How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Jiang Luo was so frightened that he took two steps back and shook his head, "Are you kidding me? It's already this time, don't make such jokes."

Fan Wujiu's laughter became more and more brilliant. He leaned lazily in the carriage, not like a dying man at all. Instead, he said to Jiang Luo in a very leisurely manner: "Are you scared? Don't be afraid. I am not a kind man. If I wanted to force you, why would I wait until now? You are not as capable as me, and you are not as strong as me. Do you think you can resist under me?"

Jiang Luo was so angry that he felt like he was burning with anger. He didn't understand how Fan Wujiu could have the audacity to say such a thing.

Fan Wujiu looked at him with great interest and asked, "Oh? Are you shy? Are you so shy in front of him? I tried hard to suppress the violent and evil spirit in my body, just because I don't want you to hate me. But I'm dying, so you can hate me if you want! Do you think I should be a beggar now? Begging for your body in front of you."

Jiang Luo finally exploded, pointing at him and cursing: "Fan Wujiu, are you seriously ill? I am just a human being, not a medicine. How can I... can... save someone's life?"

Seeing that he was angry, Fan Wujiu was even happier and said, "Are you embarrassed to say it? Then let me tell you, can a Taiwanese girl save a life by sleeping with her once? What if I tell you that it can? As long as you let me sleep with her once, I can survive and gain all the power of Yangyan. Not only that, I can even..."

Even the person who marries him can live longer.

Jiang Luo was incoherent. He shook his head and said, "You...are you trying to take advantage of me before you die? I...I won't be fooled by you! I...I have been forced to get married once. Do you want to threaten me too? I am not Tang Monk. I can live forever by eating a bite. Besides, men...men are different from women! What's there to like?"

Fan Wujiu had a smile on his face the whole time. He didn't understand how evil his expression was at that moment, nor did he understand why he always had such a bad taste.

He has always been clean and pure. Before his reincarnation, he swore that he would never embarrass him or dirty him again. He would only protect him and let him become the simple ghost master again.

But he was going to break his promise again, for he was a wicked man at heart, and he wanted to pluck him down from the high mountains, and rub him hard under his body, and make him dirty, and then wash him and put him back up.

And let everyone see, have you seen that high-spirited flower? Haha, I have fucked it!

He knew that this was not good, so he appeared in front of him in another identity. As long as he completely killed the evil side, he could be a happy child.

But why was he unwilling to accept this? Why was he so unwilling to accept this? Why should I tell him the method that could save him?

At this moment, he did not regret it. He raised his chin and said, "Going down from here is Nanchun Mountain, which is my temporary residence. There is nothing special about it, but the scenery is beautiful. If you like it, you can stay and enjoy it. If you don't like it, after I send you to Nanchun Residence, I will let the two riders take you back!"

Jiang Luo's shame and anger turned into scattered helplessness at this moment. After a long time, he asked Fan Wujiu: "How long can you live?"

Fan Wujiu answered casually, "It could be as long as a month, or as short as three to five days. But it doesn't matter. This place has beautiful mountains and rivers. It's a good place to be buried."

Jiang Luo interrupted him: "Stop talking!"

Fan Wujiu whistled at him and said, "What? You don't want me to die? It doesn't matter..."

As he spoke, he raised his chin towards his lower body and said, "Sit on it, move by yourself, and don't wear anything. This will work best."

Jiang Luo: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He no longer knew what it meant to be angry and embarrassed. He thought that this man was a scum among scum. He originally thought that he was a good man, but now he saw that he was simply a gangster!

Fan Wujiu did not feel the slightest bit of guilt. He just watched him blushing happily but had no idea where to vent his anger. Just as he was about to say something else, he started coughing violently and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

If he hadn't become like this in order to save himself, Jiang Luo really didn't want to pay attention to him. But now his injuries were so minor, if Jiang Luo ignored him, he didn't know how badly he would cough.

I had no choice but to step forward and calm him down, saying, "You'd better be quiet! If you don't behave yourself, you'll spit out more blood."

The carriage stopped at a mountain road, which was flat and spiraled upwards.

