It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Zhang Ying was lying alone on the prostitute's bed, sleeping and waking up from time to time. He was really uneasy. While thinking that nothing would happen, he was also worried that the deputy leader would find out.

When he followed the vice-rector's instructions and exited the wing, he waited anxiously outside the wing. He heard a "bang" at first, and then a rustling sound that became farther and farther away. Is into the inner room.Not daring to stay longer, went to other wing rooms, but didn't care about other things, and drove people out.

A person was thinking a little anxiously in the room.He didn't understand why Master Ren asked him to do this, but he didn't resist the temptation, and took the opportunity to burn the pill given by Master Ren in the incense burner.

He wasn't sure what the deputy leader's reaction would be when he woke up, but he probably couldn't find out that he had tampered with it. After all, the smoke from the burning pill was colorless and tasteless.It should be nothing, right?It's just a little stronger love potion, not unusual in flower houses.Isn't it just sleeping with a woman, the deputy leader is a man, and there are so many concubines, sleeping with a prostitute, it should be nothing, right?

It was more than half of the night, and nothing happened, so he fell asleep in a panic.

Suddenly the window was opened, Zhang Ying woke up from the coma, and saw a person standing in the room with his back to the window, the moonlight scattered from behind the person, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

His pupils were constricted, and even if he couldn't see the face clearly, he knew who it was.He opened his mouth to greet calmly, but he didn't know that the words uttered from his trembling lips were broken.

"Deputy, deputy teacher..." Master, before he finished speaking, Zhang Ying suddenly lost her voice, her eyes widened and she covered her neck.He struggled to look towards the east, his eyes filled with endless hope and uncontrollable fear.

Dongfang looked at him indifferently, as if he was watching an ant crawling up his feet, and the sound he made was annoying.

He raised his right hand, and a few small needles pierced Zhang Ying's big acupuncture points all over his body in an instant. Zhang Ying couldn't move his whole body, and his vocal cords couldn't make a sound.

The incense in the flower building made Dongfang very disgusted, so he didn't stay any longer, he picked up Zhang Ying's skirt and flew out of the window with people.

In the dead of night in Luoyang City, a full moon hangs in the sky, and a figure flashes past on the roofs of trees.Against the backdrop of the moonlight, others could only see a silhouette: the man's hair was fluttering, the corners of his robe fluttered, and he was holding something parallel to the ground by his side.However, blinking the misty sleepy eyes, there is a bright moon in the sky, and the occasional singing of birds.

It is a foothold of the Luoyang sub-helm of the Sun Moon God Sect, which is separated from Mingyue Tower by more than half of Luoyang City. People are good-looking.

Seeing the person standing with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, he became dumb for a moment and asked respectfully.Both the rudder master and the chief steward were still nesting in the boudoir of some woman, an elderly housekeeper had no choice but to step forward and asked tremblingly: "I don't know if the deputy master is coming, I can't wait to greet you personally, so why should you humble me?" made?"

Zhang Ying was thrown into the middle of the yard from mid-air, and his acupoints were opened. He curled up on the ground and spat out a mouthful of long blood, then struggled to get up, not daring to take any chances, and begged for an explanation: "This subordinate is guilty. What I was told to do was just a stronger love potion. If it wasn’t harmless, my subordinates wouldn’t dare to do so. Subordinates, subordinates just don’t want to disobey the order of the leader. Unfavorable, the subordinates, just now. I beg, please forgive me this time, the subordinates will no longer dare to make their own decisions."

"Zhang Ying. You have disregarded my trust in you." Dongfang looked down at him slightly, his eyes calm.

Zhang Ying, who was praying with her face up, heard the deputy leader say his name coldly, and her eager pleading and explanation fell silent. She opened her mouth, but her acupoints were not restrained, but she was speechless.

Clearly dressed in a white robe and cold like a fairy, without the slightest hostility around her, she looks extremely harmless, she just said a very plain sentence, but Zhang Ying's eyes immediately turned to deeper fear.He touched the sharp blade in his girdle, suppressed the trembling of his teeth, and planned to put all his eggs in one basket.

People around watched their noses, noses and hearts, and were silent.

Dongfang glanced at the sky, the world fell into the darkness before dawn, his eyes drooped, he gathered the silk handkerchief that had wiped his right hand, and said casually: "It's dealt with, starting with chopping hands."

Zhang Ying suddenly pulled out the dagger, jumped up, and within three feet of the east, the weapon suddenly dropped from his hand, and he clutched his lowered right wrist, with an expression of resentment and despair.The congregation standing still, rushed up immediately, held Zhang Ying down, and said panickedly: "I would like to obey the order of the vice-principal."

Dongfang no longer paid attention to everything behind him, and one or two ups and downs disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

As the sky was getting brighter, Mo Wuming woke up suddenly amidst the long crowing of the cock, his legs that had been rubbing against Zhenghuan froze as if they were frozen, and he lay motionless on the small broken bed.

For a long time, he tremblingly raised his right hand clinging to his chest, staring at it, as if he could see a hole, and wiped his face with complicated eyes.In fact, it was nothing, it was just a normal morning for a man, what was abnormal probably was that what appeared in the dream was no longer a blur, but a clear hand.

