The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful - Chapter 33

The banquet was scattered in the middle of the night, Xu Xingzhi returned to the East Hall, and exchanged the banquet of alcoholic clothes on his clothes, and touched the book containing the pen and paper to the partial hall. Pick up a bean lamp oil and start copying.

However, drinking too much at night, there is no charcoal fire in the partial hall, the chill is quickly invading, and the transcript is the most devastating spirit. It doesn’t take a quarter of an hour, and Xu Xingzhi, who is rushing to the wine, feels like a thousand, cold and sleepy. It has not been used for a few times.

Soon, he fell asleep on the table.

I don’t know how long the door of the side hall was knocked: “Brother, it is me. Can I come in?”

The urge to drink, coupled with the two games of Lien Chan today, Xu Xingzhi slept very deeply, naturally will not be called the door.

The door is not finished, and the nine lights outside the door are slightly licking the lips: “Brother, take the liberty.”

He came to the door with a charcoal basin, and hooked and closed the door with his toes. The line of sight turned a few turns before he turned his eyes to the sleeping Xu Xingzhi.

Seeing this scene, the Jiuzhi lamp did not add much thought. He put down the charcoal pot, turned over Xu Xing and copied only the beginning of the scriptures, then he took the bamboo slip and put it in his arms.

There was a suffocating cot in the side hall. The nine lights lingered on the bed, the sleeves were cleaned, and a very thick bedding was taken. Before returning to the table, I respected the sleeping Xu Xingzhi. : “Senior brother, offended.”

Immediately, he protected Xu Xingzhi’s back neck with one hand and held Xu’s knee in one hand, holding him in his arms.

Xu Xingzhi slept chilly and was swayed in his sleep. He only felt warm and pressing, and he instinctively got into the arms of Jiuzhi and put his forehead into his arms.

Through the clothes, the Jiuzhi lamp can also feel the coldness of Xu Xing’s skin. I think that the brothers have become such a reason. He does not consciously put the sound to the lightest: “Brother, is it cold?”

Xu Xingzhi shook his head: “Not cold.”

It is not cold, and his hands and feet are chilling. When the Jiuzhi lamp put him on the bed and was preparing to take the quilt to cover him, Xu Xing’s body flipped, and the loose clothes rolled up slightly with his movements, and a white smear appeared in the back waist.

Obviously, it is just a place that is irrelevant. The nine branches of lights have a red-eyed ear, and they don’t open their eyes. They want to pull clothes for Xu Xingzhi.

However, his hand just swiped up and was held down by Xu Xingzhi on the spot.

He whispered ambiguously: “… don’t touch, backache.”

Accompanied by Xu Xing’s body for many years, Jiuzhi Lan knew that he had been injured in almost every part of his body, and the waist was no exception.

Today he fought two games, too laborious, and sitting for a long time, afraid that he could not stand the waist.

However, the nine lights looked at the white, but the mind could not help but get out of the way.

His throat was tense and heavier, and his face gradually turned from calm to an undercurrent of turbulence.

After a long while, he half-squatted down and put Xu Xingzhi into his arms, excited that the whole organ was burning.

The tempting white line called him forget the shape and whispered: “Brother, brother…”

Xu Xingzhi was pulled in the pain at the waist, and his voice was low: “Hey…”

The sound almost drove the nine lights, and he tightened his arms more and more, as if he was holding the long rope and jumping off the cliff, pulling back and forth between the out-of-control indulgence and the line of reason.

Soon, he pointed at the lips that spit in the wine and bite it inexperience.

Xu Xingzhi snorted. He had a pain in his sleep, but he was so tired that he couldn’t open his eyes. He had to use his instincts to push his shoulders on his shoulders: “…re-light, don’t make trouble. Brother is sleepy…”

The nine branches of lights were awakened, and they broke free from the fanatics. They wandered down from the bed and squatted on the lips filled with wine. After a long while, he hurriedly pulled the quilt for Xu Xingzhi. Stretched out of the hall.

When the front foot just came out of the temple, I still had a calm mood in the future. The nine branches of the lamp heard a cold and ironic voice on the side: “Jiuzhi Deng brother?”

