The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Cun closed the thick book and didn't read any more.

Sensing something was wrong, Sun Wanjing took the book back from Fang Cun's hand.

"Did Fang Shenyue have so many roles before? How could this be?"

Sun Wanjing flipped through the page quickly, turning the page ten lines at a glance, and every line had the word Fang Shenyue.

"Have you all forgotten that the script has been tampered with?"

Chi Xiu wanted to remind, but suddenly remembered that Gan Ting was beside him, so he had no choice but to say to the other side in his heartfelt voice: "Now the change is less than half. If you want to survive, you still have to please Gan Ting."

Fang Cun pursed his lips when he heard the words, and looked at Gan Ting with a guilty conscience, and Gan Ting also looked at him, staring at each other, staring at each other, you and I are innocent.

"boom!"

There was a shocking explosion, and the ground trembled three times, and the tables and chairs trembled, threatening a catastrophe.

From the shocking sound of Shi Potian, one can guess that the battle between Sun Qiong and Fang Lian'er outside is extremely fierce.

"It won't work like this, we can't let them fight like this." Fang Cun waved to Gan Ting, "Go, let's have a look."

Sun Wanjing stood up, "I'll go too."

Fang Cun said with a headache: "Don't go, Fang Lian'er wants to skin you and cramp you when she sees you."

"You're right, come here with Xiuxiu." Sun Wanjing dragged Chi Xiu to her side again, "Protect me."

The rockery in the garden has been blasted to pieces and is in disarray, the vines on the courtyard wall are no longer clinging to the red wall due to the strong wind, and the trees are trembling.

The spinning cart covered the clouds and the sun, and the sky was as dark as night. The two sides faced each other in midair, like water and fire.

Fang Lian'er's face became haggard, accusing Sun Qiong of his crimes.

"You and my childhood sweetheart, when we were young, which bitch said he wanted to marry me!"

"It was just a joke when I was a child." Sun Qiong said indifferently, "I used to think that I would marry you, but you are afraid of my face, then you should find someone who is not flawed and grow old with him."

"To grow old together? In your heart, to grow old together, is to marry someone who has only met a few times, and take her as a wife with eight sedan chairs?! Okay, I admit it."

Fang Lian'er had no time to wipe away the strings of tears falling down her face, her eyes were empty, and she said sullenly: "But you let me grow old with others, why do you still take me as a concubine and trap me In the Sun Mansion, why do you want to humiliate me!"

Fang Cun ate melons beside him, frowned, and said, "He's really a scumbag."

The rant was not too loud, but it still made Sun Qiong notice them.

Sun Qiong glanced down at Fang Cun in mid-air, "Your Highness said that you are depressed all day long, and you can't bear it, and asked me to keep you by my side."

Fang Cun pointed to himself, "Me?"

Fang Lian'er also shifted her gaze to Fang Cun, "Who is he?"

"You were young when we parted, so you may not remember." Sun Qiong sighed, "His name is Fang Shenyue."

Fang Lian'er was taken aback for a moment, and hatred suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Fang Cun was so frightened by the slasher that he quickly hid behind Gan Ting, "What's going on, why did it suddenly come to me."

Gan Ting didn't want to take the knife for him, so he pulled Fang Cun out from behind and dragged him back in front of him.

"Why did you do this? You also helped Fang Wan'er, right? I've already seen it!"

Faced with Fang Lian'er's inexplicable questioning, Fang Cun felt distressed and couldn't tell.

"The debt owed by that thief Fang Shenyue has nothing to do with me, a good citizen..."

Sun Qiong justified Fang Cun's name, "You and Your Highness have always been considered brothers and sisters, he just doesn't want to see you getting depressed day by day."

This explained that Fang Cun liked it, and nodded heavily.

But Fang Lian'er didn't listen to the explanation at all, and rushed over holding a silk thread. The silver thread drew a line in the dark sky, reflecting a faint light.

"No, why are the people in this book so irritable, please listen to my explanation first, girl."

The fast-twirling silk thread covered Fang Cun's vision, wrapping him around.

