Black Robbery

The twelve characters of his family are straightforward and decisive, but he can't say the word "love" awkwardly.

Although she didn't say a word, the entanglements that were occasionally revealed in three years made people feel pain in the heart.

Grab it if you like it, why do you think too much?

Anyway, in the eyes of the group of people in the imperial city, the valley owners of the past dynasties are not good things.

Fengchen's heart is contradictory.

To be honest, he didn't care about Li Shu's fragile skin at all, but after learning that Twelve liked her, he especially disliked her.

Even so, sometimes looking at Twelve's various entanglements, he still wished to tie Li Shu to his Twelve.

"Things in the valley..."

"There is no need to feel sorry for He Youzhi at the Twelfth National Congress. Believe me, she loves it so much."

You can't see He Youzhi's affection for you. I'm really curious how shameless that crispy skin was when he got you over.

However, Feng Chen realized a strange problem.

His Twelve is so attractive to women...

"She..." Feng Twelve continued to struggle.

"In a word, to go or not to go?" Feng Chen interrupted and asked, "Don't hesitate, tell me."

"Go." Feng Twelve's ears were burning.

"That's right, go out in a few days, aunt and Elder He, let's talk about it... have a secret love." Feng Chen smiled, turned and went out, without giving his family Twelve the slightest chance to repent.

People are living a good life, what is this?

Feng Twelve regretted it, with mixed feelings in his heart, but he had promised Feng Chen to go...so he fell back on the bed without loving the world, and covered his face with the quilt.

Then hide it and take a sneak peek...

-

Feng Twelve didn't know what to say to He Youzhi, but simply said something.

"I have something to go out."

"Don't worry, Master Gu, come here in a hurry." He Youzhi said, "It's just that I don't know what the Master's trip is about?"

"Some private matters." Feng Twelve said.

He Youzhi remained silent, with curiosity in her eyes, as if she was waiting for Feng Twelve to continue.

"If you are the owner of the valley, you should do better than me." Feng Twelve felt a little ashamed, and sincerely changed the subject.

"The owner of the valley is wrong." He Youzhi said softly, with the corners of his mouth bent, "Although Shigu has changed, the strong are still respected. If I can walk on my feet, it is only a triangular cat kung fu, and I cannot convince everyone."

"So, He Youzhi yearns for the partiality and protection of the valley owner day and night." He Youzhi looked into Feng Twelve's eyes, with a usual smile on his face.

"You are an elder from the inner sect, so I will protect you naturally." Feng Twelve lowered his head and thought about going out, then raised his head and said with a hasty glance after hearing it.

"When I leave the inner sect, Jing Ruohan and Di Shui will naturally protect you. The confidantes left behind by Chang Fei, as well as your disciples, will also protect their elders, and there is no incident in the valley recently. You can rest assured about your own safety. .”

"Then...thank you for your protection." He Youzhi murmured in a low voice, smiled, and bowed her hands in salute, "May the owner of the valley have a smooth trip."

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." Feng Twelve was absent-minded, nodded slightly, turned and left.

-

The sky is still early, the sun has not yet risen, and the southeast sky has been painted with colorful clouds, changing in an instant.

The birds on the mountain are silent, the smoke from the kitchen below is curling up, and the early risers are busy.

The two of them rented a carriage and traveled along the official road, practicing kung fu and reading books, chatting with each other occasionally, and spent a day at leisure.

More than half of the day passed, and the sky that was getting darker and darker unexpectedly had a rare snowfall, which melted as soon as it fell.

The temperature wasn't too low, but it was bone-crushing damp.

The two had already arrived at Mo City, the next city was too far away, Feng Chen didn't want to go on the road at night, so the two stopped at Fengyaju.

Mocheng is located in the middle of Lingnan and Yangtze River.

More than ten days have passed since the new year, and the taste of the new year has not dissipated.During the slack period, people from all over the country take advantage of this breath and visit relatives and friends. The inns in Meaux are always full of people.

Fengyaju is an inn run by Shigu in Mocheng.

The layout is elegant, the service is attentive, and the prices are high.

Feng Chen and Feng Twelve got out of the car and showed the Feng family's business license, the waiter at the inn nodded slightly after seeing it, "What is the master's order?"

