He Yuting took off the Wanhua school uniform on her body again and changed into a set of simple and easy-to-travel white clothes. The whole person dressed up like a village girl and sneaked out of the gang. Just to meet! But this side has to be seen. Even if Peony doesn't bring it up today, He Yuting will find a way to get in touch with him in the future. Anyway, once a week, I will be forced to return to the Ogihua Temple, so naturally there is a way to meet with Peony. There were some things she felt she had to say to her face. Now that she knows about Peony's previous life—it seems that he doesn't know it yet—then she has to show Peony a clear path anyway, and fulfill the fate of making friends in this life.

He Yuting secretly blocked her face and stepped into the Taiyuan teahouse. The noise outside the house suddenly subsided by fifty percent. Thanks to the high prices in this restaurant, not many people can afford it. The private room on the second floor is even more profligate to every inch of land. Most players will go to the teahouse just to complete the daily quest of giving ten taels of silver every day. There were hardly a few players in the teahouse, and a few brightly dressed or mink-haired people sat on the ground on the first floor, and saw a girl in the most modest linen dress walk in, without even lifting her eyelids. He Yuting recognized the sects of these people, and at first glance they were the people of Badao Villa and Tibetan Sword Villa.

Why are these two sects a little richer than the others?

He Yuting secretly speculated to herself, and when she turned around, she had the opportunity to go to these two villas to explore the truth and see where the money came from. She lifted her feet up to the second floor. He Yuting didn't pay attention, as soon as she raised her foot and went to the second floor, there were still one or two hidden swords or overlord swords who raised their heads and glanced at her. It's just that she walks so fast that people don't have time to capture her looks and grab her data panel. Those who are a little chaotic will probably think that the shopkeeper in the museum is bringing tea to the distinguished guests upstairs, or going upstairs to clean up.

Wearing a linen outfit came to the door, and sure enough, it was right.

He Yuting went upstairs and looked all the way along the house numbers.

It's a wonderful world, and it's still changing. The last time I came to the second floor of the teahouse, a large room occupied most of the entire floor, and I could see the bustling crowd downstairs from the window. Whether the scenery is beautiful or not, noisy sound is inevitable. This time, I went upstairs and seemed to have done some more soundproofing measures, and the second floor was a lot quieter. And the big room is gone, split into three small private rooms. The private rooms are lined up, the elegant wooden doors are thick and firm, and the lintel is inlaid with Yayin's name. There are lying pines listening to the waves, smelling the rain in the wind, and eight immortals crossing the sea...... Well? Lying on the pine and listening to the waves?

He Yuting took a few steps back and stood in front of a tightly closed door. She knocked lightly, and only after a while did she hear a lazy voice from inside: "Come in." "This breath is so big, what an uncle!

He Yuting walked in. As soon as she looked up, she was stunned.

Peony looks like she has drunk a lot of wine, her face is drunk, and she has added a few wisps of bewitching color. His robe was disheveled, the placket was ajar, and inside was a bare and smooth chest. At this moment, the peony leaned against the window edge and looked at it with drunken eyes. He Yuting still has half a foot that has not crossed the threshold, and now she is so embarrassed. Under the seemingly lax, but in fact urgent attention of Peony, she didn't know whether to go further or take a step back. It wasn't until Peony smiled and slowly turned her face back that she breathed a sigh of relief. But whether to close the door or not made her struggle for a minute.

The current peony is not the peony that calls itself "Dan'er" in the harem of Ogihua. He will be coquettish and cute in front of Assasin, but he will not be coquettish and cute in front of Xiao Wuqiao. What's more, in He Yuting's heart, he is still a person with a black history. It doesn't matter who you meet, greet someone with a slap first - this childhood shadow has been deeply rooted in He Yuting's young and fragile heart. She quietly closed the door and did not bolt it. Just in case, there's a way to escape, right?