When Jiuzhi Lan was in a state of anger, he turned his head and turned Meng Guguang back.

After returning to God, Meng Zhongguang began to make fun of him: “What is this about the brothers? Is blushing like this, drinking and getting drunk?”

When I mentioned the word “wine”, the nine branches of the lamp would be full of wine aroma. When the heart beat like a drum, I could still slap on the same mouth with Meng Zhongguang. I only looked at him coldly and turned away very quickly.

When he left, Meng Zhongguang immediately pushed the door into the side hall.

Xu Xingzhi was asleep, and he did not realize that Meng Zhongguang turned him over and saw his cold swollen lips when he was cold and horrible.

…the smell of that person everywhere. In the temple, in the room, the body of the brother, including the lips, was stained by the man.

Meng Chongguang is close to Xu Xing’s ear, whispering whispers, deep and horrible eyes compared with the past, it is simply two people: “… Why do you want others to touch you, brother. I am not happy, I have to be punished. you.”

Soon after, there was a scent of plants in the temple.

When Xu Xingzhi inhaled the first time, the brow was slightly locked. It seemed that the smell was not good, but the smell was everywhere. Xu Xing ended up inhaling it inevitably.

Meng Zhongguang was not in a hurry to go to bed. After the plant fragrance was used to wrap up Xu Xingzhi, he took a new bamboo slip and copied the scriptures in the moonlight.

After half an hour.

Xu Xingzhi only felt that he was fascinated by the sea and floated in a space of white space. He twirled in bed, he gasped, his neck leaned back, and his breath gasped and filled with the ultimate pain and unspeakable joy.

At the beginning, Meng Zhongguang was quite proud. While learning the handwriting of Xu Xingzhi while playing Xiaoqu, he realized that over time, he realized what it meant to be self-restraint.

… He squatted and restless, and the rhythm of the pen was broken, and even his lips were white.

After strong copying, Meng Zhongguang immediately threw back into the bed and rolled open the quilt into it.

Xu Xingzhi did not know what dreams he had, and he was being tossed and suffocated. The clothes had already made a wave, but his health was warm, and some places were even hot and scary.

Meng Chongguang took his head out of the quilt and wrapped it around the waist of Xu Xing. The layers of vines climbed up the foot of the bed, connecting Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi’s ankles. There were several thin vines along the way. Xu Xingzhi drilled into the loose leg.

Not a moment, Xu Xingzhi’s breathing suddenly increased: “Don’t… um~”

Meng Zhongguang was on the shoulder of Xu Xingzhi, his eyes were slightly stunned, his lips were smiling, and he said to himself with satisfaction: “Brother, you seduce me like this, it is really bad.”

Xu Xingzhi was sweating when he woke up on the second day. When he got up, he was very thoughtful and almost rolled down directly from the bed.

… last night was really a strange dream.

At first, Xu Xingzhi saw that he was tied to a chair, his eyes were blinded, his legs were hanged by unknown soft objects, and he struggled. There was a soft monster with many limbs on his body, teasing him. I have to make a few swears, but I can’t stop it. I gradually lose my strength and can only let him play.

Xu Xingzhi only felt that he was a book, and he was turned from the beginning to the end. The place where the fingertips went was like flirting.

The second dream is even more deviant. He went to the pond to bathe and wash it in half. The whole clear pond was turned into a book-turner, and he swallowed him in the mouth. In the darkness, his right foot cramped three times, and it was still faint. .

When Xu Xingzhi came back to God, he felt that there was a bulging bulge in the quilt. He reached out and uncovered the quilt. A pair of bare arms re-closed the quilt and grievances, as if blaming. Xu Xingzhi disturbed his sleep.

Xu Xingzhi knows who is inside, and laughs. He took a picture of the furry head hidden in the middle, refused to show his furry head, put out the clothes and socks, went out to the table, and saw a copy of the transcript. Taishang Yuanshi Tianzun said that the Northern Emperor’s Devil’s Mantra is on the top, the ink is dry, and the handwriting is basically the same as Xu Xingzhi.

