[Comprehensive] On the Perfect Fusion of Lucky E and European Emperor

Weiming looked at Indra, who was close at hand and widened his already big eyes because of shock, the lips that had slightly brushed against Indra's lips at the last moment couldn't help evoking a shallow smile, and then He leaned forward and rubbed the tip of Indra's nose with the tip of his nose, Weiming reached out and grabbed the strand of hair hanging from Indra's ear. In this ambiguous posture, he slowly rubbed the side of Indra's face with the back of his hand, He asked amusedly, "Why do you seem surprised? Could it be... I guessed wrong?"

Indra, whose mood eased a little, completely forgot what he wanted to say before, and after a little relaxation, he just raised his hand and held Weiming's itchy hand to prevent him from making trouble: "Don't say anything that you can't guess. Guess, I already knew what you already knew."

That's right, from the very beginning, Indra knew that his change of mind had been clearly seen by Weiming, but he didn't want to accept it and just pretended that everything didn't exist.

Is this also a tacit understanding?Indra thought about it, and smiled coolly.

However, Weiming didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did—since he didn't intend to accept it and didn't want to push Indra away at the beginning, then what's wrong with maintaining that way of getting along?Didn't Indra himself acquiesce in the same way.

Weiming didn't think about anything, but sighed faintly when he heard Indra's chuckle: "But I've changed my mind now, Indra, no one can compare to you - I know very well This." Then, Weiming leaned forward and pecked his mouth lightly, taking advantage of Indra's slight stupefaction, he stretched out his tongue and pried open his closed teeth, which were not too tight Off, the powerful sweep did not give Indra the slightest chance to breathe.

It was said to be strong, but Weiming ended the kiss calmly before Indra could react, holding his shoulder with one hand and pulling a little distance away from him, only his eyes were firmly glued to him from the beginning to the end. On Indra, it seemed to lock him into his own eyes.

"It's really... the self that hasn't changed at all." Indra also looked directly at Weiming, and slowly curled up his moist lips, completely unaware that the tips of his ears had betrayed his true feelings.

"Because I'm not a likable guy in the first place—except for you." Wei Ming looked at Indra's slightly red ears because of his uncontrollable smile, and his eyebrows and eyes crooked.

Unexpectedly, Indra, who did not expect such a sudden change in Weiming, did not lose his mind this time, but slowly let go of the hand that had been clenched to prevent the other party from playing tricks on his face, and then at the next moment Wei Ming embraced him.He also hugged Weiming with his backhand, who didn't care much, and Indra smiled softly: "You really are..."

Indra didn't finish his words, but his originally relaxed expression had quietly become serious, Weiming ignored it, and didn't mean to let go of Indra at all: "Although Zhan Zhao is still lying in the front yard, but Fenglai and Baili Tusu also live there, so we don't need to be surprised if there is any problem."

After confirming that the approaching demonic energy was only a thin layer of contamination from the person who came, Indra relaxed his body a little, and shook Weiming's hand: "Who do you think it is because of..."

"By the way, it's because of me." Weiming sighed and let go of Indra, and when he was about to leave, he unexpectedly bit his neck, and he didn't forget to straighten his messy skirt, " It's so quiet outside, it seems that the guest who came this time is really not for us. But as the host, I think I should go out and have a look, at least... Zhan Zhao is still there." Weiming, who was somewhat touched, decided that if possible, he could help Zhan Zhao once.

Closing the lapel where Weiming's palm temperature still remained, Indra did not stand up with Weiming, but lowered his eyes to watch Weiming walk towards the front yard in the dark after finishing speaking. Going back, I don't know where to take out a long and narrow light-colored object and polish it carefully with the power of the soul again.

The darkness was not enough to hinder him, Weiming passed through the arch smoothly, and the lights in the front yard were still on for Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao to set up a banquet, and it was a little dazzling to the eyes for a moment. Weiming, who is similar to the training, is not an obstacle. What really stops him is the strange atmosphere in the front yard.

Strange woman, in the land of Song Dynasty, Wei Ming had never seen such a cool and refined woman dressed like the usual ninja but more handsome and domineering.The thick long hair, which is tied up high and never hinders the movement, seems to have a slightly different color due to its own nature or the reflection of the candlelight.However, the tall and slender woman in such refined attire had a long piano representing elegance on her back.

What was even more strange was Feng Lai's expression who appeared in the yard at some point. He seemed to be very familiar with this woman, but also very strange.

"I thought it was Luan Lai, but I didn't expect it to be you..." After a long time, the woman lost her patience and looked away from the confrontation with Feng Lai, her hoarse and lazy voice seemed to be filled with regret Ironically picked out the ending sound, it sounded as charming as Qing Xingdeng, "Feng Lai, brother."

"You are... Huanglai?" Qin was carried behind the woman's back, Fenglai actually couldn't see clearly, but judging only by the breath, it was unexpectedly easy for him to guess the identity of this person.

Obviously, they had never actually seen it in ancient times.

