder all the way back.

This is the scar left by the black lace being strangled with fiery gold thread.

It is enough to imagine how deeply the fire-gold thread was embedded in the flesh when he was strangled.

The pain of burning the skin is so unbearable.

Feng Ting tapped the scar twice with his fingers, "You left it on me five years ago."

You Li walked towards Feng Ting slowly and turned his head to look at the slender scar.

It turned out that the traces left by the fire gold thread were like this. She didn't know whether it hurt or not, but it looked very beautiful.

The little ancestor counted it with his fingers. It had been five years and he hadn't even been born yet.

It's really annoying. At that time, my brother was playing with this man.

"Has your memory been wiped?" Feng Ting pointed to his free head and asked with a smile.

Feng Ting's smile was cold, with an unnoticeable bloodthirstiness.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Youliang took a step back and snorted, "I'll give you a symmetry on the right side."

After You Li finished speaking, he used the fire-gold thread to wrap around Feng Ting's right arm.

But obviously Feng Ting didn't want to bear the pain caused by the Fire Gold Thread anymore, so he quickly dodged it.

Feng Ting's dodge was indeed fast enough, which could be seen from the slightly curved corners of You Li's lips.

Feng Ting glanced at his right shoulder, "As expected of Black Lace, his shots are still so fast."

Hearing this name for the third time, the little ancestor had doubts in his eyes.

Who is this black lace? Brother?

What about erasing memories?

But You Li is not interested in any of these yet. Her only thoughts are meat, sleep, and danger.

And now there is another little ancestor, and the rest have nothing to do with her.

"Is it quick?" You Li tilted his head slightly, a slight movement that made Feng Ting startled.

Then he groaned, and he didn't even see clearly how Black Lace came around behind him.

There was a burning pain in his right shoulder, the kind of heart-wrenching pain he had experienced five years ago.

You Li said that if you want to give it symmetry, it must be absolutely accurate.

Feng Ting turned his head to look at his right shoulder and smiled.

So good, perfect.

Just as the free thread of fire and gold was about to head towards Feng Ting's neck, the little ancestor shouted.

"Brother, stop fighting, I'm sleepy."

Youli glanced at the little ancestor. Although the fire-gold thread was not retracted, it was not thrown out again.

The little ancestor came over and tugged on the free hem of clothes, "Brother, I've had enough twisting. Let's go back to sleep."

Although the little ancestor is young, he is very thoughtful. This man cannot die.

He wanted to know if Black Lace was his brother.

After the little ancestor finished speaking, he yawned, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

You Li withdrew the Fire Gold Thread and said, "It's really annoying."

"Uh-huh, I'm annoying, I'm annoying." The little ancestor was very talkative.

When he grew up, he talked like this with his wife. She was coaxing and supportive, but she still acted as she pleased.

You Li dragged her little ancestor out, as if everything in the bar had nothing to do with her.

Feng Ting's forehead was so painful that he was sweating, "Oh, it's really interesting."

-

Baize Base

When Qin Fang and his party returned to the Imperial City, they came directly here.

When Bo Ye saw Qin Fang, his lips opened, but he was stunned and didn't say a word.

There are only Qin brothers, no Yu Shaoqing, and no Xiaolang.

No dissociation either...

Bo Ye's hand on his side slowly clenched into a fist without moving away...

Qin Fang looked at Bo Ye and pursed his lips slightly, feeling very guilty.

It was he who didn't think highly of his master and his little ancestor.

Before leaving the island, Ji Xingye chatted with him for a few words.

I told him everything about Bo Ye's situation in the past two years, and he sounded very distressed.

Ji Xingye meant not to talk to Bo Ye about his little ancestor yet.

If only he knew that his master left with his little ancestors, one with amnesia and the other over two years old.

This is doubly worrying and anxious.

Rather than doing this, it would be better to just let him worry about one thing.

He felt that what Ji Xingye said made sense. Anyway, the current situation was that his master was here and his little ancestor was here.

If something happened to his master, the little ancestor wouldn't be in much better shape.

Bo Ye walked towards Qin Fang step by step, his eyes slowly turned red and full of shock.

His throat bones slid slowly, as if breathing was becoming difficult.

Bo Ye stopped two steps away from Qin Fang.

He opened his slightly dry lips and finally asked, "Where is your master?"

Bo Ye knew that You Li was Y, and he also knew how important the title Master was to Qin Fang.

Four simple words, master, made Qin Fang cry, and his tears fell silently.

Seeing Qin Fang like this, Bo Ye's heart sank and his body swayed.

Qin Fang's shoulders trembled slightly, "I lost my master..."