When Fang Cun felt that he was going to become a mummy in the next second, a bright blazing light approached faster than the silver line.

The red light suddenly appeared, and the circle protected him, preventing Yinsi from approaching, and could only twist wildly outside the circle of light.

"Fang Lian'er! Stop it!"

Sun Qiong roared indistinctly next to his ears, Fang Cun raised his eyes, and within the aperture was Gan Ting's twirling spell with a relaxed expression.

The young man with silver crown and hair, his body is like a jade tree, Fang Cun always thought that Gan Ting's robe was an inhuman dark black, but when he got so close, Fang Cun realized that there were some Danxia dots on it, which was very beautiful.

Fang Cun breathed a sigh of relief, "I was scared to death."

Gan Ting was disgusted, "Her spiritual power is not enough to hurt us."

As expected of the male lead, his confidence shines brightly.

"Ah-"

I don't know where a faint fragrance came from, and I scratched my nose itchy, "It smells so good"

"It should be on the cloth."

Fang Cun sniffed it carefully, "It seems to be on your body."

'Could this be the pure and lustful body fragrance of the male protagonist in the legend? '

Fang Cun's thoughts became more and more dangerous, and he shuddered involuntarily, "Hurry up and break this, I feel something is going to happen."

"No rush." ​​Gan Ting said calmly, "Tell me first, what does Chi Xiu mean when he said that if he wants to survive, he has to please Gan Ting."

Fang Cun's eyes widened, "Did you hear that?!"

Gan Ting nodded.

Fang Cun lowered his head and thought about the countermeasures. After much deliberation, the best countermeasure is that there is no countermeasure. With a smile on his face, "Let's go out first, okay, dear, I will explain to you slowly when we go out."

Gan Ting didn't allow any discussion and said, "Speak first, and I'll let you out after you finish."

Fang Cun changed the subject in a serious manner, "It's about to start a fight outside, then Sun Qiong is a military general, what should I do if I hurt Fang Lian'er in any way."

"If you don't make it clear today, I will be the one who makes the most serious moves."

Fang Cun raised his head without confidence, "Why do you still want to hit me?"

Gan Ting stroked his chin and thought about it, then nodded and said, "I have this idea."

"Don't don't."

Fang Cun opened his mouth to say something, but the faint fragrance that entered his mind from his breath made his brain difficult for a moment, and he took a step forward in a daze, "You really smell good..."

Gan Ting raised his hand and pushed him away, "Stop pretending, just say it."

"I."

The weaving group suddenly shrunk, and Gan Ting's spells disappeared instantly, and the red light like a maple leaf was wrapped in silver threads.

Seeing that the silk thread was about to be entangled, Fang Cun punched and kicked the thin thread, but the soft thread was wrapped around his arm and traveled up and down his body bit by bit.

Fang Lian'er said hoarsely: "Okay, anyway, you have to protect everyone, so I want Fang Shenyue to taste the humiliation this time!"

The silver needles pierced like lightning.

The square-inch pupils shrank sharply, and the shiny silver light reflected into his pupils, approaching quickly.

His mind was blank, he held his breath, unable to move, and could clearly feel the countdown of death in his ear.

3...2...1

But the next second ushered in not a piercing pain, but a warm embrace.

"Gan Ting?!"

The silver needle pierced Gan Ting's back, bead-sized beads of sweat dripped from Gan Ting's forehead, blue veins popped up, dripped down his jaw, and his brows were furrowed.

Gritting his teeth, Gan Ting cursed bitterly, "I don't know how to hide when the needle comes. When will you be able to use it?"

His tone became weaker and weaker. After cursing this sentence, Gan Ting collapsed on Fang Cun's body, closed his eyes and passed out.

Fang Cun quickly raised his hand and hugged him, so as not to let him fall, "Gan Ting, you!"

The silver needles were threaded through the thread, and quickly intertwined at the sides of the two, weaving a piece of colorful cloth.

Fang Lian'er laughed loudly, the silver-knitted cloth was lingering with a delicate fragrance, and the laughter in her ears became more lively and clearer.