"Sixth, come and eat chicken!"

"This little yellow chicken thief is delicious!"

Zhao Muyang stood in place and gritted his teeth to cheer himself on.

As soon as he was halfway through the cheering, in the crowd of people calling for flower chickens, Song Zhi's shout suddenly sounded.

Zhao Muyang suddenly forgot what he had just thought, and rushed over with his feet upside down.

Little yellow chicken.

His favorite!

After eating and drinking, I will protect the little junior sister.

……

On the way to escort the Fang family's caravan, it was not as easy as it was at the beginning.

The closer it is to the border city, the more robbery traps the caravan encounters.

In order to kill Fang Qianyu's brother, Fang Qianyan can be called full of means and made a lot of money.

In addition to hiring a killer from the Qingfeng Dart Bureau to assassinate him.

During the journey, the caravan also encountered porcelain touchers, robbers, and those who pretended to be weak to win Fang Qianyu's sympathy, and then took the opportunity to assassinate.

There are all kinds of things, not to mention Fang Qianyu's fright at the beginning, to the current habit, and her heart is like water.

It is the two main combat personnel of Song Zhi and Feng Ye.

It has also changed from the excitement at the beginning, and it is strong when it is strong, to today's face does not change, and it will kill with one blow.

There are too many brain-dead people who come to die.

Song Zhi and Feng Ye both lost their interest in fighting against the enemy, and by the way, they were interested in training.

Just walked and stopped, and eight days later, across the vast mountains and forests, they finally saw a corner of the magnificent and majestic city wall of Bian Yao City.

*

"Fairy Song, this is already the periphery of Bian Yao City, and there is a powerful formation."

"My brother-in-law doesn't dare to come here again."

"These days, there is really the help of three workers."

"It's getting late today, and the gates are closed."

"It's better for me to stay on the spot and wait for tomorrow to march into the city, what does Fairy Song think?"

On the gorgeous and wide carriage, Fang Qianyu lowered the curtains, withdrew his line of sight, and turned his head to Song Zhi and whispered to Song Zhi.

Two days ago, when he made a decision, he would also bring Feng Ye, a Jindan senior.

Later, he became familiar with Song Weaving, so he didn't pretend, and his words were completely based on Song Weaving's opinions.

Feng Ye is nothing, he is not sensitive to these things.

Zhao Muyang jumped out from time to time to raise objections.

However, whenever this happens, he will always encounter the demolition of his sister and sister.

Without Fang Qianyu bothering to provoke, Zhao Muyang's thorn will automatically turn off.

Fang Qianyu felt that this feeling was really great.

He became more and more satisfied with Song Weaving, and felt that his plan would come to fruition.

It's just that Song Zhi seems to be slow to react in this regard.

No matter how many times he tried around the bush, she still didn't have the kind of affection that a woman has for a man.

This made Fang Qianyu feel frustrated.

Once the caravan entered the city, it meant that he was about to be separated from Song Weaving.

Fang Qianyu would never allow it, and the duck that reached its beak flew like this.

Therefore, tonight, it will be his last blow to capture Song Weaving.

*

"Fang Gongzi can call the shots."

"My brother and I have no objections."

Facing Qianyu's warm and inquiring gaze above, Song Zhi didn't think about it, and nodded back very simply.

Fang Qianyu smiled with satisfaction, turned around and ordered the servants to find a place to set up camp.

He himself was in the middle of a flat forest, releasing an elaborate wooden house and cave.

The cottage is small and has three master bedrooms and a living room.

Without his need for more invitations, Song Zhi and Feng Ye and Zhao Muyang consciously entered.

Song Zhi casually picked a room on the side, explained to Zhao Muyang Feng Ye, and then pushed the door in, released the spirit gathering array and began to recuperate.

As time passed, Song Weaving absorbed the aura to condense and cultivate, and gradually got better.

Just as she was about to sink completely, there were two knocks outside the door.

Fang Qianyu's warm and beautiful voice sounded immediately.

*

"Fairy Song, Xiao Ke has something to ask for."

"I wonder if the fairy can appreciate his face and have a face-to-face interview with Xiao Ke?"

Fang Qianyu was still as polite and polite as ever, and she was as weak and sad as ever.

Hearing the hesitation and pleading in his tone, Song Zhi's heart moved, although he felt that this person had come at the wrong time.

But for the sake of the other party's money, she still collected the spirit gathering array and waved her hand to open the door.

"What is the matter with Young Master Fang, but please tell me."

Song Zhi is very straightforward.

She stretched out her legs and stepped off the bed, invited Fang Qianyu to sit at the table, then lifted the tea cup on the table, poured a cup of spiritual tea for Fang Qianyu, and asked lightly.

To be honest, she was really a little curious about what Fang Qianyu was asking for.

It's really that this sick and weak boy doesn't look weak, but in fact, he is controlled everywhere, which makes people sigh.

Song Zhi didn't feel compassion.

She mainly looks at the potential of Fang Qianyu.

weighed whether Fang Qianyu could be used as an entry point to meddle in the fluorescent phosphate mine in Fangzhou City.

*

"Fairy Song."

"This matter is mainly Xiao Ke's private matter, if there is anything offended, please also ask Fairy Haihan."

Before Fang Qianyu mentioned the matter, she couldn't help but give Song Zhi a preventive shot first.

It's a pity that Song Zhi didn't understand what he meant, and he only nodded disappreciatively when he heard the words.

Facing Song Zhi's urging eyes, Fang Qianyu's face flushed, and her eyes were as bright as stars, full of nervousness and anticipation.

He mustered up the courage to look at Song Weaving, and said softly: "Song Weaving, I am pleased with you. ”

"I want to marry you as a wife, and use the strength of the whole Fang family to help you ascend to the avenue."

"May you give me a chance to get close to you!"

Song Zhi felt that Fang Qianyu's eyes seemed to have some kind of magic.

She heard him and understood what he meant.

Obviously, it should be extremely resistant, even dismissive.

But she rejoiced in her heart, and began to make a thumping sound of deer crashing into each other.

"I, I ......" I disagree!

Song Zhi snorted, his thin lips opened and opened, but he couldn't say anything if he refused.

There seemed to be a resistance in her body, desperately trying to prevent her from rejecting Fang Qianyu.

Gan!

What the heck?

She can't control her body anymore, can she?

Song Zhi frowned slightly, and his sharp gaze shot straight at Fang Qianyu.

The handsome son, who usually showed his sick and weak image, had a straight back and a proud smile on his face.

He chuckled, his eyes filled with evil energy.

Song Zhi saw him stretch out his hand, and her body rose into the air and fell directly on the bed.

Fang Qianyu held the white brocade handkerchief in his hand, and wiped his hands slowly as he approached.

He stretched out his long scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his lips, reaching out and tearing off the jade belt around his waist.

"Fairy."

"Hugh blames the slave."

"If the slave does not dedicate himself to you before entering the city, the slave will be put to death."

"Please have mercy on the fairy, and let the slave serve you well......"

Fang Qianyu's face was blurred, and his voice was clear and bewitching.

He exposed his white chest and leaned over Song Weaving, his pupils contracted rapidly in his affectionate eyes.

On Junxiu's face, the black magic pattern that belongs to the characteristics of the demon race is squeezed out hideously.

Fang Qianyu is actually a demon!!