Fu Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and watched Zhou Xuanyi fall asleep. Fu Cheng did not lie down beside him and continued to sleep. The last time he and Zhou Xuanyi had to squeeze into the same bed, Zhou Xuanyi was no different from a dead man, and that time he slept Fu Cheng kept a foot away from him from beginning to end.

Fu Cheng didn't feel any sleep, just sat on the edge of the bed and watched simply, he figured out Zhou Xuanyi's temper, and he would suddenly go out when he was cold. The key is Zhou Xuanyi's complete instinctive reaction, and you can't blame him afterwards.

However, Fu Cheng had to admit that after the two fought yesterday, there was indeed no estrangement.

Fu Cheng dealt with the injuries on Song Chuan's body, two wounds on his body, a sword pierced into his left shoulder, and a sword slashed through a one-foot-long hole in his chest. The wounds look scary, but just like Jin Ling, they are all skin wounds, and there are no mountain muscles and bones. Fortunately, Zhou Xuanyi still has a serious start, if something big happens to Song Chuan, it will really not end well.

Fu Cheng thought about it again, Zhou Xuanyi's fierce fighting style yesterday, even Fu Cheng could barely parry, if Zhou Xuanyi really wanted to kill, that Song Chuan, who didn't know martial arts, really had such a great ability to dodge?

Song Chuan is the first friend he met in Fucheng when he came to Bailu City, and it has been three years, if Song Chuan really wants to harm himself, he obviously has countless opportunities to succeed.

If he wanted to harm Zhou Xuanyi, Song Chuan obviously had no interest in Zhou Xuanyi's business, and he was forced to participate from beginning to end.

Fu Cheng thought about a lot of things, and began to break his own principles and doubt his friends, but he didn't feel any suspicion from beginning to end of Zhou Xuanyi, who was lying on the bed. He subconsciously put Zhou Xuanyi into his circle and decided that Zhou Xuanyi could not harm him.

Just dawned, before the rooster crowed, Zhou Xuanyi woke up.

As Fu Cheng expected, the first thing Zhou Xuanyi did when he woke up was to subconsciously touch the self-defense weapons around him. But as soon as he made a move, he found that his right hand was swollen three times as big, and he couldn't even lift it. Not only that, but his whole body was sore, and he couldn't help but snort.

Fu Cheng leaned on the side of the bed and was half-asleep, and was woken up by Zhou Xuanyi's voice, and said, "Are you awake?"

Zhou Xuanyi pretended to be at a loss and asked, "What's wrong with my hand?" Zhou Xuanyi had already woken up, or he hadn't slept much yesterday, he could feel Fu Cheng's inquiring gaze sitting at the head of the bed, he was most afraid that Fu Cheng would suspect the whole thing, there were too many doubts and too many loopholes, and he couldn't stand up to careful thinking.

Fu Cheng also showed an embarrassed look, he coughed lightly a little embarrassed, and said, "If you want to kill Song Chuan, I will fight you." ”

"I'm going to kill Song Chuan?" Zhou Xuanyi rubbed his left wrist, thinking that Fu Cheng was a good one, and asked, "Why?"

"Where did I know why. Fu Cheng took a bottle of medicine that invigorated blood and dispelled blood stasis, and said, "Hand." ”

Zhou Xuanyi stretched out his hand very obediently. Fu Cheng's hands are very rough, and his movements are not gentle, but he kneades them very seriously. The thick eyelashes cast a shadow under Fu Cheng's eyes, he should be a bit of Hu blood, and his eyebrows and eyes are too deep, almost like a knife. The fire cloud pattern looks particularly vibrant against the backdrop of wheat skin.

Fu Cheng rubbed Zhou Xuanyi's wrist with moderate strength. After rubbing it half, I was relieved to make sure that my muscles and bones were fine, and the person who used the sword had his hands as the treasures of the housekeepers.

Fu Cheng asked, "Do you have a habit of sleepwalking?"

"Are you amnesia?" Zhou Xuanyi moved a ** body, and choked back in the next sentence, about lying, Zhou Xuanyi did not leak, and those who lived could become dead, let alone fool a Fucheng. He knew when to use what tone, and sure enough, this sentence suddenly brought the two of them closer.

