Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Before the words fell to the ground, Liang Jingwen screamed at Jiang Wuqi: "He wants to kill me! He wants to kill me! Taoist priest, as a monk, you should punish evil, promote good, and save people's lives. You must save me! .”

Hearing Liang Jingwen's plea for help, Feng Rugui's heart tightened, and his fingers loosened a little, Liang Jingwen broke away easily, and rushed towards the door with all his strength.

The room is not that big, but within ten steps, he arrived at the door, but the door seemed to be blocked, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch, he was sweating profusely, and ran to the window again Go, the window that was originally open was closed before he poked his head out, just like the door, which couldn't be opened no matter what.

Knowing that he was already trapped to death in this room, Liang Jingwen didn't want to call for help, for fear that Feng Rugui would reveal his secret, so he could only lean against the wall dejectedly, thinking about countermeasures.

Feng Rugui was stunned on the spot, completely unaware that Liang Jingwen had escaped from his grasp, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground by a seven-inch long nail, and he couldn't move at all.

He hesitated for a while, but in the end he still looked at Jiang Wuqi, waiting for Jiang Wuqi to attack, his face was indifferent, as if countless thoughts had passed through his mind, and he seemed to have no time to think about anything.

Jiang Wuqi, however, ignored Liang Jingwen's plea for help, and even blocked Liang Jingwen's way out. He only glanced at Liang Jingwen, then walked to Feng Rugui's side, shook his hand, and said doubtfully, "Your addiction doesn't matter. It’s fine if you don’t have an attack, but are you cold now? Your hands are shaking.”

Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows and eyes were full of concern, and Jiang Wuqi's voice was as soft as a spring breeze.

Feng Rugui's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and his body fell into Jiang Wuqi's arms involuntarily.

Jiang Wuqi was caught off guard, quickly wrapped Feng Rugui in his arms, and then clung to Feng Rugui's ear and asked softly, "But what happened?"

"Nothing." Feng Rugui buried his face on Jiang Wuqi's right shoulder, begging, "Let me hug you for a while, Jiang Wuqi."

As if afraid of Jiang Wuqi's refusal, he raised his hand against Jiang Wuqi's lips, and said with a slight cry: "Jiang Wuqi, I'm cold."

Feng Rugui's words were filled with humility, as if holding him was an extremely honorable matter, so honored that it was so far away.

Feng Rugui didn't want him to speak out, so he did what Feng Rugui wanted, kept silent and let him hug him.

Jiang Wuqi couldn't figure out Feng Rugui's thoughts, but in order to comfort Feng Rugui, he patted Feng Rugui's back with his hand.

Feng Rugui's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, and Jiang Wuqi's body temperature is higher than ordinary people because of his yang energy. Feng Rugui always feels that he is hugging a ball of flames, which is warm and intoxicating, and he is really reluctant to let go, but Liang Jing Wenshen is not far away, what is hidden in the wine cellar is still unknown, and the whereabouts of the living creatures and the female ghost are unknown, it is definitely not a good opportunity to rest in Jiang Wuqi's arms.

He closed his eyes heavily, and at the same time pushed Jiang Wuqi away. The hug between him and Jiang Wuqi lasted only a few snaps of fingers from beginning to end.

After Jiang Wuqi was pushed away by Feng Rugui, he stretched out his hand to straighten Feng Rugui's clothes, and then thought about it, "Since your addiction has never flared up, and you act like this, could it be that Liang Jingwen is weird?"

Judging from Jiang Wuqi's implication, Jiang Wuqi didn't believe that he wouldn't suck Liang Jingwen's blood, Jiang Wuqi just believed that he wouldn't suck Liang Jingwen's blood for no reason. When?

Feng Rugui didn't know whether to thank Jiang Wuqi for his understanding, or to hate Jiang Wuqi for treating him as a blood-sucking evil spirit.

His heart was in a mess, his throat seemed to be sharpened by a handful of gravel, and the pain was severe. In the end, he walked Jiang Wuqi from top to bottom, and said coldly: "There is a secret room under Liang Jingwen's bed. A wine cellar, but I don't believe it, I just did that to make him open the secret room."

