[Sky Knife] Peanut Gang

Lu Xiaojia was sitting on the round stool by the table, and Bai Jingshuo was sitting beside him, leaning against his arms as soft as a boneless one.

Lu Xiaojia felt very uncomfortable.He can often see such scenes, and the objects are naturally Ye Kai and Ding Linglin.But Bai Jingshuo never leaned on anyone, he never even leaned on the back of a chair, let alone in such a dependent posture.

He seems to have dressed extra carefully this time, leaving no clues behind.Regardless of demeanor and demeanor, even the scars on the back of his hands are covered.She looks like a graceful beauty.

Lu Xiaojia raised her hand to touch the pendant on his earlobe, and pulled it off with a light tug. It turned out to be a clip.

Bai Jingshuo hissed softly, "It hurts."

Lu Xiaojia glanced at his pinched red earlobe, threw the earrings on the table, looked at his face with a disgusted expression, and said, "Is this Ding Lingzhong's fiancée?"

Bai Jingshuo nodded slightly, and sighed quietly: "Well, Miss Nangong is really infatuated. She has exhausted her youth, and she still refuses to divorce. She only wants to find her fiancé."

Lu Xiaojia snorted coldly: "You have so much kindness."

Bai Jingshuo took out his handkerchief to cover his lips and coughed lightly for a while, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and looked at him with a smile: "I won't give it to them in the future, but leave it to you, okay?"

"..." Lu Xiaojia's hairs stood on end from the shock, and said in a vicious voice, "You are enough."

Bai Jingshuo smiled from ear to ear.It's not that he doesn't want to be gentle with Lu Xiaojia, it's that Lu Xiaojia doesn't like this.

After laughing enough, Lu Xiaojia told him what happened in recent days.

Bai Jingshuo straightened his cuffs, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you think those assassins who want to kill you are not the same gang?"

Lu Xiaojia said lightly: "It's obvious."

Each lone walker has his own skills.But the specially trained assassins are different.Because they are usually brought together at a very young age.Even if the exercises learned later are different, the initial training is the same.The imprint left by youth is the most difficult to erase.

When doing hands-on, these few people have this habit, and those few people have that habit.Naturally, the behavior is clear.

Bai Jingshuo didn't make a judgment lightly. He skipped the subject and said with a smile, "Let me see your injury."

Lu Xiaojia took off her wristband and rolled up her sleeves, revealing her bandage-wrapped forearm.The bandage he adjusted casually, an inch-long wound has been slightly closed.

Bai Jingshuo frowned slightly, cleaned up the wound for him, and applied medicine to bandage it.

There was undisguised irritation on his face.If it was normal, he would not care about such a trivial matter.But now it seems that something is different, his tolerance has become very small.

Even if he knew that the third-rate poison could be cured by Lu Xiaojia's own medicine, even if he didn't understand it, there was no problem.Even if the injury is not serious at all, if the medicine is carefully applied, it will not even leave a scar.But the annoyance in my heart will not be reduced by half.

He opened the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, and said in a low voice, "It's my turn."

How can a person reveal more flaws?Naturally, it irritated him.People are bound to be a lot stupider when they are angry.How can it irritate a person?Naturally, dig his wounds and poke his sore spots.

There are neither stalls nor passers-by on the long street.After stepping on this street, Yan Nanfei sensed something was wrong.Naturally, it was impossible for him to run away with his head in his arms before anything happened, so he walked up the street with his head held high and his chest held high.

Two rows of people stood neatly on the street, wearing the same style of blue cloth shorts.The leader is a gorgeous and elegant carriage, with wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the carriage, and the horses pulling the carriage are two steeds riding clouds and dark horses.

Such a famous horse, which is rare in the world, no matter who gets it, will be carefully raised like jewels, so how can it be used to pull a carriage?

Standing beside the carriage was a young man in brocade clothes, jade belt and high crown.He turned sideways, curling his arms.A hand protruded from the veil of the car, with pale fingers and a white back.

That hand rested on the arm of the man in the Chinese dress, and a young girl in green shirt got out of the carriage.She had bright eyes and white teeth, clear and beautiful.

She jumped out of the carriage while pressing the arm of the man in fine clothes, and got out of the way.

The man in the fancy dress knelt down and bowed to the ground.A man dressed as a son of a family actually knelt on the ground in a humble posture in full view of everyone?

Yan Nanfei's brows twitched, his lips were pursed tightly, his face was carved like a stone.

