There are always so many sexes every day

Song Huanhuan was dizzy from being thrown, and because she had eaten too much just now, she now felt that everything was stuck in her throat, and she could spit it out with one mouthful.

Seeing his uncomfortable face, Huang Ying hurriedly helped him sit up, and stroked his back. After a while, Song Huanhuan finally felt less uncomfortable.

Huang Ying poured him a cup of tea and reprimanded him, "You can't eat so much even if you are greedy. What should you do if your body breaks down?"

Song Huanhuan knew that she was worried about herself, so she licked her face and smiled until Huang Ying lost her temper.

Seeing Huang Ying's smile, Song Huanhuan heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Where are we going?"

Huang Ying said: "Go to Liao Chang, the church has set up a branch hall there, and today the letter was delivered, the branch hall was attacked and the head of the hall was killed, and now it's a mess."

Song Huanhuan was stunned: "How could this happen?"

Huang Ying shook her head and said, "I don't know the details, but this time the leader is furious and wants to deal with it personally."

"Then where is he now?"

"I don't know. The leader hasn't shown up since he went out. It was the thirteenth brother who came and ordered to leave immediately." Huang Ying only knew so much about this matter, "Liao Chang is not far ahead, and the journey will only take two days. "

Song Huanhuan nodded, raised the curtain and looked out, feeling extremely worried.

Driving in the carriage for two days was a torment for Song Huanhuan, but this time he didn't complain at all, Huang Ying felt distressed when he looked pale and silent.

Murong Ang didn't show up for the past two days, and even Shisan only showed up once, and disappeared after saying nothing.

So the two abandoned ones and one Huang Ying who was watching the child looked at each other stupidly for two days.

Liaochang is a relatively prosperous city, and there are strict inspections when entering and exiting. Song Huanhuan and the others were arrested and interrogated for a long time when they entered the city.

After entering the city, go straight to the branch church of Tianchongjiao here.

Song Huanhuan got out of the carriage and was dumbfounded at the gorgeous golden gate in front of her.

I hate rich people!

The little servant who came to lead the way explained: "The previous head of the branch hall loved money, especially gold, so this branch hall was all painted gold."

Song Huanhuan slandered, she was not afraid of being blinded by such a bright light, but thinking of the deceased, it was not good to be disrespectful to the deceased by slandering.

The servant led them directly to the cleaned wing and left. Facing the empty room, Song Huanhuan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

I don't know how Murong Ang is doing now...

At night, Murong Ang, who had been invisible all this time, finally went online, no, he just appeared.

Song Huanhuan saw that his complexion was not good, so she thoughtfully didn't ask any questions. He felt that he was developing in the direction of a man and a wife now - this must be an illusion!

When Murong Ang saw Song Huanhuan busy serving tea and water, he suddenly felt better. Although he had always doubted Song Huanhuan's origin before, the two had lived together for so long, and things that were originally uncertain and doubtful had long since I don't care anymore.

This person loves him wholeheartedly.

Murong Ang was suddenly very satisfied, and the troublesome things that happened during this period no longer made him angry.

Song Huanhuan's heart pounded when Murong Ang watched

, complained: "Don't look at me like that, it will make me feel like I'm being watched by wolves."

Murong Ang didn't mind being treated like a wolf, he just said: "Come and sit down and have a rest, I heard from Huang Ying that you don't feel comfortable sitting on the carriage."

Song Huanhuan walked over and was directly pulled into his lap by Murong Ang.

Rolling his eyes to the sky, he knew it would happen, but he didn't resist, anyway, the human cushion is much more comfortable than the hard stool.

Song Huanhuan changed his position to sit more comfortably, and said, "I was dizzy from being jolted back and forth in the carriage, but it doesn't feel so uncomfortable after sitting too much."

Murong Ang nodded and kissed his ear.

Song Huanhuan didn't run away either, the rare warm atmosphere made people feel lazy.

"By the way, everything here is settled?"

Murong Ang remained silent.

Song Huanhuan laughed and said, "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, I can't understand it anyway."

Murong Ang patted Song Huanhuan's butt to make him stand up, then turned around and changed his position to sit astride him.

Song Huanhuan: "..." This posture is all sorts of weird and dangerous!

Only then did Murong Ang say: "I will never hide anything from you in the future."

Song Huanhuan was stunned, why did Mao say this suddenly?But it cannot be denied that he is so beautiful that he is about to be overjoyed~

Murong Ang suddenly said: "Clamp tight."

"what?"

Murong Ang stood up abruptly, Song Huanhuan stretched out her arms reflexively to wrap around his neck, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

"very good."

Murong Ang praised Song Huanhuan in an unclear manner, and then walked towards the bed.

"Hey, it's time for dinner..."

Song Huanhuan was pressed on the bed by Murong Ang, took off her clothes, pierced her butt, and ate it clean without leaving any residue.

———Crab time, pay attention to pull the lights———

Song Huanhuan, who was eaten by a wolf, was biting the horned bull. Although it was very comfortable, her waist and butt hurt so much, and her body must have turned blue again. Murong Ang is so ruthless!

Murong Ang, who was full and refreshed, played with Song Huanhuan's lock of hair, and said slowly, "Do you want to know what happened next?"

Song Huanhuan couldn't care less about hurting spring and autumn, turned over with grinning teeth, and nodded.

Murong Ang then said: "The murdered branch master is called Jin Mancang. Apart from being too fond of gold, he is also good in other aspects of life. What he does here can be regarded as conscientious."

Song Huanhuan Black Line, really...a unique name...

"Do you know how he died?"

Song Huanhuan shook his head, of course he didn't know.

Murong Ang said: "Jin Mancang has a habit of counting his gold every night, and sleeping with gold in his arms when he is happy."

Song Huanhuan's eyes lit up: "He was killed while counting gold?"

"continue."

Song Huanhuan said casually: "There are two possibilities. One is that the person who killed him took advantage of him unprepared to attack him, or someone poisoned the gold and he was poisoned to death. However, no matter what the possibility is, there is a premise. This person knows the habit of Jin Mancang."

Murong Ang nodded: "You are quite smart."

Song Huanhuan was proud.

"Jin Mancang was indeed poisoned to death, but not directly, but his gold

Someone gave him a chronic poison that was hard to find, and this poison slowly entered his body until a few days ago, and he died." Murong Ang paused, and continued: "The only one who knows his habit is The servants around him and a few stewards in the branch hall. "

Song Huanhuan was taken aback: "You mean there are traitors here?"

Murong Ang nodded, no expression could be seen on his face, "Yes."

Song Huanhuan knew that he was very upset now, scratching her head, not knowing how to comfort him.

Murong Ang continued: "A month ago, Jin Mancang secretly obtained five boxes of gold, and this gold came from Qiufeng Villa."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback, Qiufeng Villa?Isn't this the one who will hold the martial arts conference?

The martial arts conference, the provocative Qiufeng Villa, the spies in the sect, the branch master who was poisoned to death with special habits... things seem to have become more complicated...

Although Song Huanhuan really wanted to help, but as a modern person with poor fighting ability, he was completely ignorant of intrigues and tricks, and he didn't know anything about martial arts, so there was no possibility of helping.

Song Huanhuan, who was physically and mentally exhausted, felt lost and fell asleep not long after. Murong Ang helped him tuck the quilt, got up, and stood in front of the window all night.

The author has something to say: Song Huanhuan: The author's head is full of straws, such a way to die is really a scam!

Author: Don't worry, the way you die will definitely not cheat you.

Song Huanhuan:?

Author: I will let you be ooxx happy

Song Huanhuan: ...You should pretend to be straw...