Mo Wuming changed his underwear, tiptoedly picked up the water, and went to the far corner of the kitchen to wash the clothes, his face full of tangles.He couldn't help but think back, that jade-like hand caressed his body with a cool feeling. He was obviously asleep, but his body rubbed against it like a demon.

In the vague impression, he grabbed the owner of the hand along that hand, hugged the other's back fiercely, not only moved his hands and feet, but also arched his face up, like an octopus, along the neck, appeared A cold and familiar face.

Thinking of this, he accidentally rubbed the clothes too hard, splashing water all over his face.Mo Wuming threw down his clothes, wiped his face, and sighed, he was woken up immediately, and his pants were also treated as daily disposables.

It was still early in the day, he gave up his morning exercise today, and walked back to the wing cautiously. He walked around in circles by himself, sat down on the chair, poured a cup of overnight cold tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Can you blame Mingyue Tower for adding ingredients to the drinks?It's not the first time he drank.Can you complain that the lights were too dim last night, and the person is too good-looking?It's not the first time he has seen Brother Fang, nor is it the first time he has seen a fragile beauty.They are all adults, this situation can still be distinguished, it should be, he is not sure?

Always remember, there will be reverberations?He didn't feel that he had any unreasonable thoughts about Brother Fang. He felt that he didn't get married because he didn't have time and didn't meet a girl he liked.He exercises his fists and feet every day, and runs around for his career, almost breaking his legs. He is very tired, and he is not forced to be ascetic, nor can he be said to be suffocated.

And two big men, tough, can they hug each other and kiss each other?right!Suddenly thinking of that man's crimson and thin lips, Mo Wuming swallowed his throat, covered his eyes and leaned on his forehead and fell into autism, as if he could, wanted to kiss.

A group of wild horses were running recklessly in his head, and he thought for a while that this was just an illusion, and then thought about whether meeting Brother Fang would be embarrassing, how to say hello and start a conversation, whether or not to stroll around Luoyang City together, and then thought of him again It seems that he had a good impression of Brother Fang from the beginning, and he would not subconsciously regard Brother Fang as a half-grown boy, but he should just feel that getting along is quite pleasant, and he didn't feel that it was awkward even if he was rubbed all over his body. I would think that I was drunk and just caught up with...

"Sir, are you up?"

Just as he was thinking wildly, Mo Wuming heard the old butler's soft inquiry from outside the door. He straightened his hair and clothes, and walked out: "Butler Li, what's the matter?"

Standing at the door of the bedroom, Steward Li was very surprised when he saw the owner coming out of the side room, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "Master, why are you sleeping in that damp and narrow room? What's wrong with the main room, old slave?" Looking for someone to fix it?"

Mo Wuming raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and while replying in a low voice, he led the person aside: "It's nothing, don't come near the bedroom, why are you looking for me?"

"Oh, Mr. Liu is here, in the hall of the front yard." Steward Li is 50 years old, he hunched over and followed his owner to the front yard, thinking of the purpose of coming, he told the owner softly.

Mo Wuming glanced at the bedroom calmly, it was still early, Brother Fang probably didn't get up, so he walked to the front yard with his hands behind his back.

As soon as he stepped into the front hall, Liu Zhiyao saw him get up to greet each other, and exchanged the morning salute, Mo Wuming sat on the main seat, and the two chatted about the recent situation.

"You just got married, why don't you stay at home for a while?"

"Yingniang was afraid of delaying things, so she urged me to come here," said Liu Zhiyao, who was married only a few years ago, blushed slightly, and touched his nose involuntarily. Busy myself, and Yingniang followed me to Luoyang City."

"Then you have to spend good time with your new wife. The problem here has been solved, just keep running as usual. After you rest for two days, go to 'Man Tang Hong' to talk with the deputy manager. Also, spend a good time with your wife to visit Luoyang City."

The two didn't chat for a long time, Liu Zhiyao didn't want to occupy the owner's time, so he didn't stay and left early.

After Mo Wuming sent Liu Zhiyao away, he strode toward the backyard in stride, when the old butler's voice slightly raised the volume: "Master, do you want to have breakfast in the room?"

"Later, put the kitchenette first."

Brother Fang should get up, no matter what, he has to go early.He gently knocked on the bedroom door, and called softly, "Brother Fang, are you awake?"

Seeing that no one answered, he raised his volume again: "Brother Fang, Brother Fang? Are you up yet?"

What's going on, Mo Wuming stuck it on the door, and there was no sound in the room, "Brother Fang? I'm coming in!"

The door opened with a slight push, and a bad feeling rose instantly. He quickly walked in, pulled back the curtain, and there was no one on the bed.

Mo Wuming's lips trembled, he didn't know whether it was anger or disappointment, he looked around, the water in the bathtub and the wooden barrel had already been completely cold, and the whole room was already deserted.

He also had no intention of tidying up the house, clutching Dongfang's dirty clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head slightly lowered, like an angry single dog who was abandoned for no reason and was drenched in the rain.He squeezed out a 'huh' sound from between his teeth, he struggled with himself for a long time early in the morning, it was all a fart, and he disappeared without a word.