He held the bamboo slip, and the smile on his lips just opened, and he heard a change from the door.

Xu Xingzhi looked up and saw that Jiuzhi Deng stood at the entrance of the temple.

He seems to have something to say, and before he uttered his voice, Xu Xingzhi raised a finger and motioned him to avoid the noise of Meng Zhongguang sleeping.

He put on his robe, stepped on his shoes, walked out the door, and concealed the door. He said, “What about me?”

In his hand, he still holds the bamboo slips that Meng Zhongguang copied.

Jiuzhi lamp is focused on clothes, and his face is tight. His hands are behind his back and his eyes are fixed on bamboo slips. The sound sounds slightly different: “Study brothers copied the scriptures last night?”

Xu Xingzhi waved his hand: “Where is this copy of me? I was sleepy last night, I slept early, but I was tired of heavy light. Last night he helped me to go to bed, take good care of it, and copied the scriptures for me, this time. Sleeping well, you and I have to whisper, don’t quarrel with him…. Small lights, you come to me early in the morning, is there anything important?”

Jiuzhi Lan has a negative hand, and the cold and cold between the eyebrows is as always: “I have a match today, and I am playing against a disciple of Qinglianggu. I want to ask the brothers to give pointers to swordsmanship.”

Xu Xingzhi quickly agreed, and took a look at his head: “Yes. You wait for me for a while on the training ground, I wash… cough, go to find you after changing clothes.”

Jiuzhi Deng decapitated and watched Xu Xingzhi return to the side hall, only to get out of the back of the bamboo slip that was copied by Xu Xingzhi last night.

At this time, the bamboo slip has been copied.

However, it seems that there is no need to send it out.

The Jiuzhi lamp put the bamboo slip back into his arms and turned away.

Xu Xingzhi folded back into the temple and just closed the door with a slap in the face. He heard an awkward enquiry from the back: “…who is the brother who was talking to?”

Xu Xingzhi was shocked, but when he went back and saw Meng Zhongguang standing barefoot on the ground, he stared at himself, and he frowned and went up to throw the unintentional child back. The bed: “If you don’t wear socks, you can go to the ground. You can really bear. Who is the frozen disease? I still don’t have to take care of you.”

Meng Zhongguang is not arrogant: “Who is the brother-in-law talking to?”

Xu Xingzhi: “The little light. He said that I want to point him to his sword.”

Meng Chongguang clung to the quilt and was quite dissatisfied: “I want my brother to give pointers.”

“You?” Xu Xingzhi almost sounded out, “You really have to give pointers, or like the last time, there will be two people without a move, and there will be no face.”

“Brothers laugh at me!”

“No, no.” Xu Xingzhi touched Meng Zhongguang’s shaved short hair and yelled at him. “The brother is hurting you.”

Meng Zhongguang was ruthlessly touched by his face, and he snorted twice, not tempered.

The gentle-haired cat was soothed, and Xu Xingzhi planned to go back and change clothes.

…especially to change the pants.

Unexpectedly, he was about to leave, Meng Zhongguang stopped him from behind, and once again he confidently put forward a request: “You must kiss one!”

Xu Xingzhi snorted: “What is wrong? I am asking you how old? I have to look higher than me…”

Meng Zhongguang did not speak, and looked up at him with a pitiful look. The gaze of the little cat and the faint black cyan under his eyes instantly reminded Xu Xingzhi’s heart.

After all, last night, this little guy was very close to serving himself, and he copied the scriptures for himself. What if he was jealous?

Thinking this way, Xu Xingzhi took a kiss on his head.

Meng Chongguang picks and chooses to spoil: “Not sweet enough!”

Xu Xingzhi blushes and pushes his palm to his head: “Don’t make a noise! ​​Put on your clothes! Always sleep, not afraid of typhoid.”

Meng Zhongguang squinted his eyes: “This way, the brothers are warmer, do you not like the brothers?”

… Xu Xingzhi fled.

