Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

"This face, this figure,"

The second son of the Liu family who was hiding far away in the dark had salivating and greedy eyes, his face was pale, but his cheekbones were blushing strangely, as if he had drunk fake wine, his overindulgent body was trembling just by imagining,

"The top card of Qingfengguan is not even one-tenth of his. I don't know how ecstasy it tastes..."

"Stay here, if someone comes, stop him."

The second young master turned his head and said to a thin follower behind him. After seeing Lu Ying leave, he immediately took another tall follower to the wedding room, not paying attention to their "immortal teacher" title at all. inside.

The emaciated man stayed where he wanted to cry but had no tears. It's fine for the second young master to be lecherous on weekdays, but he's an immortal master. This... this lust depends on the target!

The second young master thinks that people like Wen Chuyi are just better at martial arts, but now that he is in Liu's family, so many people are afraid of him, just four or five people?

"You wait at the door, and come in when I call you." After hastily leaving a word, he pushed open the door impatiently, and rushed in. The person in front should not come over for a while, but someone stopped him again. Come on, enough time.

I don't know what's going on, but since meeting that stunning young man, the second young master always felt a fire in his heart, burning his nerves and reason, clamoring and bewitching him to release the desire in his heart.

"Hey, beauty~" The second young master looked at the slender figure sitting on the bed in a crimson wedding gown, his face flushed even more, even his eyes were faintly red, completely forgetting that he came here just to steal Xiang, swallowed her saliva, and threw herself on the bed with a silly smile.

The figure on the bed remained motionless, as if not noticing the movement, like a lifeless statue.

At the moment when the second young master was about to touch it, countless black vines poured out from behind the wedding dress, and under the flickering candlelight, the black thorns of the same color as the vines reflected a biting cold light.

The vines danced like tentacles of something terrifying and dangerous, and soon filled the room.

The second young master was frightened by the accident, and his eyes regained a little clarity, followed by the severe pain of sharp thorns piercing his body.

Only then did he feel fear and bewilderment. He shook his legs and froze on the spot, not daring to move. He was afraid that his eyes would open too wide and his pupils would shrink sharply. He shouted tremblingly:

"Wen, Wenda! Come and save me—!"

As soon as the Second Young Master finished speaking, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door. He turned his head with great effort, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a few thick vines coming out of the door without a sound, while his follower fell to the ground with unknown life or death. slow to be dragged away...

"...I'm sorry, I was wrong!" The second young master was frightened to urinate on the spot, the sharp thorn pierced his flesh, and a little blood oozed out, staining his clothes red, feeling that the vines on his body were slowly tightening, he said tremblingly, runny nose,

"You, your lord has a lot, let me go!"

"No way." The boy sitting on the edge of the bed finally got up. He didn't lift his hijab, and just walked over. The vines under his feet made way for him, and his silhouette was reflected in the dim candlelight, like a ghost.

"Your eyes, I don't like them, can you take them off?" The young man's cold voice was a little more careless and confused, the voice was very soft, with a slight rise in the end, as if he was asking if he could pick a flower in a relaxed manner.

"Hmm!" The second young master really wanted to say no, but with a light wave of the young man's fingers, several vine branches stretched out from the darkness, climbed up his face, covered and tightened bit by bit.

Suddenly, the boy moved and turned his head slightly, the bright yellow tassels under the red hijab drew a short arc.

Zhou Yuyue listened to the sound of footsteps coming from far to near outside the door, but she still didn't make any movement after all, just stood there quietly.

Wen Chuyi, you will...

"Junior Brother!" A familiar voice came, and the door was pushed open by (Xiang Ah Xiang).

How do you react...

As soon as Wen Chu pushed open the half-hidden door, he caught sight of a long red figure standing among the intertwined vines at first glance, and then the opposite was hanging in mid-air, his face was tightly entwined by vine branches, and his body kept twitching The wretched kidney deficiency.

Dark red blood dripped down the vine, splashing a flower of blood when it hit the ground, the whole scene was eerie and bloody.

His eyes fell on the hijab embroidered with gold thread and double lotus, and the two looked at each other through a layer of red brocade.

There was silence all around, only the faint whimpering of kidney deficiency gnats and the sound of blood dripping.

Wen Chuyi was a little flustered, did he encounter something terrible? !

In a blink of an eye, the danger radar on his body sounded the alarm, and his intuition reacted one step ahead of his thinking.

"Junior brother, be careful!" Wen Chuyi lightly tapped his toes, avoiding the pitch-black thorny vines lightly, and arrived at Zhou Yuyue's side in a few breaths. He bowed slightly, wrapped his long arms around the young man's waist, and carried him out like a sack. The movements are smooth and flowing, done in one go.

These weird vines have a very strange aura, not fallen, and are also different from the plant-type monsters he has seen. Judging from the aura they emit, their strength is comparable to his own. I sensed a very familiar smell on my body.

This thought was fleeting, he held Zhou Yuyue in one hand, and the flying star in the other, cut off the vines in front of him, and left here quickly, as for that wretched gnat...

He ordered him to be oiled, not me.

The red hijab fell into the room when Wen Chuyi picked it up. Zhou Yuyue carried Wen Chuyi on his back with a blank expression on his face.

