Chapter 77 What's wrong with your neck?

Qi Yue smiled again and said, "A Luo, remember what you said."

"Otherwise, if I find out that you've touched another woman one day, I won't want you anymore."

Although she said it with a smile, Ti'aluo could tell that she was not joking.

"That day will never come."

After saying that, Qi Yue bent down and kissed him, but this time, it was not just a quick kiss like before.

As their breaths intertwined, their clothes rustled and fell, and their overlapping figures were gradually imprinted with the flickering firelight...

After Yi Bai fought with the black shadow, he found that this person's martial arts skills were comparable to his, but this person was holding back.

It seemed as if he didn't dare to use his full strength on him.

After Yi Bai hit the man with his palm, his sleeve was torn and a small scar was left on his arm.

Then the man threw a smoke bomb and rescued Yishe.

When the smoke cleared, Yi Bai walked to the door and found that the two-month shadow guard had been knocked unconscious...

Yishe also had a hidden house in Suyang City, and the man in black took him back to the house.

As soon as he entered the room, he shook off the support of the man in black and sat down on the couch.

The man in black hurriedly brought food and tea, and Yishe regained some strength after eating.

Then he picked up the teacup and smashed it hard at the black man's feet.

The eyes under the mask moved slightly, and then he knelt down quickly.

Even when he knelt on the broken pieces of the teacup, he didn't utter a word.

The man in black is called Wuming, an orphan who was picked up by Yishe eight years ago.

Yishe looked at him with a gloomy face, and after only three seconds, he kicked the man hard.

Half of the mask on Wuming's face fell off, revealing a face that was 80% similar to Yibai's.

But the face was still very childish, as if he was still seventeen or eighteen years old.

A fishy-sweet taste surged in Wuming's throat, and even a little blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he still suppressed it.

The palm strike he just received had 70% of its power. If Yi Bai had not yet fully recovered, he would have been killed on the spot.

Yishe's charming face was filled with anger at the moment: "Who allowed you to attack him? You even dared to cut his arm!"

Wuming pressed the corner of his mouth, knelt down again with an expressionless face, and said with his head down: "Master, I was wrong."

Yishe sat back on the couch, coughed violently twice, and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Wuming looked up, then knelt down and crawled under the couch swiftly, took out the porcelain bottle containing the detoxification pill and presented it to him.

"Master, detoxification pills."

Yishe stared at him for a while with his gloomy eyes, then took a deep breath, took the porcelain bottle, opened the bottle cap, poured out the pills and swallowed them.

Seeing this, Wuming immediately crawled to the table and poured more water into his hands.

Yishe finished drinking the water, threw the cup back into his hands, closed his eyes and began to practice qigong to heal his wounds.

He said coldly: "Get out."

Wuming climbed up, leaving a bloodstain where he had kneeled. He limped and lowered his head, ready to leave.

Yishe opened his eyes and said, "Go and search Suyang City inside and out. Even if we have to dig deep into the ground, we must bring that princess of the Great Yi Dynasty back to me!"

"There is a picture of that woman in the box by the window."

"Yes, Master."

Wuming walked over, opened the box, took out the portrait, then limped out of the room.

After closing the door quietly, he finally couldn't hold it back anymore and coughed up blood while covering his mouth.

From beginning to end, there was no change on his face, as if he was a soulless puppet.

He took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and swallowed it whole, then turned around and limped back to his room.

Wuming hastily treated his knee injury and then opened the painting.

The person in the painting: awl face, big round eyes, small nose, pouty mouth...

Wuming's mouth twitched.

When did the master become interested in this type of thing?

Qi Yue was speechless. It was almost the last step, but this man regained his senses and wrapped her up with clothes.

He tied her up tightly with his sleeves and ran away grabbing his clothes.

Just wait, this stinky black charcoal, I won’t let him get on the bed even if he wants to!

She is really mad!

Qi Yue was tied up and fell on the straw pile like a caterpillar, staring at the pile of firewood in front of him with despair.

After a while, I felt a little sleepy.

When Ti A Lao finished soaking in the cold water again and calmed down and returned to the cave, Qi Yue had already fallen asleep.

He squatted down and gently helped her undress. Her fair and delicate body seemed to glow in the firelight.

Ti'aluo closed her eyes, tried to calm her breathing, and then quickly helped her put on her clothes.

He extinguished the fire, carried the man in his arms, walked out of the cave, and slowly walked down the mountain.

When they reached the river, they ran into Tiayun who was looking for them.

"Brother, where have you been? Ah Man...?"

Ti A Luo interrupted him, "Shh, keep your voice down, she's asleep."

"Oh..." Ti Ayun lowered her voice, "Brother, what are you and A Man doing in the mountains so late at night?"

Facing his brother's questioning, Ti A Luo felt a little guilty, "I forgot to set the trap in the afternoon, so I went up the mountain again..."

Ti Ayun: "Is that so... Did Ah Man fall asleep while waiting for you?"

Tiara responded sullenly, not daring to look him in the eye.

When Ti Ayun saw that he hadn't brought back any fish, she thought he was too busy to remember.

Remind, "Ah Man said she wants to drink fish soup. Brother, do you want to make a fish cage and go down to the river so that I can carry Ah Man home."

Tiara dodged his outstretched hand and said with a somewhat unhappy look: "No need, I can get up early tomorrow morning and fish in the river."

Tiayun withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly. He scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Why does it feel like his brother is inexplicably angry?

Seeing that Ti A Luo kept walking and soon left him behind, he quickly trotted to catch up with her.

When I got home, the dinner I had prepared was almost cold.

Ti Ayun lit the oil lamp and brought the food down again, "Brother, I'll go reheat the rice."

"Okay." Ti A Luo put Qi Yue on the earthen bed and pulled a thin quilt to cover her.

After a while, the food was reheated and Ti A Lao also went to the kitchen to bring the food to the table in the inner room.

Qi Yue smelled the fragrance of food in a daze and slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

She muttered, "He Xiang, I'm hungry..."

Ti A Luo didn't hear her words clearly: "What did you say?"

Ti A Luo came into the room with chopsticks, and seeing Qi Yue waking up, she smiled and said, "A Man, it's time to eat."

Qi Yue rubbed his eyes and became much more awake.

I almost forgot that this is still in the thatched cottage of the Ti brothers in the small mountain village.

She stood up, stretched, rubbed her neck, then got off the couch and walked to the table and sat down.

Just now, she had been held in Ti'aluo's arms, with the left side of her neck blocked inside.

Now Tiayun was sitting on her left side, and under the light of the oil lamp, there was an obvious red mark there.

Ti Ayun blinked, pointed at that spot and asked, "Aman, what's wrong with your neck?"