Li Qianqiu, who ran into the bamboo building, locked the door and threw himself on the bed, burying his head in the pillow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sheng Xiuming pushed the door, but didn't push it open, it seemed that Li Qianqiu really locked the door, "Wushan, what is she doing inside?"

"What did you do with the pillow?"

Although the Wushan Instrument Spirit knows everything in the Osan Space, Sheng Xiuming is the owner of the Osan Space, and he will not know what he doesn't want the Osan Instrument Spirit to know.

Sheng Xiuming thought that he almost kissed just now, his face turned red, he was also twenty-eight years old, he was trained in the family's army before the age of twenty, and the first four years of the twenty-fourth year were in the Golden Triangle to pave the way for the future to be undercover in China, those women outside are not his appetite, back to China, the undercover career is too dangerous, who knows that after paying sincerely, the other party may be a spy sent by the enemy, so until now, the women around him are all acting on the spot, and some people say that he is good at Longyang, and the object is Sheng Ming around him, and then more people will send men to his side, Sheng Xiuming will plan and let Sheng Ming deal with these men, to be a rumor of the good of Longyang.

Wushan Qiling saw that Sheng Xiuming didn't speak, his wheat-colored skin could blush, and he touched his mustache when he thought of something, "You won't 'eat' someone else on the top of the mountain, right?"

I just wanted to kiss her. ”

"Want?" Wu Shan's suspicious gaze went from Sheng Xiuming's head to his feet, and then stayed on his lower body, "Haven't kissed yet?"

"Well, I guess it scared her. Sheng Xiuming turned to the side slightly and looked at the bamboo building, "You can help me go in and talk to her." ”

Wushan Qiling shook his head helplessly, disappeared in front of Sheng Xiuming's eyes, appeared in the bamboo building, sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Little girl, what's wrong?"

Li Qianqiu heard the sudden voice and asked her, knowing that it was Wushan Instrument Spirit, so he raised his head, "Grandpa Wushan, I..."

"The stinky boy told me," Wushan Qiling looked at Li Qianqiu's face white and red for a while, and sighed, "Little girl, don't take your mind too seriously, Huiji will hurt, do you hate my boy?"

Li Qianqiu thought about it, except for the previous life, from the first time they met in this life to the present, Sheng Xiuming is actually very gentle and good to her except for his mouth, and he really can't say that he hates it, "I don't hate it..."

"Then do you like him?" Wushan Qiling asked bluntly, but he knew that Sheng Xiuming outside was squatting under the window and eavesdropping!

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Wushan Qiling looked at Li Qianqiu's face flushed, it seems that there is a play!

"I don't know if it's okay, the stinky boy is worried about you outside, do you want to let him in?"

Li Qianqiu looked outside, thinking of what Sheng Xiuming wanted to do to her just now, brushed it, and hit the pillow again as an ostrich, and the voice came from the pillow muffledly, "Don't~"

"Then you rest early, I'll let him go and sleep with Niu Da Niu Er, and he will stink to death!"

Seeing a pair of big eyes on the pillow, Wushan Qiling knew that Li Qianqiu was soft-hearted, and increased her strength, and whispered to herself in a voice that she could hear, "Poor stinky boy, the injury on his shoulder is not healed, what if he is stepped on by Niu Da when he sleeps, and he is injured again?"

"Grandpa Oshan, let him in. ”

Wushan Qiling clapped his hands in his heart, "Really?"

"Yes. ”

Sheng Xiuming, who was listening outside, pushed open the door of the bamboo building, walked to the side of the bed and looked at Li Qianqiu who was hiding on the bed, his eyes were hot, and Li Qianqiu's whole head was so hot that he hid in the quilt.

"You, I'm afraid that you will be kicked by the cow, and when we go out tomorrow, we won't be able to deal with the black hair stiff outside!"

"I know. ”

Seeing that there was no problem between the two, Wushan Qiling brushed his beard and disappeared.

"Rest early, let's go out tomorrow!"

"Yes. Sheng Xiuming put out a one-meter-eight bed on the other side and lay down, "Don't stuff your head in it." ”

Li Qianqiu was afraid that he would not stretch out, but Sheng Xiuming would come over directly and lift the quilt.

Sheng Xiuming saw Li Qianqiu obediently sticking out his head, but the back of his head was facing him, he shook his head funny, and closed his eyes to rest.

The next day, Li Qianqiu turned over comfortably, and slept very well in a medicinal bath every day, unlike lying on the cold operating table without clothes in his previous life, in order to rush to the South China base early after the end of this life, he did not have a good rest on the road, but in the car, it was on the side of the road.

When he got up and saw that there was no bed for Sheng Xiuming to sleep on the other side, Li Qianqiu knew that he had already gotten up, and every day Sheng Xiuming had to get up early to practice, Wushan Qiling arranged a slow day for him, practicing for an hour in the morning, which was equivalent to two hours, and then he was familiar with the knowledge of plants and trees, Sheng Xiuming was not interested in refining, and he was very talented in alchemy, so Wushan Qiling arranged for him to study alchemy very strictly, especially after Li Qianqiu was injured and had a fever last time, Wushan Qiling was even stricter with him and Sheng Xiuming.

Li Qianqiu washed up briefly, changed into the clothes prepared by Sheng Xiuming, a pink and gray plaid overall, a white slim shirt, black hair in a shawl, and a ponytail by her, the whole person was refreshing and cute.

Came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and when I saw the fish soup boiling in the porcelain jar next to it, I knew that Sheng Xiuming got up early, Li Qianqiu had been misled by Sheng Xiuming before, this fish soup was made by Aunt Chen, and then I woke up and drank the bowl of fish soup on the first day, Li Qianqiu thought it was made by Aunt Chen, until Sheng Xiuming cooked the fish soup at night, she saw the cut fish fillet next to her, and smelled the freshly baked fish, only to know that the fish soup she had drunk all the time was made by Sheng Xiuming!

Feeling a little moved and a little sweet, Li Qianqiu made three kinds of leftover side dishes, boiled the white porridge thickly, and then took it out and put it in the place where he often eats by the stream, and went to the mountainside to call Sheng Xiuming down for breakfast.

Sheng Xiuming looked at Li Qianqiu who was walking in front, and didn't dare to reach out to hold her anymore, after the two of them ate, Li Qianqiu said: "I'm almost in good health now, let's go out at noon today." ”

"Well, I also discussed with Osan yesterday, the black hair stiff has a period of weakness at noon, but although it is a weak period, it is not something we can deal with, but it is still a little weaker than other times, so it is a good time to go out at noon today. ”

"At that time, with the physical fitness of the two of us, we can drink the intermediate speed potion and go out, increasing the chance of escaping by one point. "The two have discussed several plans in the past few days, and they can't eliminate the black hair stiff, and they are lucky to be able to escape.

Li Qianqiu thought that after the earthquake in the past few days, the rain should have stopped, and he didn't know what happened to Liu Mengnan and them.

"Well, I still have a low-level wind talisman here that has been successfully refined in the past few days, I have tried it, after taking your intermediate potion, after pasting this talisman, Osan said that there is a forty percent success rate that you can escape during the weak period of the black hair stiff afternoon. "After all, that black-haired stiff has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, and he only has the cultivation of the Foundation Building Period.