"Two rooms."

"Okay, please come to the master's house." Feng Twelve and Feng Chen went upstairs.

There was a waiter at the door, holding a full sign, hanging at the door of the inn. Just as the door was about to close, two men and a woman came in.

"I'm really sorry, guest officer, the store is full."

As he said, a few pieces of silver fell into the small second hand.

"Please accommodate me. You don't have to live in a guest room, just a place to lie down. My brother is not feeling well and needs to take a rest."

Feng Twelve had just stepped up the last step of the stairs, when he heard a familiar female voice, his footsteps stopped, his whole body froze, and his heart beat faster.

"what happened?"

Feng Chen sensed that something was wrong with Feng Twelve, turned around to look, raised his eyebrows, and smiled.

Cou Feng Twelve whispered in his ear, "Where do we not meet each other in life."

"Xiao Er, let them in." Feng Chen said.

"Wind God Doctor." Qi Zhaoming was carried by a guard, his face was pale, and the words he blurted out were weak and revealing surprises, staring at the man with a ghost mask on half of his face, as if he was afraid that he would leave again.

Li Shu followed Qi Zhaoming's line of sight, and her eyes were fixed on Feng Twelve next to her. The turmoil in her heart returned to calm in an instant.

Feng Twelve looked at the person in front of him, both familiar and unfamiliar.

She didn't seem to dress herself up like usual, but was dressed in easy clothes, no makeup, a red ribbon on her head, and her eyes were staring at her, as if she was looking at an unimportant person she met by chance, without any meaning. A slightly surprised look.

Ever since Feng Twelve decided to go out, Baihuo's heart was tumbling, rolling a few times, burning more and more intensely, suffering, and now the four eyes met, but it was like rolling into icy water, and was suddenly extinguished.

Fengchen went downstairs, came to Qi Zhaoming, and took his wrist to signal his pulse.

After a while, Qi Zhaoming said, "Don't worry, if you can't die, you will have time to rest here tonight. Get ready for treatment tomorrow."

"Master, where do they live?" Xiaoer asked suspiciously.

Feng Chen went upstairs, put his arms around Feng Twelve's shoulders, and said ambiguously: "Twelve and I often sleep together, we can just share one room, don't entertain other people from tomorrow on, just keep us...five..."

"Yes……"

"I'm not in the habit of sleeping with men." Li Shu said suddenly, "Feng Luo, come here."

Seeing that his family, Twelve, broke away from him without hesitation, and walked towards Li Shu step by step, Feng Chen hated iron for being weak.

Twelve, twelve, you let the crispy skin get the upper hand.

The three of them came to another room. The guard settled Qi Zhaoming, Feng Chen sat by the bed, watched him take medicine, and said with a gentle smile, "Second Master Qi, this is a daughter-in-law given away for nothing. How could he not?" marry it."

"She didn't want to, but later, my father accepted her as a righteous daughter and refused to let me marry."

"Why doesn't Lord Qi let it go?"

"He said that Shu'er is not suitable to be a good wife who will take care of her husband and teach her children." Qi Zhaoming was lonely, "But I just like her."

"Think about it, young master Qi is gentle and knowledgeable, and there are many daughters from good families who want to marry, why should you keep your heart on such a woman?"

"Shu'er is very good..." Qi Zhaoming was tired early, and fell asleep after closing his eyes.

What qualifications do you have to persuade others?

Feng Chen laughed at himself, took off his mask, and ran his fingertips across the bumpy marks on his face, his expression became more and more gloomy.

From the side of his head, he found that the guards were staring at him with their eyes open.

"Aren't you asleep?" Feng Chen put on his mask leisurely and asked.

"Wake up." The guard said, "Several knife wounds penetrated into the bones, half of the powder was eaten away, caused by the splashing of mixed water, the skin and flesh were completely damaged, and there is no hope of recovery, but...why do you keep the right cheek?"

"Are you from Mr. Qi, or from Li Shu?"

"My master is Li Shu."

"You come out..."

The guard raised his eyebrows and followed Feng Chen out of the inn.

When you meet the person in front of you, stop and follow.

"What's the matter?"

"You should die."

Feng Chen reached out and pinched the guard's neck.