He Yuting picked up a chair farthest from the peony and sat down, and took the lead in asking, "What did you call me over?" ”

"Did I call you?"

He Yuting choked. MMP, didn't you call it? You didn't tell you to send a fart email? Pitifully said, "I'm on the second floor of the teahouse", and even the house number was accurately reported, didn't he just expect me to come over and take a look? Otherwise, this email will not be sent to Meat T, not to Blood, not to ...... Bah! He Yuting automatically erased the name of Erlang Zhenjun, who had been listed as a fierce god, from Peony's mailing list. Anyway, who is the email to send it, but you want to send it to me? He Yuting's eyes widened and she looked at Peony unconvinced.

Peony looked back at her with a playful look like a cat looking at a mouse.

"Did I call you?" He asked again.

He Yuting was really angry, and said sullenly: "Since you didn't call me, then you sent a fart email!" ”

Peony was slightly stunned, and suddenly lowered her head and laughed. There was a slight sad smile on Qingjun's face.

Men don't look too good! He Yuting only had this one thought in her heart, and she sat still with a calm mind. She heard Peony whisper:

"How do you know that I won't pass on the same information to Jiro Zhenjun?"

Since Erlang Zhenjun was mentioned, He Yuting's back straightened. "It just so happens that I have something to tell you about Erlang Zhenjun." She hesitated for a moment, deciding to skip the one piece about the remnant. Since Peony didn't notice anything, she didn't want to add to his troubles. With Peony's wild and uninhibited style, she added a lot of trouble to him, and in the end, I don't know who blocked whom. Like this time, she just persuaded Peony to stay away from the shadow of Assasin and see more of the bright beauty of the outside world, who knew that he would wander around her by mistake and give birth to a bunch of small things?

"Don't contact Erlang Zhenjun in the future." He Yuting said.

Peony raised a long eyebrow and looked at her defiantly: "Why?" ”

He Yuting endured a breath of bird's breath. "And ask why? What are you doing in the Immortal Garden......" Speaking of the Immortal Garden, she suddenly remembered the blood line flying on the peony's neck. Her gaze couldn't help but chase the side of his neck—a side that was curvaceous and moving, and the skin was delicate and fair. He Yuting was surprised to find that she had swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She looked away. "Your injuries?"

"It's been around for a long time." Peony chuckled lowly. "As long as the time of the DEBUFF has passed, and then let Mo Xiang help me recover my blood, that small injury will heal immediately."

He Yuting still can't get used to being in the world of half-truths and half-truths. Especially hearing "DEBUFF" from the mouth of the boss? She had the feeling of being thrown out of the air in a roller coaster without a seatbelt. It's all fake! A voice shouted. But He Yuting's feet on the ground and the touch of leaning back on the chair really reminded her that she was no longer a person who simply slept on a ventilator in the freezer. Now it's all happening. Soul Flying Scatter, Erlang Zhenjun, Peony, and the limited number of resurrections and the irreconcilable conflict between the two of them......

"Erlang Zhenjun, he really wants to kill you, Peony. If you spare your life, you should stay away from him! ”

"Hide?"

He Yuting's eyes flickered, and then she was half frightened. She deliberately chose a chair farthest from the peony and sat down. As a result, this distance is not a problem for peony at all. Others deceived He Yuting in the blink of an eye. With both hands, he propped himself on the armrests on both sides of the chair, trapping He Yuting firmly between his arms. In front of He Yuting's eyes was a man's flat, beautiful and edible flat chest. Small pink protrusions rubbed against the soft fabric, faintly visible as the chest rose and fell.

Half of the jug of wine was spilled on the ground. The air was filled with the mellow aroma of wine, and He Yuting couldn't tell whether it was the aroma emanating from the peony that was too close to her, or the aroma from the puddle of wine spilled at her feet. If the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, and He Yuting's mind is dizzy. She curled up in a ball and curled up in her chair like a shrimp.

"You, you, you! What do you want to do? ”