Chapter 297 Daring Not to Solve

She nestled in Hua Buxiu's elbow and whispered sweet nothings to him for a long while.

With a flick of her finger, a sound rang out, and the beautiful woman's light laughter, full of joy, echoed one after another.

Not far away, two men pursed their lips tighter and tighter, their facial features growing colder and harder, and a low-pressure aura emanated from them.

Sensing two menacing auras, like a storm brewing and ready to erupt at any moment, Jiang Xianwan could no longer withstand it.

Feeling guilty, he secretly pinched the muscles on the beautiful woman's waist with two fingers.

The unspoken demand: Apologize quickly.

Hua Buxiu feigned grievance and blinked, then laughed until his eyelashes fluttered. He brushed his lips against hers before lazily lifting his eyelids slightly.

"Feel sorry."

"My hand slipped."

Di Yin: "..."

Yun Weize: "..."

Does he want to listen to what he's saying?

Accidental slip of the hand?

That guy must have never aimed that accurately before, right?

Each icy needle pointed directly at their vital organs and hearts.

He just brushed it off with a simple "it was a slip of the hand"?

Fengyi, how shameless!

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Such an arrogant apology is bound to disrupt family harmony, isn't it?

She'll be the one comforting me later anyway.

Jiang Xianwan pinched him again, and with a light kick from her fair foot, she hit him right in a vital spot, sending him swimming towards Di Yin and Yun Weize.

Hua Buxiu wasn't annoyed at being kicked; instead, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled with pleasure.

The slender fingers gripped the ankle that was about to slip away, gave it a tug, and flicked the bell.

A powerful chest and abdomen covered her back, one arm encircled her waist, and the other arm swept across her.

They approached the two men who were silently clutching their wine jugs.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Di Yin: "..."

Yun Weize: "..."

Why aren't you saying anything?

Oh.

What are you saying?

Are you grateful that he almost killed them both?

Or should we thank him for sparing their lives?

Don't think they can't see his filthy desire to have Wanwan all to himself!

Even Di Yin felt that Feng Yi was a person who was hard to describe, and he kept a cold face and refused to talk to him.

Yun Weize almost burst out laughing.

It's purely out of anger.

Now you've remembered they're brothers?

Why aren't they saying anything now?

That word "get lost" was so scathing it made them want to vomit.

Yun Weize subtly pressed his tongue against his cheek, his face darkening. He only let out a low, cold laugh and showed no intention of paying any attention to him.

He had been unable to sleep because Jiang Xianwan had gone to see the fox, and before dawn, he came here to drink some wine to vent his frustration. Later, he waited for Di Yin to come and calm him down.

Not only was he almost killed by Fengyi, but he also watched helplessly as Jiang Xianwan and he... and he even kept his promise for three days.

Did he deliberately put this thing on Jiang Xianwan's foot to make it look like it was his own?

No one else can touch it?

What did he say?

He's said to be so angry he could kill his own brother!

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Look at the question you asked.

Why do you think they're not saying anything?

Jiang Xianwan promptly kicked him again, and the latter touched her foot, his eyelashes fluttering with laughter. Following the force of the kick, he leaned against the rock wall, wobbling slightly.

Jiang Xianwan's first target was... Di Yin, whose lips curled into a slightly aggrieved smile.

Because... Emperor Yin is the easiest to coax.

She gathered her clothes together and climbed onto his lap.

As expected, Di Yin subconsciously reached out and gently pinched her waist, then hugged her to his knees.

The slight, aggrieved smile on her lips immediately faded.

Jiang Xianwan's mind raced. He remained outwardly calm, but secretly, as if adjusting his posture, he casually shifted his position slightly.

It's pressing down on their lifeline.

Unsurprisingly, the Northern Emperor, who was secretly jealous and somewhat angry, blushed instantly.

He held her helplessly... Then, he bit his tongue, barely swallowed his breath, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Wanwan..."

With that soft sound, Jiang Xianwan knew that one of them was temporarily dealt with.

He immediately stuck out a bit of his head and opened his lips towards Yun Weize, whose eyes were dark and unpredictable and who was staring straight at him.

Yun Weize's breathing became disordered, and Ning Shuang, with a cold expression, still fed the wine to her lips despite her obedient appearance.

only.

Seeing those lips, seemingly imbued with peach blossom juice, half-formed and half-formed, tugging at the rim of the teapot's spout, my gaze was instantly captivated, unable to look away.

The tip of her tongue, glistening with moisture, inadvertently curled his fingertips resting on the bottle's rim.

It wasn't a simple lick, but rather a slow, delicate application, accompanied by an extremely subtle yet piercing itch and shiver that went straight to the spine.

Yun Weize narrowed his eyes slightly, a dark and ambiguous color surging in his eyes.

As the tip of the tongue retracted, the fingertips involuntarily sought out a hint of spring hidden behind the pearly teeth.

Jiang Xianwan parted her lips slightly, met those increasingly deep eyes, blinked innocently, and then slowly smiled.

The indistinct voice was like a hook that made one's desire grow wildly.

"I want more... to drink."

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Listening to Yun Weize's sudden, rapid breathing.

It has to be said.

Her wayward disciple had a whole repertoire of tricks to deceive people.

Thinking of how he was being played like a dog by his wicked disciple, and how he couldn't help but say that he wanted to be the wicked disciple's dog, Hua Buxiu could only accept it willingly... eagerly becoming the wicked disciple's dog.

Yun Weize's eyes were almost black with a thick, heavy, and substantial weight.

He tightly gripped the tongue that was wrapped around his fingertips, and with the wine, he rolled it up.

He slowly withdrew his hand and turned to catch her feet, which were hidden underwater and were as white as porcelain, and gently played with them in his palm.

His drooping eyelashes made his eyes appear even darker, carrying an immense weight.

Jiang Xianwan knew that this matter was not over.

Di Yin would keep quiet, but Yun Weize was jealous and calculating.

Sure enough, his attention was already focused on the blazing lock rings and bells.

Hua Buxiu and Di Yin's gazes naturally followed suit.

Her ankles were delicate, with clear bone lines, forming a snow-white arc.

However, it was encircled by a ring with bells hanging from it. The ring and bells were made so finely and delicately that they clung tightly to the skin, as if they had been there naturally.

A ray of light swept across, and suddenly an even more dazzling brilliance flowed out, flowing and burning along a graceful arc, like a stream of fire that had been restrained and imprisoned on her skin, which was as white as snow.

As it moved, the faint light flickered, silently leaping and licking, burning one's eyes.

Realizing what his good younger brother was planning, Hua Buxiu slightly curled one corner of his lips and tilted his head to take a closer look.

Seeing Yun Weize's expressionless face as he flicked the bell with his fingertip, Jiang Xianwan's skin tensed up, and she didn't dare to breathe, her ankles unconsciously twitching.

The next moment.

A crisp sound.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes with different emotions, a small black bell appeared on the lock ring.

The bell was an extremely deep, inky black, blooming silently, yet carrying an almost arrogant and eerie quality, like a wisp of soul flower winding its way out of the deep black earth.

It's more like a wisp of spirit borrowed from the other side of the River Styx, condensed into this rebellious and chilling posture.

It's unsettlingly beautiful.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

She's not blind, of course.

This bell-shaped flower bloomed when Yun Weize was moved by love.

No!

She thought Yun Weize wanted to remove the lock ring, but it turned out he had just added another one of her little bells.

I had originally planned to coax the beautiful woman to help her get rid of the problem in a few days.

Now, the two bells are locked in a fierce struggle; how can we untie them?

Does she dare to solve it?