For now, he will hear any words related to “holding” and feel that his legs are soft. What’s more, Meng Zhongguang said the expression of this words, half joking and half serious, actually called Xu Xingzhi’s heart is a little itch.

However, the top of the list is the important thing to do here, Xu Xingzhi is even more heart-throbing, and once he sets foot on the stage, his mind will calm down.

In this round, his opponent is Zhou Xian, and the two are also old rivals. When they meet, there is not even a lot of arrogant atmosphere, which is easy to be like a tea party.

Zhou Xian said hello: “Xu Shixiong, today is a good look.”

Xu Xingzhi also found this in the mirror when he was washing up today. He thought that the strange dream of last night was really amazing.

Is this the legendary yin and yang?

…… Xu Xuzhi thinks that he feels like the one he was picked.

Zhou Xian took a short shot from the waist, took a long gun from the back, and turned each round, holding it in his hand: “Xu Shixiong compares with me today, and only uses a folding fan?”

Xu Xingzhi will take his mind back: “Guess?”

Zhou Xian smiled and said: “I don’t know Xu brother, yesterday I secretly participated in the gambling, and I got some private Lingshi. I bet you still use the folding fan to fight.”

Xu Xingzhi’s fan, sighed: “How can I be willing to let the small string lose?”

After all, he leaned down, holding a fan, and bowing to Zhou Xian’s body: “…please.”

Zhou string guns are exquisite, the guns are like dragons, the momentum is dense, like the wind and lightning, the partiality and the woman’s delicate mind, so the transition to punctuality is also dripping.

Many people would rather get to Qu Chi than to draw the Zhou string. The reason is this: fighting with the Zhou string requires great patience and strength, otherwise it can only be alive and dragged by her.

However, Xu Xingzhi only took ten strokes and won the victory.

He didn’t have a gun at the front of Zhou Xian. After he wiped out the first wave of Zhou Xian’s offensive, he turned to the corner of the ring and shook his sleeves, and the whole body was stirred up!

Zhou Xian is good at shooting, and the level of spiritual power is not low, but she is so uncomfortable as the spiritual power of the sea. She even retreats a dozen steps and falls down the ring!

When she was about to fall to the ground, a gossip sapphire roulette came from afar and held the waist of Zhou Xian, and Xu Xingzhi flew down from the high platform, pulling the Zhouxian cuffs and sending her smoothly. Under the ground, your feet will float to the ground.

One of the rules of the ratio of the Celestial is that whoever hits the ground outside the stage will lose, so Zhou Xian has lost without suspense.

The few monarchs in the high position sensed the strength of this wave of spiritual power, and they were shocked.

The refreshing valley of Qingliang Valley praised: “While Xu Xingzhi’s actions are reckless, the first post of Fenglingshan is really worthy of him.”

Qing Jing Jun Yuan looked at Xu Xingzhi underneath, his face was not red and did not jump: “Well. And he is not reckless, young and angry.”

On the other side, Danyang Feng Ming Zhaojun also said: “This style of children, it reminds me of the quiet of the year.”

Qing Jingjun did not praise at all: “It is better than me.”

When the princes praised Xu Xingzhi to Qing Jingjun, Guangfu Jun frowned, and it was difficult to hide the color of worry.

After sending the Zhouxian landing, Xu Xingzhi let go of his hand and smiled: “Small string, inheritance.”

At first, Zhou Xian was surprised by the spiritual power in Xu Xingzhi’s body. However, when she thought about it, she was relieved.

On the right path, Xianmen, only through careful cultivation, will there be such a result. Xu Xingzhi can go from a small town to the point of today, and he can only rely on himself.

The author has something to say: Zhou string shallow smile: “Xu brother, I am not as good as people.”

“I don’t want to delay for too long.” Xu Xingzhi said, “I have a hunch, I will be on the next round. The fight is too long, it is not good for me. The small string should blame me, huh?”

Zhou Xian naturally thought that this was the ridiculous language of Xu Xing’s victory after her, and did not go to the heart.

When Xu Xingzhi figured out the bamboo stick with the word “曲驰” from the signing, it was not only the Zhou string, but all the disciples who participated in the list of the list were boiling.