Fu Cheng snorted and said, "Your mouth is not finished yet." ”

After Zhou Xuanyi got up, he sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, as if he was slowly recalling yesterday's events, he thought for a while, and said slowly, "I'll go see Song Chuan." ”

"What are you going to do, apologize?" Fu Cheng said as he put the medicine into the bottles and cans, "He sees that you can be scared to death now, you better not block him." ”

Zhou Xuanyi was silent, thinking that he really couldn't stand Song Chuan, but he didn't think of a better way for a while. Zhou Xuanyi invisibly planted a seed of suspicion for Song Chuan in Fucheng, and only in this way would Fucheng feel more at ease to put Zhou Xuanyi under his eyelids.

Sure enough, Fu Cheng looked at him for a half before he said, "You can live here in the future." ”

Zhou Xuanyi raised his head: "Huh?"

Fu Cheng smashed his mouth, he didn't like the people living in the temple, but it didn't seem appropriate to throw Zhou Xuanyi anywhere, did he still have to harm others after harming Song Chuan? Fu Cheng continued, "I'll go out and buy a bed later, so that next time you sleepwalk, I can take care of you next to me." ”

Zhou Xuanyi sighed, as if he didn't care much about this matter, and it didn't make a difference to him where he lived. Zhou Xuanyi lowered his head, his hair covered his specific expression, and in the place where Fucheng couldn't see, Zhou Xuanyi showed a triumphant smile.

What I wanted to do, I never missed.

Fu Cheng's hand is very heavy, Zhou Xuanyi's hand is swollen after half a year, but his knee still hurts, he was pierced by Liu Qingqing like he was angry, and he was beaten by Fu Cheng yesterday, this person is really ruthless, he is not soft at all, now Zhou Xuanyi doesn't have to pretend, and he is a natural cripple when he walks, no, it is more like a cripple than a cripple.

After Fucheng took care of Zhou Xuanyi, he had to go out to buy a bed, he was not used to sleeping with others, and Zhou Xuanyi seemed to want to live in the broken temple permanently, and it was good for anyone to buy a bed. Fucheng originally wanted to go out by himself, but Zhou Xuanyi had to go together, because he wanted to go out and move his legs and feet.

limped out with Fu Cheng on crutches, Fu Cheng felt that he was impatient before, and he always felt annoyed when he walked with Zhou Xuanyi as a lame man, but now he didn't even feel that the other party was slow, but was taken away together, and the two walked at the same speed as the two old men.

When Fu Cheng walked, his eyes always glanced at Zhou Xuanyi, and he looked at it for a while and said, "You are in a good mood." ”

Zhou Xuanyi suddenly straightened his face when he heard this, and he didn't know if he was a thief or something, and said, "No Sakura"

The words were still dry and emotionless, but Fu Cheng could see from Zhou Xuanyi's face that he was in a good mood. The most common expression on Zhou Xuanyi's face is that there is no expression, and in addition, it is either a sense of being ready to choke to death anytime and anywhere, or it is like a black face that asks for debts. But when he was high-minded, this face was also slightly different, the corners of his mouth were shallowly hooked, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and there was a little smile at the corners of his eyes.

The two of them stopped in front of a shop, which was usually custom-made, and there were few bed boards in the store, but they all looked like they were of good color, the wood was smooth, and there were delicate reliefs carved on it. If you can make something that everyone can do, you won't sell it. ‘

Fu Cheng walked around the store, and the patterns carved on these beds were basically dragons and phoenixes, and asked, "Why are they all marriage beds?"

The man said: "Ordinary people can do it, who will come to the store to buy it?" You see how good this mandarin duck carving is, you see how good this mandarin duck carving is, you see that this knot and the branch looks like it is alive, and my master can do it. ”

Fu Cheng said in his belly, even Lizhi was not alive in the first place. He casually asked, "What kind of wood do you like?"

Zhou Xuanyi frowned, not understanding the meaning of this sentence at all.

The guy is very clever, and he can see at a glance that Zhou Xuanyi is the one who can call the shots, and explained: "Now there are ashwagands, fish scale spruce and poplar trees left in the store, if you want golden silk nanmu and mahogany, you can do it, but you have to make it custom." ”

Zhou Xuanyi listened to the guy crackling and pouring out a bunch of unintelligible names like beans, felt a headache, and said, "Whatever." ”

Fu Cheng had no objection to this, and said, "Then take any one." ”

After hearing this, the guy smiled, and immediately sold the most expensive carved bed in the store to Fucheng, slaughtered Fucheng eight taels of silver, and personally sent Fucheng to the broken temple in Liuyin Lane.