Soon, the two came to a building that soared into the sky. It was a scene of opulence with bridges, flowing water, pavilions and towers.

When Jiang Luo got off the carriage, he saw people gathered outside the door, shouting at the carriage: "The master is back! Look, look, the master is back!"

"Why is there such a strong smell of blood? Oh no, the master is injured!"

"Not only is he injured, the master seems... not well!"

"Not only is it not good, the master...he seems to be dying!"

Following the chirping sounds, a young man came forward and said, "Go and play! Don't disturb the master."

The children scattered, and Jiang Luo frowned and asked, "Hello, who are you?"

Seeing that it was not Fan Wujiu who opened the sedan door, the young man was stunned for a moment, then he said, "Oh, oh, oh, you are Mr. Jiang Luo, right?"

Jiang Luo looked at the young man with doubts. The young man stretched out his hand to him and introduced himself: "I am the master's housekeeper. My name is Xia Ku Cao."

Jiang Luo opened his mouth, wanting to ask if eating this would clear his liver and improve his eyesight, but he felt that this was rather rude, so he just shook his hand and asked, "Hello. Your master...is dying, come and have a look!"

Xia Ku Cao was very calm. He said calmly, "Master is destined to have this disaster. Don't worry. If he has no hope in this life, I will follow him in the next life."

"The second life?" Jiang Luo asked, "When will his second life come?"

Xia Ku Cao replied: "About a thousand years... or ten thousand years? It depends on his luck. If he enters the Nine-story Torrent Tower, he might be able to reincarnate faster."

Jiang Luo wanted to ask what the Nine-Layered Torrent Tower was, but Fan Wujiu's voice rang out behind him: "I'm almost dying, but you two are just chatting among yourselves. Can you please take care of me?"

Jiang Luo turned around. With his cultivation, it was easy for him to hug someone.

He held Fan Wujiu in his arms, but Fan Wujiu leaned over to sniff his neck, took a deep breath and said, "This is the smell, I like it."

Jiang Luo wanted to throw him to the ground, but there was no such way to treat a savior in the world.

He gritted his teeth and carried Fan Wujiu into the house, with Xia Kucao leading the way. As he led the way, he introduced the layout of the house to him: "It's a bit simple here, with only the main hall and the back hall, and only a few dozen side rooms. I don't know if Mr. Jiang can get used to living here."

Jiang Luo said: "Are you sure the houses here are called simple? Don't you know what simple means?"

Xia Ku Cao said, "Of course not. The house the master lived in before was comparable to a palace, perhaps even inferior to it. Although the master does not like luxury, he is rich in many famous mountains and rivers, vast seas and rivers. He should have a place to stay that is worthy of these wealth."

Jiang Luo frowned: "Isn't your master a ghost messenger? How come he has become a local emperor?"

Xia Kucao turned to look at Fan Wujiu, and his eyes clearly said: What did you brag about outside? Why didn't you check with me in advance? You see, you are in a dilemma now, right?

Unexpectedly, Xia Kucao was very good at making excuses for his master. He said, "The master has been gone for hundreds of years. As a housekeeper, I really don't know what he did outside. Maybe it has something to do with the ghost messenger? Mr. Jiang will ask the master about this."

Jiang Luo chuckled in his heart, thinking that this master and servant were really in cahoots.

Fan Wujiu's residence was not in the main hall, but in a secluded and beautiful side courtyard. As he said, the scenery here was indeed very beautiful.

It doesn't look like there are too many traces of artificial carving, the wonders of nature alone are so beautiful that they look like a painting.

He put Fan Wujiu on a couch by the window on the second floor, and then heard Fan Wujiu ask, "How is the scenery here?"

Jiang Luo replied: "Very beautiful."

Fan Wujiu said: "I often look out the window here to see the beautiful scenery. Do you know what I think about the most?"

Jiang Luo asked casually: "What is it?"

Fan Wujiu grabbed Jiang Luo's collar and pulled him in front of him, whispering in his ear: "I'll let you bite me in the most beautiful place."