Chapter 853 Jianghu (51)

Luo Xi stared at the black coffin, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she seemed to smile twice. Grievance gradually flashed in her eyes, and finally turned into a trace of cruelty.

She stood up, picked up the hem of her plain white skirt, and bumped towards the coffin, sounding a voice filled with despair.

"Brother Liu, Xi'er is here to accompany you..."

He hit his forehead hard on it.

Blood flowed down.

Sacrifice for love.

Although Luo Xi was pampered, she was really infatuated with Liu Feng. Now that Liu Feng was dead, she went with him without hesitation. That moment just now left no room for anything.

Luo Xi went there with the determination to force her to death.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Meng Piaopiao swayed and almost fell down.

The mourning hall was in chaos.

…

If Qi Chen knew that Meng Piaopiao wanted to deal with him, he probably wouldn't take it to heart at all.

Over the years, he has had countless enemies. Who can really kill him? He is invulnerable to all poisons, and his martial arts are so superb that ordinary weapons cannot harm him at all.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Qi Chen had not been captured without hesitation, no one in the world would have been able to capture him.

…

There was chaos on Liu Feng's side, but it was a different situation on Fu Yue's side.

Inside the inn room.

Ji Qinglin held a thin object in his hand. After chasing Fu Yue for two rounds, he stopped with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Come here, trust me."

Fu Yue hid back and shook his head: "No."

The man didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he bought a box of Luozidai and brought it over, saying he wanted to draw her eyebrows.

Fu Yue: "..."

At that time she almost thought she had heard wrongly.

Ji Qinglin ducked in front of Fu Yue, clasped her wrist with one hand, pressed forward, and rubbed the side of Fu Yue's face with his straight nose, which made her look a little soft.

"Youyou, promise me..."

Act like a spoiled child, act like a spoiled child.

Ever since Fu Yue acquiesced to the so-called fiancée Ji Qinglin mentioned that day, this person seemed to have opened up the six channels of Ren Du and started flirting with Fu Yue from time to time.

Fu Yue tried to persuade Ji Qinglin, but sighed helplessly: "What's so fun about Huamei? Be good, let's go practice swordplay."

The swordsman in red raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on his beautiful and delicate face, and his thin lips opened.

"Sword practice? How can I compare with sword practice? I have the pleasure of painting eyebrows for my wife's boudoir."

Ji Qinglin's voice is full of youthfulness, but it is slightly lowered at this time, making it even more seductive.

His temperament is so pure that even if he frivolously calls her "wife", it doesn't make people feel rash and reckless. Instead, it makes people blush and heartbeat.

Fu Yue: "...Mother, madam?"

The swordsman in red smiled with his eyebrows crescent, and there were stars in his eyes.

"You're going to be my wife sooner or later anyway, so what if I called you two days in advance?"

Fu Yue: "...Don't scream."

Ji Qinglin: "Madam, madam, madam, madam -"

In the end, the eyebrows were not painted.

The swordsman in red put the eyebrow pencil in his hand on the table, hugged the beloved girl in front of him, pushed her down, clasped the back of her head with his long fingers, lowered his head and kissed her.

Deeply affectionate.

…

"Madam, if one day you find out that I lied to you, will you be angry?"

Wait until the love is strong.

The red-clothed swordsman leaned against Fu Yue's ear and asked in a low voice, his tone a bit cautious and imperceptibly testing.