The next moment Nie Huo crawled out of the gap, a group of people around him took a few steps back.

Nie Huo glanced around with a look at you little chicks now, unhurriedly re-twisted the messy hair into a bun, and picked up the jade fan hair crown to fix it securely.

Then he keenly felt something, Nie Huo squinted his eyes, and just saw the true qi surging around the scholar who had been hiding in the crowd at this time, and obviously his palm was exerting force, and he was about to sneak attack him immediately. So, almost without thinking, Nie Huo pulled up the Qin bandit wind beside him and rushed straight towards the scholar.

"What do you want to do!"

Seeing that he had become the focus of attention, the scholar was naturally reluctant to expose the exercises, so he pretended to be frightened and roared as he retreated.

As a result, Nie Huo obviously had a violent look on Lao Tzu's crippled hand that had to be stained with some blood, but what he did was completely opposite.

It can be said that it is very Jianghu.

The moment he rushed to the distance of the scholar, he bent the soles of his feet and rushed all the way out of the inn.

Don't run now, wait when.

Nie Huo knew that his little bit of hard work was really going to make the scholar anxious, and I was afraid that he was not his opponent, so he didn't want face or anything, and he didn't want his life at the moment.

It's just that Nie Huo can not care about his innocence, but he still has some itchy hands when dealing with people who destroy his innocence.

So when the soles of his feet were bent, he pulled them along the way and tore off the scholar's pants.

He knew that the scholar would inevitably do his best to prevent himself from moving him on three ways, especially his arms, so Nie Huo simply tried to be cool, if you discredit me, I will let you walk the bird during the day, after all, it is rude to come.

Merry, pretentious.

However, Nie Hui was so happy that he could easily throw his face away, but someone couldn't stand it and had to pick him up.

I saw Nie Huo rushing out of the inn, and was thinking about which direction was the most suitable for running, when a cold figure that had been standing for a long time fluttered down from the roof of the inn, with a few taps on her toes, and her figure flew elegantly in front of Nie Hui.

Nie Huo's body stiffened and slowly raised his head.

The person in front of him was dressed in a frost-white robe, the corners of the clothes were embroidered with the symbol of the Qingqing sect, the jade of the fan-shaped hair crown on his head was clear, his expression was cold, and the ink hair that hung down was blown up by the wind, and the fairy wind was bone, and his temperament was extraordinary.

This person, who has not seen Nie Huo for just two days, but seems to have been separated by two autumns, asked the senior disciple, Nie Chenguang.

The same robe, worn on Nie Hui's body, forced to wear a bit of obscene temperament. Why? Nie Huo is not bad-looking, and he is even very handsome, because his hair is crooked.

"Nie Huo," the immortal-like Nie Chenguang stretched out his hand and straightened Nie Hui's hair in a bun, his eyes were bright, "Why don't you explain?" ”

Nie Huo retracted his gaze, his heart was empty, he coughed twice pretending to be calm, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you delayed me to run away, please let me go." ”

Nie Chenguang frowned, but did not move.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and finally Nie Huo sighed lightly, grabbed Qin Bandit, turned around, and went back to the inn.

Qin Bandit Feng was pulled back by Nie Huo again, turned his head blankly, his eyes met with Nie Chenguang, he thought about it, and pouted unconvinced.

Nie Huo listened to this person like this, is he Nie Hui's husband? Qin Bandit Feng thought so.

And Nie Huo is naturally reluctant to go back and argue with a bunch of melon-eating people, but the matter has come to this point, putting aside the ghost story that he may be arrested and returned to Wuxintai, he is quite happy to think that with Nie Chenguang's plug-in, he can be powerful again.

As a result, to Nie Hui's surprise, he drove the plug-in back, but found that it was not necessary at all.

I saw that the situation in the inn had been reversed, and the melon-eating crowd who had been following the scholar's butt was raising their "weapons" again at this moment, but this time, it was collectively facing the scholar.

Nie Huo blinked his eyes twice, and didn't wait for a question before leaving for a moment, what kind of new plot is this, and he swept the scholar's slippery thighs...... Light ink-colored imprint on the outside.

The four-petal pattern, each petal shape is like a bucket, the square is symmetrical, it is the shadow of the beam.

Nie Huo was stunned, the true qi condensation seal of this product was unexpectedly exposed by himself!? And what about his arm? Isn't it on the arm?

But it doesn't matter.

"You ......"

Nie Huo cleared his throat, and was about to pretend to be forced first, saying that you are afraid, right? Do you want me to save you? Please.

As a result, as soon as Nie Chenguang on the front foot followed him in, Nie Hui on the back foot was arched out of the C position by everyone.

"Dusty Light Path Chief!"

"Qingfeng-kun!"

"Breeze on the Fairy!"

……

Nie Huo was squeezed to the ground and almost sat on the ground, looking at Nie Chenguang, who had obviously been accustomed to it for a long time, with a somewhat complicated gaze, and sighed in his heart, asking Qing Yihua, it was really not a waste of fame.

However, no matter how extraordinary he looks, in Nie Hui's eyes, he is also a dead spirit with outstanding temperament.

Estimating that there was nothing to do with him for the time being, Nie Huo was too lazy to take care of them anymore, turned around and poked at Qin Bandit Feng, whose face was sullen, and opened his arms slightly: "You lean over a little, there is something, I have wanted to do it for a long time." ”

Qin Bandit Feng glared and took a big step forward happily.

Nie Huo hugged Qin Bandit's waist as he wished, and then stuffed back the exposed dirty pants for him.

As soon as Nie Huo lowered his head, he saw Qin Bandit's back oozing blood, obviously protecting Nie Huo just now, and the old wound was broken again.

Nie Huo felt uncomfortable, so he carefully avoided the wound, gently patted the shoe prints on Qin Bandit's buttocks, and said, "Didn't I tell you, you have to hide if you are beaten, otherwise your clothes will be dirty?" ”

Qin Bandit's head was buried in Nie Huo's neck, and the tip of his nose was against a small piece of white and tender neck meat exposed by Nie Huo, and he only said in a trance: "Nie Huo, it's so fragrant." ”