"It's me." Perhaps it was because he was not facing the Luan Lai he had imagined, Huang Lai easily restrained the hostility that had made Baili Tusu extremely vigilant on his body, "It's the first time we meet, my lord brother will come if you want to." It's a surprise." Huang Lai's body was tainted with demonic energy, and it was strange that the words stopped in people's ears when he spoke, as if deliberately or instinctively prolonging the sound of certain words, as if Play a track.

"Are you chasing Luan Lai's aura?" It's not hard for Feng Lai to guess.

"Yes." Huang Lai nodded, no longer trying to hide the complexion in her eyes when she looked at Luan Lai Qin behind Feng Lai with only the corners exposed, "I didn't expect her to be able to do this...but since she I can sacrifice myself, so in retrospect, my hatred seems to be a joke."

"Luan Lai...what's the matter?" Feng Lai, who still couldn't figure out why she had such intense emotions, felt that he had found the answer, even though he had experienced Luan Lai's crazy actions.

"Brother—I call you brother, but in fact we have never gotten along with each other." Huang Lai turned his head away and sneered, "Even because of you, Luan Lai and I were both feared and harassed." It is difficult to produce spiritual wisdom when suppressed. It stands to reason that I and Luan Lai should have some emotions of sharing joys and sorrows."

"That's right." Feng Lai didn't deny that he had no feelings for these two younger sisters whom he had never met, and he didn't care much about what they thought of him—as long as he didn't interfere with himself.

"But that guy Luanlai didn't know what went wrong. He turned you, or Brother Fenglai in her eyes, into his obsession from the first day he was born with wisdom." Huanglai still had a serious expression on his face. With a cold and alienated smile, she didn't bother to answer, perhaps because she still had some love-hate feelings, so she wanted to tell Fenglai who knew nothing but was forced to bear it, "So, after learning After doing certain things, she wanted to revive the original prince Changqin... and in her eyes, you and you are both part of the original prince Changqin."

A lot of things need not be said too clearly, Feng Lai has already understood the purpose of those things that Luan Lai Mao rushed to seem to have no clue at the beginning.

"Regathering Prince Changqin's divided souls is actually not enough, so..." Feng Lai followed Huang Lai's words, and there was a slight fluctuation in the originally calm eyes that looked at Huang Lai, "She needs a carrier. .No carrier would be more suitable than a violin from the same source—she got your idea, didn't she?"

"...That's right." As if thinking of something that he just wanted to forget, Huang Lai slowly clenched his fists, "I am the latest to be born with spiritual wisdom, so I should be grateful to Luan Lai who took the opportunity to escape to the lower realm. That's right, but she... still decided to erase her spiritual wisdom after discovering that I was born, and used Huang Laiqin as the carrier of your crown prince's Changqin!"

As if realizing that she was emotionally agitated, Huang Lai closed her eyes slightly, there was no need for her to do anything more, even if she just vented her anger, it was enough for her to let go of the suppressed emotions in her heart.Opening his eyes again, Huang Lai took a deep look at Feng Lai, restrained his cold expression and smiled lightly: "No matter how I say it, maybe I should be grateful to you and her, but... let's stop here. "

"That's right." Feng Lai nodded calmly, "You can see it more clearly than Luan. Just now you said 'the prince Changqin', which has already explained that neither I nor Tu Su can become he."

"Yes. Prince Changqin is not Feng Lai's elder brother, just like the current Feng Lai is not the original Feng Lai." Huang Lai nodded coldly, "I understand the truth, but sometimes it is so easy to distinguish It's clear... In short, I'm doing well in the Demon Realm now, brother, you... just take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, Huang Lai took one last look at Feng Lai, turned around and disappeared into the courtyard in a blur, making it unclear why she came here.

But Feng Lai understood, he stood there for a while with his eyes closed, until Baili Tusu called out to him with some worry, he suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head and smiled at Baili Tusu, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder , when he turned around, he saw Weiming standing in the middle of the arch, not intending to hide his existence.

Just after watching a good show, Weiming nodded slightly at Fenglai. After receiving the same response, he watched Fenglai return to the room with Baili Tusu, who was still a little dazed, and then slowly turned his head to look at Fenglai again. The Zhan Zhao whose existence has been ignored.

Because he was tricked by Shikigami to quietly plant hypnotic spices, he fell down on the stone table and did not fall into a peaceful sleep as he wished. Instead, he slept very restlessly, as if he was afraid or anxious.

Sighing lightly, Weiming took out the bat fan that seemed to have been idle for a long time from the wide sleeves, and gently unfolded it to summon a shikigami.

"Send him back to Kaifeng Mansion. Just say..." Weiming paused, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Forget it, there is no need to say anything. Just send the person back... Thanks for your hard work, girl."

The author has something to say: So Weiming is really a scumbag... although he is actually very specific.

However, wouldn't it be nice for The Bachelor Chapter to have them together?

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The next chapter enters Sword III, this time Weiming will bring his own identity~