Zhou Xuanyi was casual, but when he was lying in bed at night, he looked up and saw a huge dragon and phoenix Chengxiang, turned his head and saw a circle of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and felt that his eyes were full of ducks, and when he closed his eyes, the ducks lined up and arched into his head.

Zhou Xuanyi tossed and turned on the bed, turned over several times, got out of bed and walked to the side of Fucheng's bed, and said, "You come down." ”

Fu Cheng hadn't slept yet, a pair of eyes appeared from the quilt, looked at Zhou Xuanyi for a while to make sure he wasn't sleepwalking, and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Xuanyi: "Let's change the bed." ”

Fu Cheng: "Why?"

Zhou Xuanyi: "If you can't sleep, recognize the bed." ”

Fu Cheng thought to himself that you have only been in this broken temple for a few years, and you can still recognize the bed? Fu Cheng lifted the quilt and got out of bed, muttering: "You don't sleep in the new bed, you have to come to sleep on my coffin board." ”

When he really lay on the newly bought bed, he suddenly understood why Zhou Xuanyi was so irritable. The carving master is estimated to have used all his life's learning on this bed, as long as it is a mascot that means a hundred years of harmony. Fu Cheng thought of Zhou Xuanyi's black face, and was a little gloating. The corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a smile, and he soon fell asleep.

When Zhou Xuanyi changed to Fucheng's bed, he began to feel annoyed again. Of course, there was no problem with Fucheng's coffin board, but the pillow and quilt were full of Fucheng's smell, and he hurriedly arched into Zhou Xuanyi's nose, just like Fucheng was chattering in his ears, his eyes were closed, and his mind was full of fire cloud patterns on Fucheng's forehead. Zhou Xuanyi didn't want to be a duck this time, and was upset by Fucheng again.

Zhou Xuanyi finally understood what it meant to lift a stone and hit himself in the foot, Zhou Xuanyi sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Fucheng who was already asleep from afar.

Zhou Xuanyi wanted to see closer, he took two steps, and finally stopped two meters away from the head of Fucheng's bed, although Zhou Xuanyi wanted to take a step further, but reason told him that this was the safest distance. With Zhou Xuanyi's understanding of Fucheng, if he gets too close, Yifucheng's keen intuition will definitely find out.

Zhou Xuanyi held his breath and didn't move, staring at Fucheng in a trance. Fu Cheng fell asleep in a very different way than usual, his face was full of calm, he didn't know if Fu Cheng would dream, if he did, what would he dream of? Will he be haunted by the gloom of the past?

Fu Cheng hates others to lie to him the most, but Zhou Xuanyi has deceived him more than once, what will happen if he is discovered? Will Fu Cheng really pull out Zhou Xuanyi's tongue like him? Probably not, Fu Cheng is such a soft-hearted person, he can't do such a thing.

Zhou Xuanyi's time is running out, in the limited time, he just wants to get closer to Fucheng, and it won't be long before he will leave the broken temple in Liuyin Lane and return to the temple that belongs to him.

And Zhou Xuanyi would never have thought that his act of assassinating Song Chuan out of selfishness would invisibly save Fu Cheng's life, or let Fu Cheng's life come more and more in advance.

At the same time, Song Chuan's house, which is separated from the broken temple in Fucheng, is not very peaceful.

Song Chuan had gauze wrapped around his chest, he sat at the table, the warm red candle flame was beating, and his face was extremely cold and hard. Song Chuan said to the darkness: "I'm gone, don't come to me." ”

There was no one in the dark, only a thick black shadow cast on the ground by the furniture, the shadow was too dark, the black was abnormal, and after a while, like a magic spell, a shadow flowed out of the shadow of the furniture, the person's voice was very low, it sounded like a male voice, and said, "You are exposed?"

Song Chuan was a little bored and said, "No Sakura"

Darkness said, "Why did he kill you?"

Song Chuan was a little angry and said, "I don't know!"

Darkness said: "The Lord is very worried about you. ”

Song Chuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell him that I am safe." ”

The darkness was silent for a while, and said, "There will be a messenger coming tomorrow." Then the whole person disappeared, and he completely disappeared into the darkness of Zheng

Song Chuan clenched his fists, he followed Fucheng for three years, and for three years he played an extremely humble role, a scholar who stammered, and never made any mistakes, but the balance maintained by this heart was broken by one person, Zhou Xuanyi. Zhou Xuanyi regained a little memory, but it was all a young thing, and it had nothing to do with the present. He remembered the cruelty, he had to be smarter and more ambitious than everyone else in order to survive in the strife of the temple, one wrong step and one wrong step, and it was the most impossible thing to protect himself.