A moment ago, Feng Rugui begged him to let him hug him for a while, but in the blink of an eye, Feng Rugui's face changed towards him, as if he had suddenly turned into an annoying stranger.

However, Feng Rugui opened his mouth to explain the motive of his behavior. Judging from the past month of getting along, Feng Rugui is not willing to spend more words to make others understand him.

Jiang Wuqi was full of confusion, and just as he was about to ask a question, Feng Rugui had already arrived in front of Liang Jingwen.

Liang Jingwen suddenly saw Feng Rugui's bewildering face, and was so startled that he ran from the window to behind Jiang Wuqi, grabbed a piece of Jiang Wuqi's sleeve with his right finger, and begged repeatedly: "Prince Taoist, save me, save me... he……"

He pointed at Feng Rugui and said: "He really wanted to kill me just now! I don't know what the elder has to do with him, but he is clearly a man, but he dresses up as a woman, obviously using this appearance to confuse the world, Tao Don't be fooled by him, lest you spoil your cultivation."

He had just seen Feng Rugui throwing himself into Jiang Wuqi's arms, so he used this as an excuse to play, and maybe he was lucky enough to provoke the relationship between the two.

Hearing this, Feng Rugui didn't refute a single word. With a smile on his face, he walked towards Jiang Wuqi step by step. His red clothes swayed slightly with his movements. Under the candlelight, it seems that it can be folded with a little effort.

When he was in front of Jiang Wuqi, he didn't care about Jiang Wuqi at all, he raised his hand and grabbed Liang Jingwen's arm, dragging him to the protrusion that opened the secret room.

Jiang Wuqi didn't stop him, but looked at Feng Rugui and said, "Feng Rugui, Pindao believes you."

trust me?What do you believe?

Feng Rugui wanted to ask more carefully, but now he had no time, but even so, these seven words alone made him feel relieved.

He slightly rubbed the back of Jiang Wuqi's hand with his little finger, and dragged Liang Jingwen to the bulge forcibly.

Seeing that the provocation was unsuccessful, Liang Jingwen couldn't think of any other way for the time being, so he had to obediently open the secret room.

He turned the protrusion three times to the left, then two and a half times to the right, and finally pressed down with his thumb, only to hear a blunt sound, and in an instant, a secret passage was exposed.

With a flick of Jiang Wuqi's fingers, the candlestick on the desk fell into his palm in a blink of an eye. He entered the secret passage first, Liang Jingwen was in the middle, and Feng Rugui was the last.

Ordinary people should not build wine cellars under the bed, so nine out of ten of these so-called wine cellars have something to hide.

Thinking this way, Jiang Wuqi walked forward while watching behind him.

Feng Rugui faintly smelled the stench of corpses, so he concentrated all his attention on it, so that his step was careless, and the secret passage was wet and slippery, and he saw that he was about to slip, but fortunately, Jiang Wuqi helped him down.

"Be careful." Jiang Wuqi instructed, and continued on his way.

The further he went, the more pungent the stench of the corpse became, Feng Rugui frowned and held his breath.

At the end of the secret passage is indeed a secret room, which looks like a wine cellar, with wine jars on a wooden shelf in the center.

There are seven jars of wine in different sizes.

Feng Rugui opened one of them, and after smelling it, it was really bad wine as Liang Jingwen said, and he couldn't drink it.

He then opened the remaining six altars of wine, all of which were bad, and there was no abnormality.

Jiang Wuqi also smelled it, and there was indeed nothing unusual.

Their eyes met, Jiang Wuqi caressed Feng Rugui's brows, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong here?"

Feng Rugui's frowning brows were caressed by Jiang Wuqi, and they immediately returned to normal. He tiptoed slightly, and whispered into Jiang Wuqi's ear: "There is a corpse smell here."

Jiang Wuqi shook his head and said, "Poverty Dao has never heard of it."

During the conversation between the two, no one noticed that Liang Jingwen's expression on the side was complicated, mixed with joy, bewilderment and anxiety, and it took a while for him to calm down.