Hua Cuo immediately wailed, "Sister, you are so ruthless! How can I say that I am also your own brother, if my mother knows Jiuquan......"

"Hmph. If I hadn't thought about you and me, you would still be alive today? ”

Hua Cuo hid back behind the stone pillar, and shouted angrily, "It's just a thousand eight hundred taels, and you are not willing to borrow me!" You are better to a maid than to me! ”

"If you are my maid, I will give you eight thousand taels."

"Hey, don't move my face! Sister, don't force me to do it to you! ”

"Are you capable? Okay, if you can get my three tricks today, I'll give you as many silver taels as you want! ”

As soon as Hua Yao's words fell, a gust of cold wind swept towards Hua Wrong.

……

Hua Yao made a move, and Ye Mushen was awakened by a strange howl of yin and yang.

I struggled to open my eyes, only to feel a splitting headache.

He tried to get up, and slammed into a piece of hardwood above his head.

Only then did I realize that I was actually left on the beam.

He turned his head sideways and glared down, gasping.

Who threw him here?

If you are good, you won't do such a lack of morality, right?

He listened intently to the bickering of the two outside, touching the scab on his forehead.

Suddenly I can't remember why I'm here.

He should now be in the official residence of the Nine Metropolitan Divisions in Kanto to accompany Wanqing.

This is clearly not Kanto, but ......

Ye Mu ginseng became more and more headaches.

The body felt as if a rib had been drawn, and the heart felt as if a piece of flesh had been stripped of it.

Something is missing.

But he couldn't remember what was missing.

Just when he was about to be annoyed, Ye Mushen suddenly felt a tightness on his waist, and he was dragged off the beam of the house.

The weightlessness made him trance, and a vague figure flashed through his mind.

Before he could catch the figure, the back of his head slammed into the ground.

A soft and demonic voice sighed heartlessly, "Ah, I didn't catch it." ”

Ye Mushen rolled his eyes, got up lazily, patted the petals on his body, and endured his dizziness and opened his legs to walk towards the door.

He didn't take two steps, and the silver whip on his waist tightened again.

He suddenly stopped, looking back at the flamboyantly dressed boy.

With gloomy impatience on his face, "Let go." ”

Hua Cuo circled the silver whip around his wrist and approached him step by step.

His eyes kept falling on Hua Yao in the rain of petals, and his tone was like a very tasty, "Sister, men are not allowed to set foot in Donglai Pavilion, you brought such a wild man back behind my back...... Didn't you fall in love with him? ”

Ye Mushen followed his line of sight and looked at Hua Yao.

Hua Yao's sharp eyes softened down in a blink of an eye, and the autumn water was full of water, turning a thousand times.

The person in the painting closed his eyes slightly, and his lips were upturned; Spread out your hands and circle in the rain of petals, you really look like a fairy in the earth.

The two looked at each other, Ye Mushen's pupils suddenly contracted, his expression was slightly dull, and he said in a low voice, "Master." ”

Hua Cuo heard this "master" clearly, and a look of murder flashed in his eyes.

When Ye Mushen looked back at him, his seductive face was untamed again.

Hua Cuo was stunned by his strange eyes for a moment, and the next second he felt that the hand wrapped around the silver whip was whipped by something.

Looking down, there was already a bloody wound on his arm, shattering and staining his beautiful brocade robe.

In the blink of an eye, there was another bloody wound on that arm.

Hua Yao danced freely in the rain of petals, as if she couldn't hear the pain howl of Hua Yao.

In the residual consciousness of Ye Mushen, he noticed a trace of strangeness.

When did he learn to use the whip?