Chapter 169 Little Taoist, please let me go 6

"Host, there's been drug in the tea."

Jiang Zhi nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Hey, why are you..."

Before Xiaobai could dissuade him, Jiang Zhi had already raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp.

Xiaobai looked at Jiang Zhi with a strange look in his eyes, which clearly showed the word "fool".

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Zhi wiped the water stains from the corners of his lips and met Xiaobai's eyes.

Xiaobai stretched out his little wings and touched Jiang Zhi's forehead. "Let me see if you have a fever."

.....

Jiang Zhi brushed away Xiao Bai's dirty hands, hid a sharp dagger in the heel of her shoe, and her beautiful eyes were fierce.

"There's definitely something wrong with this waiter."

Hearing this, Xiaobai was even more puzzled.

"Then why did you drink this drugged tea? Are you trying to pull off a self-torture trick for the villain? You don't have to actually drink it."

"If I don't drink, Youchen will definitely see through my disguise at a glance."

Xiaobai nodded softly, not knowing whether he understood or not.

"If there's any emergency, wake me up."

"Okay."

Jiang Zhi sighed helplessly and hid it in his mind.

The efficacy of the medicine gradually increases.

Jiang Zhiqiang leaned on the table, took off the wooden hairpin on his head and threw it into the corner of the window sill. Finally, his eyes went black and he fainted.

The waiter who had been squatting outside the door heard the noise, gently opened the door, caught a glimpse of the figure on the ground, and chuckled twice.

"My dear, please don't blame me."

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Hiss, my head feels so swollen!

Jiang Zhi opened his eyes with difficulty. Above his head was a piece of soft silk with a prosperous golden flow, interwoven in the center, forming a huge lantern.

It was so extravagant and tacky that she almost thought she was sold to a brothel.

His body was weak, and his fingertips had no strength. Jiang Zhi tried to turn over, but he was already exhausted and panting, his voice was hoarse and difficult.

"Where am I?"

"Host, you are now Mr. Yang's concubine..."

There was a hint of gloating in Xiaobai's voice, and his little eyes rolled around.

Jiang Zhi almost laughed out of anger, his fingertips trembling as he pointed at Xiaobai

"I'll give you a chance to reframe your words."

"The waiter sold you to Mr. Yang, and now it's your wedding night."

"The wedding night? Mr. Yang seems to attach great importance to the sense of ceremony."

Xiaobai said quietly, "You really grasp the key points..."

Outside the window with the wedding couplets pasted on it, as night fell, the sounds of toasts and teasing could be faintly heard.

Mr. Yang decorated his house so magnificently that he was reluctant to even put out a plate of cakes.

Jiang Zhi was so hungry that her eyes turned black. When she sat down next to the bronze mirror, she found that her makeup was brighter.

It is estimated that Mr. Yang specially asked a maid to help her touch up her makeup for the sake of experience.

Her narrow and long peach blossom eyes are like waves, with a faint red at the corners of her eyes, a delicate and upturned nose, skin like cream, and lips with deep color. She is naturally charming and can arouse people's hearts with just a glance.

The delicate collarbone is daubed with light powder, the color is permeated, the soft silk wraps around the slender body, and the bright red color looks very noble.

It seems that Mr. Yang has invested a lot of money...

There was a knock on the door, and the sounds of the guests toasting and teasing became louder and louder.

The auspicious time has arrived..

Jiang Zhi closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. As the door opened slightly, a blurry black shadow appeared in front of him.

A strong smell of alcohol rushed into Jiang Zhi's nose, and he frowned unconsciously.

"Stop pretending."

A clear and deep voice came to my ears, like a stream in early spring, with a warm tone.

Jiang Zhi's disguise was exposed, and he stopped pretending. His knuckles moved to his ankles, and his expression changed instantly.

The knife...is gone.

The man laughed to himself, the sound that emanated from his chest refreshingly clear.

"Very vigilant."

Jiang Zhi opened his eyes, with a look of disbelief in them.

This Mr. Yang was not the pot-bellied, wretched man she had imagined.

Her facial features are delicate and gentle, and her temperament is as gentle as a spring breeze, making people calm down unconsciously.

Glancing at Jiang Zhi's movements while searching her body, the man strolled over to the table and leaned over to pour two cups of tea.

"Don't look for me anymore. Come over here and have a cup of hot tea. The effect of the medicine has just worn off, and you'll feel uncomfortable on an empty stomach."

After sensing that there was no drug in the hot tea, Jiang Zhi did not resist and sat down in front of the man.

The man had a faint smile on his face. He moved his fingers slightly, handed over a cup of tea, and spoke softly.

"My name is Yang Jingcheng, what's your name?"

"Jiang Zhi."

Jiang Zhi took a sip of hot tea, and the pain in his stomach caused by hunger was indeed much better.

Yang Jingcheng nodded and smiled without saying anything.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

Yang Jingcheng's half-smile made Jiang Zhi's scalp tingle.

She was sure that this person was not a good person.

"Don't be nervous, young lady. Yang means no harm."

Jiang Zhi laughed silently and didn't believe his nonsense.

Yang Jingcheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Everyone loves beauty. The girl is so stunning, it's normal for Yang to be attracted to her."

"So you want to marry me?"

"Yes."

Yang Jingcheng answered firmly, without any intention of denying it.

Jiang Zhi sneered, but before he could answer, the door was kicked open.

Youchen stood outside the door, his tied hair slightly messy, his back tense, his fingers tightly gripping a wooden hairpin, his ink-black eyes filled with an aura that wanted to destroy the world.

"You... Youchen."

Jiang Zhi recited softly, her beautiful eyes hiding a hint of tears and lingering fear, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her voice trembling slightly, as if she had found a home, which was heartbreaking.

Yang Jingcheng turned around in surprise, his mouth wide open in disbelief.

Did he do anything?

I guess not yet...

Hearing the soft and tearful female voice, Youchen's dark pupils suddenly shrank, his face became cold and emotionless, and the aura around him was powerful and captivating, which made people frightened.

This anger came inexplicably, as if it was the instinct of this body.

Youchen didn't know that this was actually the instinct of the heart.

The anger that gathered in his body formed a pitch-black lock, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in Youchen's eyes.

The black lock flew out like a long sword and pierced Yang Jingcheng's shoulder blade.

Yang Jingcheng cried out in pain, blood staining half of his clothes red, and his eyes were full of fear as he looked at Youchen.

He recognized that the person in front of him was the notorious Taoist priest - Youchen.

When the magic chain is cast, blood will be shed.

Countless lives have died at his hands!

Yang Jingcheng knew that he was in big trouble...

Youchen approached slowly, and the heavy footsteps seemed to step on his heart, causing his body to tremble.

"Don't kill me, I didn't touch her!"

Youchen glanced at him lightly, his eyes cold. The beast suppressed in his heart seemed to be about to break out of his body, and the murderous energy surged up, swallowing up his reason.

At this moment, I really want to kill someone!

Just when the black lock was about to pierce Yang Jingcheng's heart, Youchen was stunned by the soft touch from behind, and the tips of his ears began to turn red strangely.