"It's rare for Lord Sikong to come over today, why don't you talk to Moling in advance?"

The air flickered like ripples of water a few times, and the man's voice with a hint of sickness sounded in the private room.

When Sikong Yang's wine was finished, he took out another flask.

A man suddenly appeared in the seat, dressed in a white robe embroidered with dark silver stripes, a bright red cloak on his shoulders, his hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his lips were pale, and he looked like he was dying.

Followed by Bang Yun, she took off her veil, and her small nose and cherry lips did not rob the agility of those eyes, but the icing on the cake, making her more charming.

"Just a makeshift idea, a drink or two?"

Li Moling was about to refuse, but Sikong Yang had already handed him the wine glass.

He had no choice but to sigh, took the wine glass, and said with a smile: "You are really a devil who likes the difficulties of strong people." ”

Sikong Yang laughed sullenly twice, and replied sarcastically: "Why, you are only allowed to be yin and yang, and you can't let me fight back, the owner of the dignified tasting building is too careful." ”

"I can't talk about you." He shook his head, admitting that he had lost.

The white and transparent fingertips pinched Moyu's cup and brought it to his lips, and Bang Yun behind him came up to stop it.

Her soft voice like a spring breeze in March smiled and said, "You just drank the medicine, and Lord Sikong won't bother with you." ”

Li Moling's movements paused, and he raised his eyes to look at Sikong Yang.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and with a tilt of his neck, he drank another glass of wine.

The wine of Qianyuan City is famous because it has a delicate taste and a long aftertaste compared to the wine in other places, and it has a sweet aftertaste in the same spicy, which is the same as the suffering life of many alcoholic immortals.

"It's a bit shameless for the two of you to bully me alone."

As soon as he said this, Li Moling put down the cup generously.

"Li is stupid, I don't know what you're talking about."

Two blushes flew on the white cheeks of Bang Yun behind him, and he covered his lips and chuckled: "Lord Sikong, don't make fun of me, the little woman is blessed and doesn't dare to climb high." ”

Sikong Yang looked back and forth at the two of them in surprise.

Bang Yun shyly looked away, his face was flushed, and he had already expressed his intentions, while Li Moling turned his head to look out the window, where the window paper was pasted, and he didn't know what to see.

“…… Okay, it's me who is too talkative. He took the last sip of the jug and stood up.

"My little thing ran away. Leave me all the weapons and poison for tonight in a moment, and I'll go first. ”

He took a step forward and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Li Moling looked at the empty wine jug he left on the table, his eyes gloomy.

Bang Yun spoke: "Lord Sikong, is this enlightened?" I saw a little girl beside him before, and her appearance was even more beautiful than that of a woman in the fairy world, and he was also very doting on her, not like a brother and sister. ”

He just woke up from a big dream and answered in a trance: "It's so cunning to let him change the topic." ”

The corners of Bang Yun's mouth smiled and nodded in response, but his eyes were heartbroken.

The two of them were talking about being in a carriage at the moment, and she woke up slowly, and the first thing she saw was pitch black.

Her hands and feet were tied with water-soaked hemp rope, and she writhed twice, and the more she struggled to twist the hemp rope, the tighter it became, and her delicate skin was strangled red by the rough hemp rope, and the skin was broken and bleeding from the tight place.

A piece of cloth was also stuffed in her mouth, and she couldn't close her mouth, and her cheeks were very sour.

Underneath her was a hard plank, with nothing on it, and she lay on her side, her hip bone aching.

The carriage was bumped, she was upside down, her back hit the wall hard, and she fell to the ground, her whole body felt as if she had been beaten with a fist, and the pain was unbearable.

Her two crescent eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her eyelashes were stained with tears, and her little face was streaked with tears.

The carriage was constantly moving, and she didn't know what was going on outside, the only thing she knew was that she had been kidnapped.

The other party disguised herself as Luo Hua's voice and tricked her into opening the door of the inn.

Is this considered a self-defeating trap?

It's really brainless! She cursed herself in her heart.

How do you think that in that situation, it is impossible for Sikong Yang to let Luo Hua get involved in the matter between the two, he is so precious Luo Hua.

There must be broken skin in her hips, she thought to herself.

A strange scent began to fill the carriage, and she sniffed it twice, and her eyelids were about to close.

Finished, that was her last thought before falling into a coma.

When she woke up again, the surroundings were soft, and the air was filled with a faint incense, which made people drowsy.

Thinking about her kidnapping, she struggled to open her eyes.

Then all of a sudden he was conscious.

It's a very beautifully furnished room.

The almost transparent tulle hanging from the beams, the large transparent mirrors that set up all over the room, the shackles on one wall, the windows were closed, the pink candles were lit all the time, the smoke was constantly rising from the incense burners, and there was no furniture in the whole room except for the round large bed under her.

The hemp ropes on her hands and feet were removed, the cloth in her mouth was also removed, and the wide black robe on her body was still well worn, and there was no trace of passing.

She carefully got down from under the bed, there was a layer of smoke on the ground, she couldn't see the ground below her calves, and the soles of her feet gave her the touch that there was still a fluffy carpet here, and suddenly, her feet were slammed, she slowly squatted down and touched the ground with her hands.

It was something of wood, and she picked it up, ready to take a closer look, when the door opened.

"Oh, is the beauty so impatient?"

In came a greased, powdered, profligate man, with a few pieces of cloth hanging from his body rather than clothes, his white chest with a large red mark on it, and a distinct tooth mark on his shoulder.

Tantai Xia had never seen such a man, and he blushed for a while, and turned his back and didn't dare to look at it again.

The door opened and brought the air flowing, and Taixia was a little more conscious, and by the bright moonlight outside the window, she glanced at the thing she was holding, which was a cylindrical object.

There was a warm breath in her ears, and the man leaned behind her and took the thing from her hand.

"Don't you know what this is? It's okay, I'll teach you slowly. ”

Yutai Xia stiffened for a moment, and immediately felt weak, she ran two steps forward, avoiding the man's embrace.

I don't know when the door closed again, and without the moonlight, the room was dark, and the candles seemed to dim a little after the man entered.