Chapter 342 What are you doing!
Hugging Bailian's cold body, even though he had no heartbeat or breathing, Li Jiujiu's soul was truly back.
When the soul came back, it was natural that I began to feel scared.
Especially when he met Su Jing's slightly weird look, Li Jiujiu was most afraid of this woman. Chills stood up all over his body, like a mouse seeing a cat. His back suddenly tensed, and he felt that all the bones in his body were about to be crushed. So scared.
Su Jing cast a huge shadow on her.
Li Jiujiu was so cowardly that he was so frightened that he burst into tears. While sobbing, he hugged Bailian tightly.
Both legs were wrapped around his waist, and he cried heartbreakingly, howled so hard that he was out of breath, and said the most loyal words in the most cowardly manner.
"I don't know where you are going to throw him again! You bad woman! I won't let go today! He is my man, you only need to bully him once! I can't beat you ! Throw us out together if you can!"
The words were sonorous and unwavering.
It’s just that she looks like a weasel hugging a big fat chicken in a rural field. No matter how you look at it, you find it funny.
Meng Zifei laughed dryly: "Brother Si Chen... you are really blessed."
Fang Geyu was speechless and held her forehead. She walked over with her sword in hand and stood three feet away from the river bank, looking up at her little head. Face pointed at Li Jiujiu and then at Bailian.
She smiled and said: "We are on the same journey, and now these two idiots have boarded your pirate ship. There is only one Miss Daben, why don't you give me a ride?"
< br>Su Jing lowered his eyes and glanced at the mottled blood between her calves. He didn't say anything, and wordlessly stretched out a hand towards her, as if he knew that she had an injury on her leg and it was difficult to get on the boat, so she actually offered him a hand. ?
Su Jing's temperament is colder and more withdrawn than the snow stone on Tianshan Mountain, but he has never shown kindness to others like this.
Immediately, Fang Geyu looked strangely surprised. If it had been anyone else, he would have been flattered.
But who is Miss Fang? She raised her little eyebrows and put her hand in her palm rudely, not forgetting to say:
"You can hold me steady. My legs are hurting so much. My body is delicate and expensive, and no one can afford it if it breaks."
Typical beating of a snake with a stick.
I wonder if it was Fang Geyu's illusion, but the moment she cried out in pain... Su Jing's cold fingers seemed to tremble slightly, and her movements became subtly gentle.
Fang Geyu was secretly surprised.
Could it be that the world has some misunderstanding about Bingtuozi? In fact, she has a gentle side that is unknown to everyone?
It’s ridiculous, she’s not the one who saved her.
Has her gentleness gone to the wrong person?
While thinking in a trance, Fang Geyu stepped up with one leg and half of his body. Before he could exert any force to board the ship, his waist was suddenly wrapped around by a slender and slender arm.
She exclaimed with a frightened expression. Looking at the beautiful jade face so close at hand, she was actually taken into her arms and held securely like a princess.
The person holding her was not someone else, but Su Jing, the Iceberg Fairy who was famous for staying away from strangers and staying away from ghosts and gods.
After sixteen years of living, Fang Geyu was hugged by a woman for the first time, still in such an intimate manner.
Damn it!
Fang Geyu held Su Jing's beautiful neck stiffly with both hands, feeling a little awkward: "Hey, if you give me a hand, I'll give you a hand. What do you mean by hugging me directly?"< br>
Not to mention that Li Jiujiu, who was hugging Bai Lian, was dumbfounded.
Even the people watching the theater on the shore had their mouths wide open and their jaws about to fall to the ground in shock.
"This...this..." Meng Zifei, who was always good at talking, could not say a complete sentence.
Taixuanzong Su Jing, Qinglian was a high-ranking, upright, self-restrained person who was not close to men. He was famous all over the world for being a solitary person, and it was extremely difficult for him to get close to people.
She has been practicing Taoism for more than two hundred years. In addition to the gossipy stories in her youth, she always hides her face with a mask. She wears white clothes and is a solitary person. I have never seen her so close that she can accommodate others. Isn't it possible that the sun is coming out of the ground today?
What did they see?
I actually saw this young sect master protecting the arrogant, unpleasant and domineering little princess of Shifang City like a treasure...
Su Jing ignored everyone's gazes and just glanced down at Fang Geyu, who was struggling in her arms. His black and white eyes revealed a bit of helplessness that was hard to read.
She reached out and pinched Fang Geyu's sharp chin to prevent her face from rubbing against her chest.
The naturally cold voice did not have any offensive meaning at this moment, but was a little gentle: "Don't move."
The strength of her fingertips was so light that a three-year-old child could easily break away.
But when Fang Geyu felt the delicate and cold touch on his chin, his always confident and proud little face suddenly turned red, with a mix of shyness and fear.
She had never been teased so frivolously by that woman.
She also knew for the first time that Su Jing, without a mask or a sword, could be so terrifying.
Fang Geyu was like a frozen quail, huddled in her arms with hunched shoulders and bowed head, not forgetting to maintain the momentum of the eldest lady, and said sternly: "I...I have a good face." People are not interested in... women.”
At the critical moment, she was so scared that she even moved out.
This is really not a glorious thing.
Su Jing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, the light waves in her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Li Jiujiu exclaimed, shocked: "What?! Geyu actually secretly raised his face behind my back?!"
The eldest lady from a wealthy family has finally fallen.
Li Jiujiu was so frightened that she hugged Bai Lian tightly in her arms. She secretly despised the soft-hearted man in her heart.
Only a man who has no future will show his face to a woman.
How is it like her Xiao An, who is handsome and powerful, and never depends on his face to make a living.
On the river bank, the bloody-clothed female ghost holding a pipa plucked the strings with her fingers, jumped to the bow of the boat, and began to play gently.
The painting boat parked on the river bank moved without any wind. Under the soothing sound of pipa strings, it actually took advantage of the wind to cross the water and headed towards the other bank.
Compared with Yougui Lang's simple awning boat, the speed of this boat was countless times faster. The breeze on the bow was smooth and the water was blowing on his face.
Not long after, it had already surpassed Yuguilang's boat.
The Ghost Boat of Huangquan is originally a thing of Huangquan Wangchuan. It is natural to ride the wind and waves.
Watching the painted boat gradually moving away, Lin Jue said with emotion: "This is really a dragon crossing the river, each showing its magical powers."
Meng Zifei didn't know when he raised his head again and looked deeply at Xiao Wangchuan. He smiled with an indistinguishable expression and was about to speak when a wave of jackdaws fluttered their wings from the horizon.
The old crow screamed, and the black crow, with its tail dragging a wisp of crimson feathers, landed on the river monument and looked around at everyone indifferently.
Meng Zifei's expression finally changed a little unnaturally. He stiffened slightly, turned around, and looked towards the sparse woods thoughtfully.
(End of this chapter)