Hou Baoshu covered her stomach, her face was as white as a ghost, and she said weakly: "Sister, my sister's stomach hurts a little, you go home first." ”

"Don't, sister, we have such a good relationship, why is my sister embarrassed to leave you alone?" Yinling was particularly understanding and refused: "That's it, sister, I'll help you go to the toilet, wait a minute, it's okay for me, who told us that the two sisters have a good relationship." ”

Hou Baoshu was so angry that she almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

mmp！

Who's on good terms with you!

Get lost.

Get out of here.

"Sister, don't be willful, listen to my sister... Ouch...... You go first. With that, Hou Baoshu turned around and pulled the maid Yangchun and disappeared around the corner.

Yinling smacked her lips, this unconcealable appearance of wanting to harm the princess is really itchy.

54188, [......] The ears of the orthodox are deaf... Deaf.

For the sake of these two people's careful calculations, they can't live up to it.

Yinling pinched her handkerchief and walked out of the garden to get into the carriage of the Hou Mansion.

The white-clothed fairy and Zhai Qingfeng sat on both sides of the carriage, watching the coachman drive the carriage slowly.

Between the roof tiles, black figures flew by.

Bai Mei leaned on the roof as if she had no bones, turned her head and said with a smile: "Qianjiao, it seems that King He didn't lie to us, the sect leader is really by the side of this Miss Hou Fushu." ”

Qian Jiao's eyebrows were sparse, and he stood on the roof with his chest crossed, looking at the white-clothed fairy with a strange demeanor with an expressionless face.

He frowned, his eyelids lifted slightly, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Let people intercept the carriage five hundred meters in front of you and welcome the sect master back to the palace." ”

"Yes~"

Baimei stretched out her hand, put her fingertips on Qianjiao's shoulder, stroked his Adam's apple, and her eyebrows were seductive.

"It's out there."

Qianjiao raised his hand to block it, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

"Huh..."

Bai Mei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You can't help but tease, how old are you, and you're still shy."

Bai Mei's slender hand gently stroked her face, wearing a red tulle robe embroidered with lotus flowers, and walked to the eaves step by step.

And then

Take a leap.

The fair-skinned, rounded little feet stepped on the red tulle and left.

Five hundred meters away, there is a small forest in the shape of a mushroom.

Just halfway through.

The abnormality is highlighted.

The white-clothed fairy took the sword and blocked the coachman's arm at once.

"What's wrong with Childe?" The coachman looked at the sword and trembled.

"It's okay, just stop."

The white-clothed fairy said lightly.

Half a day.

"Won't you come out?"

The white-clothed fairy was a little impatient.

When the words fell, the figure of Qianjiao Baimei instantly fell in front of the carriage.

"Ang~~"

Suddenly sensing danger, the horse raised its front hooves and neighed.

Yinling was catching up on sleep when suddenly the carriage fell backwards.

She was so frightened that her head suddenly smacked on the edge of the carriage and pressed her startled.

"Ahh

Snort softly.

Yinling, who was in pain, couldn't hold it back, and suddenly burst into tears!

mmp！ This damn abnormal sensitivity to pain!

"Listen to the people in the car, let our sect leader go, and spare you from dying, otherwise, today next year will be your death day." Qianjiao didn't have anything to say, so she directly opened her mouth to scare her with death.

But one was scared by the boudoir lady, and she was afraid that she was scared.

The white-clothed fairy took control of the horse and immediately asked, "Miss, are you okay?" ”

"Nothing."

Yinling covered her forehead and took a bite of the soybean cake.

The next second.

Lift the curtain.

"Where did you hit the dogs? Dare to threaten Miss Ben, Xiaobai, go up and beat them! ”

Yinling shed tears and commanded violently.

Qianjiao Baimei was a little confused, and they hadn't made a move yet.

Can't you cry?

The white-clothed fairy jumped out of the carriage and stood in front of the horse's head.

"Please."

His hand holding the sword reached forward.

Qianjiao smacked her cheeks.

Baimei: "Jiaojiao, the sect leader won't be sick, right?" ”