The girl in the green shirt lifted the curtain of the car with one hand, and stretched out the other to the compartment.Another hand came out and rested on the girl's palm.It was a hand painted with Kodan, and with just one hand, it actually overwhelmed the flowery face of the girl in blue.

The young girl in blue bowed respectfully, and carefully helped out a beauty in red.The beauty was wearing a long flame-like dress, and the veil covering her face was also red.

He didn't wear gold or silver, he didn't have any jewelry around his body, and even his hairpin was just made of wood.But with its own glory, it is more noble than the princess in the royal family.

He stepped on the back of the man in Chinese clothes and got out of the carriage, meandering.Two men in green cloth bunted moved a chair and placed it in the middle of the street, and the girl in blue sat down with the beauty in red supporting her.

The beauty in red sat on a chair and looked up at Yan Nanfei who was standing not far away.Perhaps because he covered half of his face, his raised phoenix eyes became sharper, and when he looked at people, he had the aura of looking down on all living beings.

He was sitting while Yan Nanfei was standing.But he seemed to be looking down on Yan Nanfei, like looking down on an ant.

Several men in Tsing Yi bunts stood behind him with trays.There are famous swords worth tens of thousands of gold on the tray, books bound by wires, and piles of gold, silver and jewelry.

The beauty in red finally opened her mouth, and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for taking care of my fiancé. Please accept these without hesitation." He said polite words, but his tone was charitable.

Yan Nanfei's chest heaved violently a few times, and he almost couldn't help pulling out his sword.

His face was livid, he gritted his teeth, and forced words out between his teeth: "Thank you, Miss Nangong, for your love. Yan has something important to do, so I can't stay any longer, so please leave." After he finished speaking, he disappeared with a few quick leaps. .

Bai Jingshuo sneered a few times under the veil.He got up and waved his hands, and said softly: "Tell father and elder brother, if I don't look for him, I won't go back. Let's all go away."

Bai Jingshuo jumped onto the roof, and someone was sitting behind the eaves peeling peanuts.

He tore off the veil on his face, covered his lips and coughed lightly for a while, then sat down, and said in a weary and joyful tone, "Do I look like I learned it?"

He showed a childish expression eager for praise and affirmation, which was particularly inconsistent with that gorgeous and compelling face.

Lu Xiaojia swallowed the peanuts in her mouth, and said calmly, "I've never seen Nangong Qing before."

Bai Jingshuo said with a smile: "I'm asking if you look like the kind of young lady who looks down on others?"

He has always been a person who doesn't mind showing weakness, and usually pretends to be the weak and cowardly or ordinary and honest type.Playing such a domineering person, it is inevitable that some doubts are not enough.

"It's quite similar." Lu Xiaojia replied casually, looking at him a little distracted.

He has changed faces countless times, Guanglu Xiaojia has seen no less than a hundred of them.

Therefore, Lu Xiaojia has long learned not to look at his unfamiliar face, but only to look at those eyes.Even if the shape of the eyes changes, there is no way to change the pupils.Those are a pair of gentle and vibrant eyes, like new shoots emerging from the ground in spring, with tenacity hidden in the softness.

People are always attracted to things that are diametrically opposed to themselves. Even if they know that moths are flying into the flames, they can't help but want to take a look and touch them.

Lu Xiaojia looked at him without turning his eyes, feeling a little moved.

Bai Jingshuo stretched his eyebrows and smiled.He used Nangong Qing's face, but showed a bright and peaceful smile.He caught a glimpse of Lu Xiaojia's expression that seemed ready to move, smiled and approached him, closed his eyes and raised his face.

The dazzling sunlight warmed his face, and his dense eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lu Xiaojia's throat rolled, and she tilted her head to touch his lips, and the moment she touched it, she said vaguely, "Where are you going?"

The author has something to say:

Author: To treat Fu Hongxue with harmony like a spring breeze, to be gentle and even gentler is the only way to attack him.It's not good to treat Lu Xiaojia, he doesn't like other people's tenderness, so does he feel a little dizzy?

Bai·Tranquility·Jing Shuo: It should be.

Author: Hello, Dabai is not only good at brushing positive sentiment, but also good at brushing negative favorability.

Bai Tranquility Jing Shuo: Hello.

Author: You acted too much. Sister Nangong is just Yujie, and you are playing the queen.

Bai·Ting Jing·Jing Shuo: Well, hurry up to the next chapter.

Author: I don't mind, does Xiaolu mind?

Lu · pretend to be dead · Xiao Jia: ...

Author: Do you know what to do in the next chapter?

Lu · pretend to be dead · Xiao Jia: ...

Author: Well, you slowly pretend to be dead.