ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

This scene is really like what the old father said to the groom with tears in his eyes when his daughter got married.

Xing Lian suddenly had an illusion, feeling that he was married to Wuji's daughter, how to see how reluctant this person who wanted to send his heart and soul out of the house.

"I'm just trying a medicine, you ......" Before he finished speaking, his brain suddenly became hot, and his heartbeat gradually became irregular, strong, as if he was about to explode.

Before she could react, a hand behind her pushed her suddenly, and the door opened wide and closed again.

"Wuji, aren't you coming in?" She shook her head and looked back, only to hear the soft sound of the door locking, and then there was no movement.

What kind of fame......

She turned around and walked slowly inside, strangely enough, the room was quiet, and the familiar figure didn't know where to go, and even such a big movement didn't appear.

"Four landscapes?" She took a small step inside, and with just one movement, she felt her heart beat faster again, and a fine sweat leaked from her forehead.

Seeing that there was tea on the table in front of him, he hurriedly took two steps forward and poured a glass of water for himself.

"This damn poison, the old lady shouldn't be so unlucky, she just tried the first pair and died." took a sip of tea, looked forward, and was stunned for a moment, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

In the inner room separated by a beaded curtain, there was a figure lazily leaning on the soft couch, only wearing a shirt with a slender and straight body, and the black hair spread out like a waterfall, spreading the entire couch, revealing a bit of charm.

Shaking his head vigorously, Xing Lian rubbed his eyes, and really sighed that he hadn't slept for a few days, and now he was so dazzled that he thought that the kind of facial paralysis in Sijing Yan would be charming.

God, she's a woman, can any woman think a man is charming?

Probably hearing the figure of the cup falling to the ground, the man leaning inside turned his head slightly sideways and slowly sat up.

"Four landscapes?" Xinglian shouted again, shook the mush and scum in his head, raised his feet and took a step inside, but when he took the second step, the person inside suddenly coughed lightly and said, "Qiao Xinglian, don't come in." ”

His words were very light, even a little dumb, Xing Lian was stunned, thought for a while, and said: "Although I think it may be more miserable to die for a while, but maybe this is the last time we will meet, I always feel that you should not be the person who does this kind of thing." With that, he took two steps forward without hesitation and lifted the bead curtain.

What caught her eye was a handsome face with a slight reddish, even with heavy breath, not at all like the four scenery on weekdays, she subconsciously touched her face, took two steps forward, and sat on the soft couch with him.

"We seem to be in the same condition, and it looks like you've taken the medicine too."

Si Jing shook his hands and looked at her sideways, "I already said it, let you not come in." ”

"Why, is it really a miserable death?" Xinglian also turned his head, his clear eyes staring at him without blinking.

Si Jingyan sighed, reached out and stroked her face, "In vain, I always thought you were smart, didn't you find out that the medicine you took was unusual?" ”

Unusual?

She closed her eyes and searched carefully for the books she had read, slowly recalling the sensation of this vermilion pill when it entered her stomach and the sensation in her body at this time.