He has almost no knowledge of feelings, and in his opinion, there are only wants and diswants, and there are no likes and dislikes.

For the people around him, Zhou Xuanyi is more or less figuring out the meaning of Fucheng, he is looking at Fucheng's thoughts, making himself more humane and more vivid.

Therefore, he didn't feel any guilt about Song Chuan at all, but he still had to bring medicinal herbs and supplements to visit him. Fu Cheng went with him, I don't know if he was afraid that Zhou Xuanyi would be blasted out, or he was afraid that Song Chuan would be angry and die by Zhou Xuanyi's unforgiving mouth.

After entering, there was some surprise, there was one more person in Song Chuan's family, a person who Fucheng didn't know. The person looked ordinary, a woman in her thirties, thrown into the sea of people like a drop of water falling into the sea and melting directly. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Fucheng, and then naturally greeted Fucheng, she was Song Yan, a distant relative of Song Chuan, and she heard that he was sick and came to take care of him.

Although Fucheng had never heard of Song Chuan's distant relatives in Bailu City, at this time Fucheng felt relieved when he heard it, Fang Hai was sent to Miaojiang by Fucheng, Jin Ling Shiyou was unwilling to take care of Song Chuan, and when he was worried about this matter, being able to have someone willing to take care of Song Chuan was simply a stone that was pressed on Fucheng's heart.

What's more, Song Yan seems to be a peasant woman, her hands are covered with calluses, and at first glance, she is talking about farm work, and there is such a person by Song Chuan's side to take care of him, and Fucheng has to pray for blessings.

Song Chuan scolded as soon as he saw Zhou Xuanyi, poor Song Chuan was a scholar, he scolded over and over again, but he couldn't scold any dirty words in the end, and he was anxious for him when he saw Fu Cheng. Fu Cheng was afraid that Song Chuan would tear the wound in a hurry, so while pressing the angry Song Chuan, he gave Zhou Xuanyi a look and asked Zhou Xuanyi to leave quickly.

Song Chuan was lying on the bed and hummed, and people who didn't know thought he was seriously injured.

Song Yan hides a delicate heart, and she takes care of people much more meticulously than Fucheng. She only said hello to Fu Cheng, and then she didn't interject, and when Fu Cheng was talking to Song Chuan, she cleaned up her house alone, went into the back kitchen to decoct the medicine, and tried to reduce her existence as much as possible

Fu Cheng looked at Song Chuan like this, feeling guilty and making a fuss, and he said seriously: "I'm sorry." ”

Song Chuan raised his eyelids, didn't look at Fu Cheng, and said, "You invite that ancestor home for me." ”

Fu Cheng hurriedly said: "I have already asked you to go back, and you will live with me in the future, and you will definitely not be troubled." ”

Song Chuan snorted, and found that there was nothing to do, it was Zhou Xuanyi who injured him, not Fucheng, Song Chuan was reasonable, and he couldn't get angry at Fucheng.

Fu Cheng asked, "What happened that night?"

As soon as Song Chuan heard Fu Cheng's words, he knew that Fu Cheng didn't believe him, so he turned over a little excitedly, almost pulled the wound on his chest, and said, "I don't know!"

"Alas, don't get excited. Fu Cheng hurriedly held him down and said, "Don't hurt your heart." ”

Song Chuan's face was red with excitement for a while, there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes, he looked really wronged, Fu Cheng never dared to provoke Song Chuan, this person cried his nose at every turn, when Fu Cheng met him for the first time, he sat on the official road and cried, Fu Cheng was most afraid of others crying, so everything followed Song Chuan.

The corners of Song Chuan's eyes were a little red, and he said: "I was reading a book last night, and suddenly I heard the sound of something breaking next door, I thought something was wrong with Zhou Xuanyi, after pushing the door in, Zhou Xuanyi stood in front of a pile of broken porcelain pieces, I patted him on the shoulder, and he suddenly went crazy to come to see me." I'm going to pat him, he'll die if I pat him on the shoulder?"

