"Three, brother!"

The gloomy voice was a little crazy, and Xiuzhen smiled strangely cutely: "May I ask the third brother, are you itchy skin??" ”

Jiang Bicheng lowered his eyelids, sighed, and then rolled his eyes, smothering Qi Suya like an octopus, and continued to be greasy with Qi Suya.

Jiang Xiuzhen: "......"

Ignoring me??

So in the next second, Jiang Bicheng was tragic, and his brain was dizzy as if he was overturning the river and the sea.

But Jiang Bicheng was also uneasy, and fell softly into Qi Suya's arms, right next to Qi Suya's chest, and rubbed back and forth, and then smiled like a big cutie, looking so weak.

"Sister, I'm so uncomfortable, I'm so dizzy, I want to vomit, like motion sickness. Can you help me rub it? ”

Qi Suya: "??? ”

……

Jiang Xiuzhen found that since he awakened the ability of the spiritual department, he had swelled.

Just like now, he really wants to use his spiritual power to kill his third brother directly like he did against the Green-haired Wood King!

His third brother is too cheap, too indebted, and too capable of pulling hatred!

actually kissed me and me in front of him.

Damn it!!

Assuming that the other party is not his own brother and brother, he must kill the third brother!

And even if the other party is his own brother, he really wants to kill Jiang Bicheng now!!

Jiang Bicheng is too lazy to take care of Xiaoxiu, a scheming ghost neurotic, he is busy competing for favor.

Originally, he was just a little dizzy, but now he made a dying appearance and fell into Qi Suya's arms.

He took the girl's hand and touched it again and again, making a 'Actually, I'm very uncomfortable, but I'm happy, but I need your attention, be kind to me'.

Jiang Xiuzhen: "......"

It's hard to put into words.

Viciously exhaled a mouthful of sullen breath held in his heart, the mood was really not good, and the killing intent was ready to move anytime and anywhere.

When no one knew, a storm had already blown in his mind, and like a movie, "One Hundred Ways to Die of My Third Brother" was played in turn.

And Jiang Bicheng didn't know that in the imagination of his sixth brother, he had been 'killed' a hundred times.

However, I guess even if I knew, I would probably only laugh, right?

The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic.

Today's Jiang Bicheng is using his own actions to confirm the meaning of this ancient poem.

……

Jiang Bicheng's arrival is like a prelude.

After Jiang Bicheng, the second person to come was the eldest brother of the Su family, Su Murong.

The man looked like a dusty man, with a lot of dirty black blood on his body, his facial features were handsome, and the fly in the ointment was that he had a scar on his face.

He walks with great momentum, a man who always does not smile on weekdays, because the multi-day killing adds a cold and iron-blooded taste, which makes people even frightened by the bloody aura of the wind at a glance.

But when he saw the little sister at home, it was like the spring sun melting snow, and the coldness on the man's face instantly turned away.

The eyebrows under his eyes were only slightly softened, but the charm of the whole person was very different.

"Yaya."

Su Murong greeted Qi Suya.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Qi Suya could hear that his voice was hoarse, as if his tonsils were inflamed.

"What's wrong with your throat?"

Qi Suya ran towards Su Murong.

"It's a bit of a fire."

Su Murong touched his neck, his fingertips lingering on the Adam's apple, but a pair of deep black eyes stared at Qi Suya.