Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

After all, this was my first experience in human affairs, maybe because I was too shy to explain, or because of other reasons. The two of them stayed together, and neither one spoke first.

that.

you

After a while of silence, the two spoke at the same time, then looked at each other blankly and smiled at each other.

Lu Ke lowered his eyelashes and wiped his sword with his fingers, his heart beating like a drum.

What time is it now? Jiaoyang asked, trying to get off the carriage. Xu felt weak and weak in the process. She covered her head. Fortunately, she held on to the wall of the carriage and almost fell.

Be careful. Lu Ke quickly reached out to help her, and Jiaoyang fell into his arms. The two looked at each other for a long time.

He even saw the red marks on her neck, which were left by him

Lu Ke's eyes darkened and he didn't say anything. He just tightened his grip on Jiaoyang's hand and helped her out of the carriage.

He was waiting for her to figure it out, instead of making an immature decision impulsively.

As a rich young lady, is she willing to follow a desperado?

Go to A Yan and the others? Lu Ke's Adam's apple moved.

Jiaoyang nodded, her face did not show any sad emotions, but was very calm. Because she didn't wait for his I do.

Lu Ke laughed at himself, thinking that he took herself too seriously in her heart.

The two were walking on the road.

Master, Master

A slender figure walked from far to near. Xuan Fuyu wore a silver-white two-sheng flower mask and held a flute. He hurried towards the two of them. The moment he saw his master, he was overjoyed. His eyes were as bright as a dog's. Emitting light, not even concealing the aura on his body.

People from the Demon Cult.

Lu Ke frowned and saw through it at a glance.

He drew out the long sword from his waist and stood in front of Jiaoyang, with the sword pointed at Xuan Fuyu.

Jiaoyang was behind him, her mouth twitching.

The surprised expression on Xuan Fuyu's face went away. When it fell on the man in front of her, her expression darkened instantly: Who are you? She blocked him from looking at the master.

Moreover, for such a long time just now, the owner stayed in this carriage with this man, alone and alone.

Thinking of this, Xuan Fuyu's face turned pale, and when he saw the distinct kiss marks on Jiaoyang's neck, the pressure on his body hit rock bottom.

He lowered his eyes and murmured: Did this old man use those sweet words to deceive the master?

Just like that man, very much like that man. Every time his master is unhappy, he always uses all kinds of sweet words to make his master happy, so that his master, who is obviously becoming more mature, will continue to be willing to do things for him. Just because his master likes him.

Many people in the sect even said that the reason why the master took him in in the first place was because his facial features were somewhat similar to that man's.

Xuan Fuyu, Xuan Fuyu, you had nothing three years ago, and three years later, you have become a joke in front of her.

He clenched the jade flute in his hand, his fingers turning blue.

Lu Ke stared at him, frowned, and looked behind him to ask, Jiaoyang, do you know him? Why did you know someone from the Demon Cult? Have you been deceived by him?

Ah, a member of the Demon Cult? Jiaoyang blinked and started to pretend to be dumbfounded very calmly, I don't know. I rescued him a few years ago. At that time, he had no father or mother. He was so pitiful. Yes. How did you join the Demon Cult? Is there any misunderstanding in this?

Hearing what she said, Lu Ke suddenly understood, and the sword energy around him became a bit more compelling.

Jiaoyang, have you ever heard the story of the farmer and the snake?

ha?

You had good intentions to save him, but in the end, he came back to bite you.