"No, no, no," Fucheng comforted, "it sounds like a ghost story." ”

"Isn't it a ghost story?" Song Chuan sniffed and said, "He scared me half to death, but fortunately I ran fast." ”

When Song Chuan came here, Fu Cheng felt a little funny, Yan Shaokang once had Song Chuan's biggest advantage is that he ran fast, and when he encountered something, he disappeared with a sound of wind, Rao is Fucheng couldn't catch up with him, no matter how anxious the confrontation, Song Chuan never dragged Fu Cheng back, and he rolled as far as he could.

Song Chuan was dissatisfied: "What are you laughing at?"

"Alas, snot bubbles, snot bubbles. Fu Cheng took out a handkerchief and saw that Song Chuan was almost stable, before he said, "I think he is sleepwalking, and you have forgiven him a lot?"

"Who wants to forgive him?" Song Chuan said hatefully: "You don't want me to see him in your life." ”

"Okay, good, no see. He stuffed the medicine and tonics that Zhou Xuanyi bought in the afternoon to Song Yan, and his mother-in-law and mother gave two words of advice, and ran out of Song Chuan's dormitory courtyard, planning to wait for Song Chuan to recover from his injury.

Zhou Xuanyi looked puzzled, "He hates me so much?"

Fu Cheng glanced at the jujube tree in the courtyard, Song Chuan's blood stains on it had not yet been cleaned up, and it was a little scary at first glance, and said: "A scholar has never suffered anything in his life. But he is not a grudge, you buy him a good red silk inkstone after a few old pen houses, and coax him to school."

Zhou Xuanyi asked very seriously: "How much is the red silk inkstone?"

Fu Cheng also replied seriously: "You can buy one piece for eighty taels of average condition." ”

Zhou Xuanyi's face almost didn't collapse, with his salary as a teacher, he had to work for six or seven years to save enough for eighty taels without eating or drinking. "Benyi inkstone can't work?"

Fu Cheng said leisurely: "Ordinary inkstone people can afford it themselves. ”

Zhou Xuanyi raised his head, and suddenly felt that he was not familiar with Song Chuan, and if he was offended, he would be offended.

Fu Cheng and Zhou Xuanyi were chatting in Song Chuan's courtyard, and the courtyard gate was suddenly smashed twice: "Chuan, Chuan, are you better?"

Fucheng knows this person, and he is talking about Liu Sandao, and it is not strange to meet a swordsman in Liuyin Lane, but it is still a rare thing to meet Liu Sandao.

Fu Cheng opened a door, looked at Liu Sandao with slanted eyes, and said, "Why are you here?"

Liu Sandao had two knives hanging from his waist, a slender eggplant face, two funny mustaches on the side of his mouth, and his eyes narrowed into two thin slits when he smiled. Liu Sandao seemed to have just discovered Fucheng, his eyes widened exaggeratedly, and said, "Fucheng, this is really a coincidence." ”

Fu Cheng also smiled, "It's quite a coincidence. ”

Fu Cheng's eyes stopped at the medicinal herbs that Liu Sandao was holding in his hand, there was a sarcasm of a weasel greeting the chicken for the New Year, Liu Sandao had been thinking about Song Chuan's ass for a long time, and this was another time to offer courtesy. Fu Cheng said: "Someone is inside." ”

Liu Sandao saw Zhou Xuanyi, his mind was no longer on Song Chuan, and he looked Zhou Xuanyi up and down, "Introduction?"

Fu Cheng covered Zhou Xuanyi behind him without a trace, Fu Cheng didn't want Zhou Xuanyi to have anything to do with the people in Liuyin Lane, and said, "It's your business." ”

Liu Sandao touched his chin, touched his elbow to Fucheng, and smiled maliciously: "Fucheng, you have a golden bell in front of you, and now there is a Xianggong, your son is very blessed." ”

Jin Ling is the only young woman in Liuyin Lane, Jin Ling is good-looking, and some people coveted it when she was only twelve or thirteen years old. But Jin Ling was hiding in the ruined temple of Fucheng, and with the protection of Fucheng, no one dared to fight Jin Ling's idea.

Fu Chengpi smiled and said, "If you take the golden bell again, I will remove the knife from your crotch." ”

Fu Cheng knew what kind of goods Liu Sandao was, Liu Sandao Liu Sandao, there were only two knives hanging from his waist, and the third knife referred to the thing in the crotch of his pants.