"Are you okay?" Walking to the open space in front of the house, Wen Chuyi put him down and looked him up and down, but luckily he didn't see the wound.

The wide cuffs hung down, and Zhou Yuyue's fingers moved slightly, pinching a soft little vine that wanted to burrow into Wen Chuyi's body, with a grateful smile on her face, "It's okay, fortunately, brother came in time."

Wen Chuyi was a little terrified by his laughter, and hurriedly looked away, "...Why is that monster gone?"

run so fast?

The room was empty, except for a man covered in blood lying on the ground, proving that the monster had been there just now.

"Maybe he ran away, brother, what about that man?" Zhou Yuyue raised her hand to brush her messy hair, her tone worried.

"It's a good thing for this kind of person to die like this!"

"That's right!"

Before Wen Chuyi could answer, Momoda and Fu Jiuli blew past him like a whirlwind, each with a purple and swollen face, first checked that Zhou Yuyue was okay, then clenched a fist the size of a sandbag, and headed towards the bleeding Many unconscious wretched men walked away.

Lu Ying was holding the thin man in his hand, his face darkened, obviously disgusted by the deeds and plans of the second son of the Liu family.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master! I've told you everything I know. Look...can you," the thin man carefully glanced at Lu Ying, with a flattering smile on his face, "let me go?"

……

"I'm really sorry," Liu Chiyu sent people outside Zhouwu Town, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, bowed to them, and said with guilt on his face, "I only have these yellow and white things. Immortal Master, don't hold back."

"This..." Lu Ying looked at Zhou Yuyue.

"Young Master Liu, you don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you," Zhou Yuyue shook her head, her tone was gentle, "Besides, he has already paid the price, hasn't he?"

Although the wretched second son did not die, his body was already hollowed out by excessive indulgence, and he lost so much blood, and he was beaten up by two strong men, and now he is lying on the bed unable to move, only breathing.

As for that cousin, she was doomed to die. Liu Chiyu didn't kill them all for the sake of his mother in the end, so he gave her some money and drove her out of the Liu residence.

After saying goodbye to Liu Chiyu, they stepped on their swords and flew to Xuanjianzong.

"I said," Wen Chuyi tugged on the sleeve that was about to be crushed by Mo Moda, "Can you stop pulling so hard?"

Mo Mo turned his head and stared angrily at Fu Jiuli, who was carrying Ah Yue with a happy face. Hearing this, he let go of his hand, grabbed Wen Chuyi's other sleeve, and continued to rub, "Oh."

"..." Okay, it's almost here anyway.

After arriving at Xuanjianzong, they first went to Wanshitang to hand in the task, and after receiving the reward, Wen Chuyi took Zhou Yuyue back to Haojia Peak.

The task this time is relatively simple, and the reward is half of that of Tancheng last time, only fifty low-grade spirit stones.

He took out 20 Yuan Lingshi and handed it to Zhou Yuyue, "Junior Brother, here it is."

"No brother, I didn't do anything."

"Take it," Wen Chuyi put the spirit stone in his hand, not giving him a chance to refuse, "By the way, I'm going out later, and I'll contact Yinyujian if I have something to do."

The sound transmission jade slip, as long as the two parties leave breath in the jade slip, they can transmit sound through the jade slip, a bit like a modern telephone.

After explaining, Wen Chu went back to the yard to suck on the cat for a while, and then filled the XXXL rice bowl dedicated to Xiaoju with cat food before going out for the appointment.

……

Youqian Inn is still deserted, there are only three people sitting in the hall, one of them is the boss.

"Come on! Have another drink!" Boss Qian knocked his wine glass on the table boldly, his handsome face was flushed with a thin blush, his long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he asked Wen Chuyi who was opposite him to refill him.

"Oh." Wen Chuyi sat very straight, got up obediently when he heard Boss Qian's words, picked up the flagon in hand, first poured it for Boss Qian, then Wu Yi who was beside him, and finally filled it for himself.

He didn't stop after pouring, and continued to start from Boss Qian, round after round, until Wu Yi took the jug away from his hand, and he didn't sit down in a daze.

Wen Chuyi's drinking capacity is average, and he was already drunk after three glasses of Polygonatum odoratum wine, but his wine taste is very good, he is not noisy, very obedient, and his face is as usual. He was found to be drunk.

The three of them often go out for a drink over the years, and Wu Yi is the only one who is sober at the end, and he is also responsible for arranging the two alcoholics after the end.

First carry Qian Shu upstairs, and then carry the stiff Wen Chuyi out.

The two walked out of Mo Jiucheng, but Wu Yi didn't go to Xuanjianzong immediately. He walked into the forest in the dark in silence. Wen Chuyi stared at him and followed him step by step.

Wu Yi stopped suddenly, with complicated eyes, struggling and apologetic, but he still stretched out his hand slowly, and a thick black and red fog hit the unsuspecting Wen Chuyi.

"bass--!"

A silver-white long sword suddenly appeared, like a broken bamboo, piercing through the fog suddenly. Under the moonlight, the blade of the sword seemed to have a flowing light, and at the same time, a tall and a short figure came out of the darkness.