Yan Qinqing's eyes were still on Meng Po, who was waving a silk handkerchief, and Hei Wuchang held her hand and lifted it up, making her lean against his chest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feeling his strong chest muscles rising and falling, she panicked even more, is this the rhythm of playing chrysanthemums directly without drinking tea?

Hei Wuchang's footsteps along the river bank were not fast, it seemed to be a leisurely step, but there was a feeling of teleportation, which made Yan Qinqing frown, adapting to the dizziness brought by this extreme speed.

Bai Er and Bai San followed behind respectfully, looking like they didn't dare to follow, next to them were two handsome men wearing black suits with a serious face, one with the Chinese number "贰" on his chest, and the other with "wanton" on his chest.

A few steps of black impermanence made their group farther away from the small shop, Yan Qinqing finally retracted his gaze, but he didn't know where to put it, facing up was his beautiful chin, facing right was his tight half-exposed chest muscles, and looking to the left was to see the crowd walking on the lively streets.

She could only try her best to lift her upper body, put her eyes on her flat chest, and the more she looked, the more she sighed, the chest muscles of these two brothers felt very good......

"What, ...... you" Hei Wuchang lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan Qinqing, who refused to look at him, and suddenly opened his mouth to speak, this tone was a little cold, which made Yan Qinqing feel a little inexplicable in his heart.

As soon as the words were spoken, they were interrupted, and a rugged male voice came from behind them, shouting, "Hey, Xiao Hei! ”

Hei Wuchang blinked, the corners of his mouth immediately turned up, put on a polite smile, hugged Yan Qinqing and slowly turned around, slightly bowed, "Lord Judge." ”

Yan Qinqing's eyes moved, and she peeked over, and there was a very tall man standing behind them, looking the most eye-catching appearance of the ghosts she had ever seen.

Along the way, the male ghosts and female ghosts she saw were all extraordinary, and no matter how bad they were in the world, they were considered to be middle-to-upper looks, but this so-called judge was extremely ordinary.

The face of the Chinese character, the eyes are not big, the eyes are slightly squinted, the corners of the mouth are smiling, the lips are not thick or thin, and the bridge of the nose is not straight enough.

He was wearing a red brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, a pair of black official boots under his feet, a jade gourd in his hand, and the other hand was waving towards several of them.

"I'm looking for you to drink. The dream soul that I just asked for from Meng Po is drunk. He shook the jade gourd in his hand, with a smile on his face.

The black impermanence of his gaze swept from the jade gourd in his hand, and he looked down at Yan Qinqing who retracted his gaze with a soft light in his eyes, "My Xiaobai is unwell, and I am about to take him back to the house." This dream is drunk and probably has no chance to enjoy it today. ”

"That's right. The judge's gaze quickly swept over the black impermanence hat, shook the jade gourd with a pity on his face, and then looked at Yan Qinqing in his arms, "Xiaobai, this is?"

"It's okay, just make a little awkwardness. Hei Wuchang raised an eyebrow at him, an expression that you and I knew well, which made the judge laugh.

"I understand, I understand. Then I'll come to you tomorrow for a tasting?"

"The day after tomorrow. These days off, just thinking about getting over alcohol. But tomorrow I said that I would accompany Xiaobai. Hei Wuchang hugged Yan Qinqing in his arms tighter again and smiled apologetically at him.

The judge waved his hand again and again, "Okay, I'll come to you the day after tomorrow." Then it's settled!"

"Of course. Hei Wuchang hugged Yan Qinqing and bowed slightly to him, with a respectful smile on his face.

The judge laughed twice, looked at Yan Qinqing in his arms, couldn't help but smile, nodded towards Hei Wuchang and said, "Okay, I won't bother." As soon as the words fell, he turned around and kicked his feet, and walked dozens of meters away in an instant, and his figure soon disappeared.

Hei Wuchang restrained the expression on his face, stood in place and watched him go away, chuckling, "The judge, who is drunk with a drop of dreams and is like a treasure, actually took the initiative to ask me to taste wine?

His words sounded like doubts, but Yan Qinqing's eyes lit up, the judge who suddenly changed, could it be a competitor?

Hei Wuchang didn't seem to care if there was a change in the judge, but he said this casually, and turned around faster, if he was interrupted just now, he didn't plan to continue, hugged Yan Qinqing's pace faster, and took a few steps to the front of the mansion.

The black and impermanence home is very distinctive, the outside is a pure black wall, looking at the area is quite large, the wall is very high, and Yan Qinqing, who is being held, can't see what is inside.

The gate looks less like a gate and more like the entrance to hell, and the whole gate is the head of a strange monster, and the entrance is its wide open mouth.

Yan Qinqing didn't dare to show the appearance of her first arrival, but just glanced slightly, retracted her gaze, and continued to pretend to be awkward with him, without saying a word, and without any extra movements.

Black Impermanence moved quickly, and after the man in a black suit behind him pushed open the pure black door, he whispered, "You all rest and go." ”

As soon as the words fell, his footsteps moved, Yan Qinqing only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and before he could see those pavilions clearly, he instantly arrived in a room.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see all kinds of antique buildings and corridors, but this room is somewhat modern, with wallpaper on the wall and dark lines of black flowers on a white background. The appearance of the flower does not look like the other side flower, the large black flower is repeated on the white background wallpaper, the process of budding, blooming, and withering.

The whole room is not very well furnished, very simple, and under the window facing the door are several carved wooden chairs of different shapes.

Inside the wall is a huge bed, in the middle of which is a low coffee table, on which are placed tea sets, the coffee tables are pure black, and the tea sets are pure white.

On the left side of the bed is a black blanket, and on the right side is a white blanket, which echoes the coffee table and tea set in black and white.

A basketball-sized bead is set in the ceiling, only half exposed, and it is also black and white, black and white but glowing, illuminating the dark-toned room.

This black and white combination made Yan Qinqing's whole heart hang, this is a good feeling, what color is black and white?

Yan Qinqing moved her gaze up, her dark impermanent eyes looked at the bed, and she didn't look at herself, she pondered that she quickly raised her body and reached out to take off her hat, which should be completed in a few seconds.

As for the previous calculation of enough 100 points, it has been forgotten. The chrysanthemums are gone! The ten points will fight again in the next mission, and this time it is important to protect the chrysanthemums.

Where is this special place to do the task of selecting teammates, it is simply here to defend the chrysanthemum.

Yan Qinqing slowly adjusted her breathing and body, preparing to hit with one blow, and just as she was about to get up, Hei Wuchang moved first.

He threw Yan Qinqing to the right side of the bed with an expressionless face, and he didn't care if he would hurt her, and he didn't show mercy.

Yan Qinqing reacted very quickly, and at the moment when he threw himself and almost fell to the wall, he propped his elbows on the wall, rolled on the bed, and fell on the heavy blanket, before adjusting his slightly embarrassed appearance.

Hei Wuchang stood in front of the bed, staring at her with a slightly cold gaze, slowly raised his hands to his chest, and said in a cold tone: "Pretending to be addicted?"