Liu Sandao said: "I'm so angry, I won't let me touch it, and I won't let it now." Liu Sandao's words were boundless, but his body honestly took two steps back, it was too worthless to offend Fucheng for this matter.

Liu Sandao said: "I see that Song Chuan is half dead, half of his life is gone, and you, a brother, don't even care about it." ”

Sure enough, it was because of Song Chuan's matter, it was just a skin injury, and now it has been spread evil in Liuyin Lane, as if Song Chuan has stepped into the ghost gate with one leg. The more the matter spreads, the more boundless it becomes, it is rumored that Zhou Zhou, who is new to Liuyin Lane, is very evil, he is a teaching gentleman, and he took half of Song Chuan's life as soon as he came.

Fu Cheng doesn't care how unreliable the rumors are, and the discerning person thinks about it carefully and feels that there is something wrong with this, Song Chuan is a weak scholar, and any person in this willow alley can take half of Song Chuan's life, and slashing Song Chuan is a fierce god?

Liu Sandao smiled obscenely: "Fucheng, everyone is a man, the third brother admires you very much, and you can still raise a husband with such a hot temper in Liuyin Lane." ”

It seems that this Liuyin Lane has already imagined Zhou Xuanyi and Fucheng as that kind of unclear relationship, there are no young women in Liuyin Lane, and people like Liu Sandao in the swordsman are very masculine, so everyone talking about Zhou Xuanyi is at most an ambiguous attitude.

Fu Cheng is used to being cheeky, he is not afraid of shadows, and in normal times, Fu Cheng doesn't want to pay attention to him at all. But it just so happened that Fucheng and Zhou Xuanyi were in an unclear relationship, and at this time, when he heard that someone was insulting Zhou Xuanyi like this, he was a little protective of the cub, and he opened his mouth to scold: "Let your mother's ......"

"I'm a distant relative of his. ”

Zhou Xuanyi suddenly interjected, he walked out from behind Fu Cheng and looked directly at Liu Sandao, Zhou Xuanyi looked at Rao with no kindness in his eyes. Zhou Xuanyi raised his chin slightly and said, "I am his distant relative." ”

Fu Cheng thought to himself, Zhou Xuanyi's distant relatives really came with their mouths open, and eighty percent of them had just learned from Song Yan.

Liu Sandao is a swordsman, but he is disgusted by Zhou Xuanyi's high-minded appearance, Liu Sandao feels uncomfortable when he listens to Zhou Xuanyi's words, look at the tone of the words, a Xianggong, who does he really think he is? But Fu Cheng is not easy to have a seizure next to him, claiming that Fu Cheng's uncle is closely watched by Fu Cheng, Fu Cheng is reluctant to leave Zhou Xuanyi for a while, and the brothers follow him for a whole time, and there is no chance to get close to Zhou Xuanyi at all.

"Oh-" Liu Sandao stretched his throat, "Relatives." ”

Zhou Xuanyi nodded, and said expressionlessly: "I am his cousin." ”

Fu Cheng almost stumbled at the moment, cousin, what is it?

Fu Cheng finally knew what it meant to be speechless and to die endlessly.

Fu Cheng saw Zhou Xuanyi's serious beard, inexplicably a generation higher than himself, and when he came back to his senses, he understood that Zhou Xuanyi, who called him Zhou Zhou, was already dissatisfied, and he was waiting for him here.

Liu Sandao was also stunned, and came back to his senses in a half-loud voice, Hey! It turns out that this kid likes to play like this! Liu Sandao didn't say anything more, but let out a long oh.

Come on, I can't explain this at all.

Liu Sandao squeezed into Song Chuan's courtyard from between Fucheng and Zhou Xuanyi, Zhou Xuanyi knew that it was not someone like Liu Sandao who could afford to play, and he could only worry about Song Chuan's ass.

As soon as Liu Sandao left, Fu Cheng smiled and said, "Take advantage of me?"

Zhou Xuanyi looked innocent: "I'll help you explain." ”

Explain a fart, do you explain it like that? This time it's getting darker and darker. Fu Cheng now just wants to send Zhou Xuanyi, the plague Buddha, away. Fu Cheng said: "I think you are probably famous." "Fucheng knows Liu Sandao, he is a mouthful, Liu Sandao knows it, and the entire Liuyin Lane knows it.

Zhou Xuanyi said: "Being famous is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Fu Chengwang said: "It's not clear, it's a bad thing." ”