"Get out!" Meng Yu's face was so black that it seemed to be dripping water.

Aluk Jiling shivered, seeing that the atmosphere in the room was not right, and knowing that it was a good thing to disturb the general, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back. A respectful military salute was given, and Alu fled as if he were leaving.

Song Qingyi looked at this scene in a daze, and smirked in his mouth. couldn't bear to pull out his arm from her arms, Meng Yu felt that his temper was really good-Song Qingyi relied on himself to be drunk, and Meng Yu wanted to stun people with a knife.

Meng Yu resigned himself to covering Song Qingyi with the quilt again, and couldn't get angry at her miserable face.

"Count you ruthless!" Meng Yu scolded secretly, glanced at Song Qingyi who had fallen asleep again, and turned to leave. He didn't notice the saber he had been wearing beside him.

The General's Mansion is not far from here, Meng Yu walked in great strides, and his handsome face was a little hot under the deep night, Meng Yu didn't know what was wrong with him today, his heart was churning, and he scratched his heart with a hundred claws. At this time, the night was already cold, blowing his cold clothes to hunt, and with his clothes, there were several lanterns in the General's Mansion not far away, flashing with a warm yellow halo, making him look a little trance.

Under the red-lacquered wooden door, the two soldiers were still in good spirits, and there was another somewhat rickety figure thrown in anticipation, Meng Yu's eyesight was excellent, and he recognized him at a glance, and his heart couldn't help but tighten: "Uncle Liu!" How can you be blown by the wind on a cold night at such a late day? ”

The old housekeeper with gray sideburns brightened his eyes and coughed lightly: "The general has not returned for a long time, and we are really anxious!" The dim eyes inadvertently swept behind him, and then widened, the old butler's beard trembled with excitement, and he pointed at Meng Yu's back with his hand and coughed violently: "She...... Who is she? ”

Meng Yu's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and at this glance, he suddenly froze in place. Three steps behind him was Song Qingyi, who was still asleep at the inn, she didn't even wear shoes now, standing on the ground with her bare jade white feet, swaying a little, and holding his sword in her hand.

This, this, this...... How did she get here!

I didn't even notice it!

Under Song Qingyi's smirk, Meng Yu's mood was a little complicated, and there was a hint of subtlety, and it was the old housekeeper who was more complicated and subtle than his mood. I saw that his face, which was still slightly pale, was red in an instant, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into a meaningful gaze. Under this gaze, Meng Yu felt a chill behind him.

"Eh, people are old, and they are too old to be used...... "The old butler sighed as if he didn't have anything, took one last look at them, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Meng Yu held back a fire, but there was nowhere to vent, but Song Qingyi began to be a demon again. She shook her body obediently and lowered the saber to the ground, then staggered over and smirked three times at her own red pillar. Meng Yu then saw a picture that was difficult to hope for in this life.

The woman threw herself on the pillar, because the action was too fierce and hit the corner of her forehead with a muffled sound, but the person concerned didn't care, she hugged the pillar with four paws and kissed and gnawed, humming and chirping "male god" in her mouth. Online eBooks

What the hell is this? Meng Yu held his forehead, feeling that the eyes around him were getting hotter and hotter, and Meng Yu felt that it was time to do something.

"Song Qingyi, get up, don't sleep here! Let's go! Meng Yu tugged at someone's sleeve, in exchange for Song Qingyi's dissatisfied, in a trance, Meng Yu heard the person in front of him muttering: "Hmm...... You play Kai...... Want...... I want a male god......"

Meng Yu couldn't bear it anymore, he lifted a woman with the collar on the back of her neck with one hand, and strode into the mansion, gaining countless adoring eyes behind her.

Meng Yu snorted, and several people honestly withdrew their gazes and guarded their posts. However, Song Qingyi, who was still in a daze, was still making a fuss, and Meng Yu wasted a lot of energy to throw the person back on the bed, obviously someone didn't appreciate it, and was still struggling hard.

"I don't know the hearts of good people!" Meng Yu, who was scratched by his claws, frowned and scolded, it didn't help, because Song Qingyi was completely quiet. Meng Yu felt that this scene was somewhat familiar at this time, and after thinking about what happened to him a few days ago, Meng Yu felt as if he had fallen into some terrible circle. Someone to blame doesn't know the slightest.

So stupid! Meng Yu snorted, leaned over to pinch Song Qingyi's nose, and the sleeping person raised his eyebrows, making someone stop stupidly. After not seeing her for a few days, Meng Yu was surprised to find that Song Qingyi's face had improved a lot, and the spots had faded to almost negligible, revealing the creamy skin inside.

In fact, even if she is still so ugly, she can still see it, Meng Yu thought in a trance, at least she has a pair of glass eyes that make people forget the world. But I was quickly taken aback by myself, what was wrong with myself? How do you think this crazy woman is pretty?

Must be too tired, too tired! Meng Yu made excuses to excuse himself. In order to prevent Song Qingyi from running out in the middle of the night, Meng Yu ordered him to go down and report a quilt and sleep on the ground.

The lights went out, and in the silence was Song Qingyi's snoring, which was very shallow and lingering. As expected, this Song Qingyi had a dream, in which he traveled back to modern times, became rich overnight, had endless money, peerless appearance, like a queen, Song Qingyi raised a little white face, this little white face is really good-looking, really good-looking, sword eyebrows, high nose and thin lips, deep eyes, looking at it from afar, people can't help but fall into it.

But Song Qingyi in the dream couldn't be happy, how could this person look familiar, and when she looked at it carefully, the person suddenly took off his clothes and walked over slowly, Song Qingyi covered his eyes with his hand and was so scared that he was scared of needles, but that person's words instantly made people fall to the bottom: "Song Qingyi, do you have itchy skin?" ”

Do you have itchy skin?

Song Qingyi was instantly frightened awake, no wonder, no wonder it was so familiar, this is Meng Yu, this bastard, who refuses to let go of the old lady even if he dreams! Song Qingyi gasped heavily, cold sweat dripped down her forehead, a little itchy, stretched out her hand to wipe it, Song Qingyi caught a glimpse of a crimson color on the palm of her hand, and her heart was stunned, and then ecstatic.

It's time, her face, her face isn't good!

lifted the quilt and jumped down, stepped on an unknown object at once, and in a burst of screams, Song Qingyi lost his balance and fell on the man. The hard forehead touched the man's chest, and there was another pain. The culprit covered his forehead and got up, looking innocent.

"Song Qingyi! You're a girl, why are you always so violent? Meng Yu rolled up from the ground in pain, his voice a little hoarse.