It wasn't until he was surrounded by bursts of fragrant wind and all kinds of fat powder cloths that Wen Xien saw Yue Yangqiu's smiling face on the other side, and he realized that this was not anything interesting.

At least she couldn't take it.

However, the monk is still young, and it is really difficult to match these soft arms.

Wen Xien hid, and they pestered him.

Wen Xien only felt that the bright red lips were about to stick to them like monsters that were about to eat people, and they were all lightly dressed and acted exaggeratedly.

If it weren't for Wen Xien's efforts to resist, I'm afraid it would have been extremely indecent at this moment.

They still have eyes, but they also know that Wen Xien is a monk, but then again, that serious monk will come to this place of fireworks.

It's also strange that this spring building is not like a spring building, and it doesn't look like red dust at all from the outside.

The air became viscous, Wen Xien felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he barely pulled out his arm from the beauty pile and called for help to Yue Yang, the wide sleeves of his coat slipped down, revealing two small arms that had been covered with red marks at some point, Yue Yang looked at her with his cheeks and smiled, just laughing.

Wen Xien was anxious and angry, it was clear that Yue Yang had found an important clue to call her here, but now Yue Yang was sitting there neatly, as if he was just watching the lively passers-by, turning a blind eye to Wen Xien's current embarrassing situation, and the strength of his usual days was clean at the moment.

However, no one pestered him and persuaded him to drink, and they seemed to be afraid of something, so they tacitly agreed to vacate a piece of land for Yue Yang, and told him to watch the monk's jokes.

Xu is the potency of spirits, Wen Xi'en's cheeks were burning even if he didn't drink it, and the heat was steaming out of his body, Yue Yang suddenly stood up and approached in the midst of this fragrant breeze, reached out and touched her face, looked down, stopped, and then snorted an inexplicable smile, revealing a shallow pear vortex.

Wen Xien didn't know why, although she had always known that Yue Yang had a bad temper, but she didn't expect that she would still have the heart to tease her at such a time, could it be that she was called here today just to see her unbearable embarrassment and laugh at her?

Wen Xien called him in a deep voice: "Little Master Yue! ”

In fact, as long as Wen Xien recites a trick, this group of people will be shocked away, but they are all ordinary people without mana, and she is afraid that it will be difficult to make a mistake if she can't control it well.

But Yue Yang only folded his arms and looked at her, as if there was some mental formula on her face.

Wen Xien patiently closed her eyes, wiped her drunken face, and coldly persuaded these girls to stay away from her, while trying her best to push them away, but her fists were invincible with four hands, and she could only fall behind when she fought with them with her physical mortal body, Wen Xien's voice trembled: "Don't! ”

Just as Wen Xien was struggling, a few loud laughs suddenly came from inside the half-hidden door of a side room, and one person staggered and was pushed out.

He wore an inky robe draped loosely over his body, exposing most of his chest, and carrying a silver flask in his hand, stumbling towards us as he stumbled at us.

There were scattered footsteps and exclamations in her ears, and the flask fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and only Wen Xien stayed in place groggily, while his tall body fell like a landslide just on top of her.

The coiled silk array that had surrounded Wen Xien tightly was scattered, and she was free again, only to fall into another embarrassing situation - there was still a person on her body.

He seemed to be a delirious drunk, lying on Wen Xien's chest and bowing his head and muttering something, so Wen Xien carefully pushed his head resting on her chest: "This ...... Donor? ”

He was very drunk, his cheeks were red, his black hair was scattered and could not hide his handsome appearance, and after listening to Wen Xien's soft call, his long and dense eyelashes trembled and fanned up and down, revealing a pair of black eyes hidden inside, as if there was brilliance flowing.

His lips were thin, and when he opened slightly, he could still see the tip of his tongue, which was extremely soft and smelled of wine.

Wen Xien didn't want to know this so clearly, but when the man opened his eyes, he seemed to mistake her for a woman, smiled, and then lowered his head and pressed his lips hard without hesitation.

This time, Wen Xien couldn't hold it back, and directly used the Dao Talisman to push the guy away.

It was eerily quiet, and everyone seemed to be shocked.

The man seemed to be a little more sober, looking at Wen Xien in a daze, as if he was about to lose his footing.

Wen Xien was really about to vomit blood, she was a serious monk, but she was ...... by a man in public!

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Wen Xien's wrist and pulled her up vigorously.

It was Yue Yang, he looked at the other party with a calm face, the strength of his hands was amazing, Wen Xien's wrist bone was almost broken by him, he struggled twice, and he couldn't break free, so he had to go.

The man got up and walked unsteadily, wiped his moist lips and stared at Wen Xien, I don't know if he remembered the temperature of his lips and tongue with her just now, the man's face seemed to be on fire, and he immediately avoided her gaze and looked down at his toes.

But Wen Xien soon noticed the oddity, and she jerked her head up and looked sharply at the man.

In the thick incense and the fragrant smell of rouge powder, the two people are far away from each other.

I saw that he slowed down for a while, then slowly closed the placket, tied the belt, and pulled out a thin and powerful waist. After dressing neatly, the whole person was a little more noble, his handsome and graceful face was apologetic, his eyes were still red with wine, and he said to Wen Xien in a dumb voice: "I was a little drunk just now, I'm really sorry." ”

Wen Xien didn't say a word, just stared at the man, but didn't notice that there was any demonic aura on the man.

But Wen Xien just felt a faint indescribable weirdness.

His gaze bypassed Yue Yang and looked at Wen Xien, Wen Xien saw that he was polite and sincere, and the dissatisfaction of being offended was a little gone, but there was still a strong resistance.

However, Yue Yang pulled the monk back behind him, raised his chin to him unkindly, and said coldly: "No need, don't drink if you don't drink well, save others abruptly." ”

The man's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became cold.

After speaking, he didn't look at the man's reaction, and Yue Yang pulled Wen Xien straight out of here.

It's funny to think about it, it's Yue Ying who wants to see her jokes, but now she is as disappointed as someone else owes him a debt, which is really childlike.

I don't know where Yue Yang's anger came from, he looked bitter and hateful, Wen Xien's head was still a little swollen, and he pulled his wrist back hard, Yue Yang turned his head and glared at her, and there seemed to be flames jumping in his eyes.

Yue Ying: If the monk doesn't get along with me, I'll turn black!

(End of chapter)