"Hahahaha......"

Su Yanyan patted the hero's shoulder and laughed.

"You don't believe it...... Haha, if I see Taishan when I go back, I must make fun of him about it! ”

The hero looked at the small hand on his shoulder, which was obviously more like "wiping" than "patting", remembering that she didn't wash her hands after eating the elbow fat chicken, and remembering that her dress was worth a hundred yuan, the corners of her forehead twitched twice.

"Do you recall your memories in the Celestial Realm?" Suppressing the desire to complain, he asked.

Su Yanyan shook his head: "No." However, don't you think it's interesting that there is a guy among the descendants of Taishan who doesn't even believe in his ancestors? I really want to see his expression at that time! ”

This little girl has a bad personality and is hopeless.

As he spoke, the light outside the window dimmed, and the hero knew that he had entered the Xuanwu Gate.

"I'm almost home, please clean the oil on your face and the shredded flesh between your teeth. You don't have a face, I still want it! ”

Su Yanyan let out a coquettish sigh, hurriedly took out a mirror, and turned his back to look at his teeth.

Huh? It seems that there is still shame, and the cry just now is also delicate, if it ......

With a click, Su Yanyan broke off a chopstick and began to pick his teeth with broken stubble, and his image was as vulgar as a hunter drunk in a tavern.

How could I think she's feminine? It must be a brain with water.

The hero closed his eyes, habitually fell back, and the back of his head hit the jade pillow, only to remember that the maid was not there.

In the carriage behind, the little maid looked at the carriage in front of her in a daze, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and her big eyes were full of worries and troubles.

She has followed the hero since she was five years old, and now it has been ten years, and the young master has already become an inseparable part of her life.

The young master ordered to kill someone today, I have never seen him so terrifying, could this have anything to do with that Su Yanyan?

By the way, I heard that some cult people are particularly good at demagoguery......

It must be so, I'm going to save the young master!

The more Jia Qiao thought about it, the more worried he became, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and as soon as he bit his silver teeth, he got up and was about to jump into the carriage in front of him, but at this moment he heard the call of the hero.

"Little family?"

"Hey! Come on! ”

Jia Qiao was happy in his heart, and the voice of the response was particularly sweet.

After entering the carriage, she looked at Su Yanyan vigilantly, and saw that she was picking her teeth with a chopstick, and she was stunned for a moment, and her three views were almost unstable.

How could such a beautiful girl be so ...... Uncouth?

What the young master likes, it can't be like this, right?!

"What's wrong? I haven't called you for a few days, so I won't be serving? ”

The hero pointed impatiently behind him.

Jia Qiao hurriedly went over and sat down on his knees, carefully resting his head on his lap.

Taking a deep breath of the fragrance on the little maid's body, the hero closed his eyes comfortably, "It's still my best family!" It's soft everywhere, warm in winter and cool in summer, and it's the most comfortable to hold! ”

Jiaqiao's little face was flushed, and all the gains and losses in his heart in the past few days dissipated instantly, leaving only shyness and happiness.

Su Yanyan picked his teeth, his eyes passed twice on the little girl's still slightly green and graceful body like a brush, and said with a smile: "I now suspect more and more that there is a hidden disease in your body." ”

The hero ignored her and asked Jia Qiao, "Is that Qing'er following behind?" ”

Jia Qiao nodded: "Yes, young master." ”

The hero thought for a moment and said, "Let Gao Wu tell her that she has two choices, one is to bring her own belongings, and I will send someone to escort her out of Shuangzhou and start a new life in a place where no one knows her; The second is to return to Zuixianglou and continue to be her Oiran. That was my eldest sister's property, and Ingichi would never dare to be presumptuous there. ”

"Okay." Jia Qiao agreed, pulled the bell to summon Gao Wu, the commander of the guards, and conveyed his orders.

After a while, Gao Wu came back and said that Qing'er chose to go back to Zuixianglou, and he had already sent someone to escort him.

Jia Qiao's face was full of puzzlement: "Young master, she finally got out of the fire pit and had the opportunity to live an ordinary life, why would she still want to go back to that kind of place?" ”

"Because only people outside the Qinglou would think that it was a fire pit."

"Huh?" Jia Qiao's doubts deepened, "Young master, Jia Qiao doesn't understand what you mean, do the people in the Qinglou think it's a good place?" That's not what is told in the drama story. ”

"What makes a story a story is because of its unusual character, because no one likes to hear something that happens on a daily basis."

The hero patiently explained, "Therefore, the misery and misery of the Qinglou woman you know must be there, but it does not represent the majority.

Under this premise, once they have passed the initial period of shame and begin to accept and even adapt to the life of the Qinglou, it will be more uncomfortable to let them live a life of poverty and loneliness than to kill them.

Especially those who grew up in Qinglou since they were children, they don't know what ordinary people's lives are like.

Of course, this is also not absolute. Among the thousands of red powders, there will always be a few lotus flowers that come out of the sludge and are not stained, which can protect the purity of their hearts and are always as beautiful as ever.

But obviously, Qing'er is not among them. ”

Jia Qiao blinked, still a little unacceptable: "Then they are too shameless!" ”

"You're wrong again. Remember, morality can only be used as a constraint on oneself, forcibly imposed on others, one counts as one, and all of them have ulterior motives.

Those Qinglou women didn't hurt you, why are you scolding others? ”

"Young master, you always have so many different things to say than others." Jia Qiao wrinkled the bridge of his nose, but then smiled sweetly, "However, Jia Qiao thinks it makes sense, and I will never look down on them in the future." ”

"Good!"

pinching the little girl's face dotingly, the hero Yu Guang found that Su Yanyan's eyes were very strange when he looked at him, so he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Su Yanyan didn't hide it, and said directly: "I suddenly feel that if you really become the palace master of the Eight Extremes Palace, you will definitely be able to carry forward the name of 'Demon Dao'." ”

"Cut!" The hero is very disdainful, "Whether it's decent or demonic, it's nothing more than a difference in concept, whoever has a hard fist has the final say."

If Lao Tzu can stand at the top of Middle-earth one day, I want to see how many people dare to say that I am a demon! ”

Su Yanyan's eyes lit up suddenly, the stars were shining, but his pink lips were pouting, and he sneered: "I just touched a little threshold of opportunity, and I can't hold back talking like this, but it's really promising." ”

The hero was choked enough, and he was going to tell her about dreams and salted fish, but after thinking about it, he gave up again.

The stupid goddess is right, he now has the strength of a product with the help of the star and moon disk, and he is just a little stronger than ordinary people, and the position of the young palace master has not been successfully kept, so it is too shameful to say anything about the top of Middle-earth.

Men, it's better to be down-to-earth, such as setting a small goal first: to become the co-owner of the millions of miles of territory in Shuangzhou or something.

Hey, hey, hey...... It's a little exciting to think about.

At this time, the carriage suddenly shook slightly and stopped.

Immediately afterwards, an old and low, respectful and indifferent voice came from outside: "Young master, the old man has something to do, let you go over." ”

The hero sat up sharply, his smile faded, and his face was as gloomy as water.