Chapter 23 23 Why not kill those two filthy bastards tonight...
Fu Tingyun used his spiritual sense to detect the location of the two people without much effort.
Because they used magic to change their appearance and conceal their spiritual power, although they could hide in the crowd and not be discovered by ordinary people, when Fu Tingyun scanned them with his spiritual sense, they were as conspicuous as two cockroaches in a pot of rice.
The two of them first went to the busiest restaurant in the city for dinner, then carefully entered a private house, even going so far as to split into two routes, and finally slipped into the courtyard one after the other.
Fu Tingyun stared at them all night, and the way the two of them flirted and exchanged glances from time to time made him uncomfortable.
After patiently waiting until they finally returned to the nest, Fu Tingyun thought they were going to start planning their evil plan, but the one who came in later had just taken off the veil when he was pushed against the door panel by the one who came in first with a "bang".
Their eyes met, and sparks almost flew between them.
Fu Tingyun was not sure whether they were going to fight.
"Song Jinshu, you still have feelings for her, right?" The seductive male cultivator from Fengyue Sect grabbed the adulterer by the collar and accused him angrily.
"Afeng, why do you miss me so much?" The pretty boy named Song Jinshu frowned, seeming to be in great pain.
"Even today, you still don't understand my feelings? Do you really have to let me cut it open for you to see?" As he spoke, he condensed the energy in his right hand into water, which turned into an ice cone and pressed it against his heart.
Fu Tingyun had a blank expression on his face. He wanted the operation to be done quickly, which would save him a lot of energy.
"Then why did you look like that when you saw her on the street today?"
"Song Jinshu!" the male cultivator screamed and grabbed his wrist. "What are you doing?"
Song Jinshu's eyes were red: "Since you suspect I have two hearts, then I will cut it open and show you!"
As he spoke, he exerted force on his wrist, and the ice pick pressed against his chest again, piercing the fabric and skin, and a little blood seeped out.
Male cultivator: "Song Jinshu! You might as well just kill me!"
The two men began to wrestle, their hands weak and evenly matched, the ice spikes swinging back and forth.
The ice will melt if you don’t cut it soon, Fu Tingyun thought.
Finally, the male cultivator struggled and the ice spike scratched his neck.
Song Jinshu screamed, his grip loosened, and the ice pick fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
Fu Tingyun felt a little regretful, as it seemed that she would not have to undergo a cesarean section.
It’s a pity that spiritual consciousness cannot kill people, otherwise he would have helped Mr. Song long ago.
"Let me see the wound..." Song Jinshu leaned forward.
"You don't need to look!" The male cultivator slapped him in the face.
Song Jinshu's face darkened, and he grabbed the man's collar and pressed him against the door, then slapped him in the face without giving in.
The two began to slap each other.
As they were fanning, they somehow stuck together again.
The ups and downs and twists and turns made even the knowledgeable Fu Tingyun a little confused.
Fu Tingyun had no choice but to wait until they finished kissing before getting down to business.
Who would have thought that the four lips seemed to be glued together, inseparable and making clicking sounds. After finally separating for a moment and taking a breath, they glued together again.
Fu Tingyun pinched his eyebrows, wanting to retract his consciousness, but was afraid of missing out on any conspiracy.
After finally kissing enough, Song Jinshu breathlessly explained, "I was just surprised to see her here. I was worried that she had gotten information about me and had come here. I was just worried that she would do something bad to you."
"Hmph!" the male cultivator said coquettishly, "You saw her wearing the clothes of a Yunyu Sect disciple, and you're still making excuses! You just saw her in the Yunyu Sect and were worried that I would attack her, so you felt bad!"
They finally started talking about business, and Fu Tingyun felt relieved.
Song Jinshu explained in a panic, "I just think this is strange. How could she, the heir of the Xie family, allow herself to degenerate and sink into such a low state..."
Before he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he had said something wrong and quickly shut up.
But it was too late. The male cultivator's expression suddenly changed, and he sneered, "Great! Song Jinshu! You finally spoke your mind! You look down on me for my lowly background. I'm a Hehuan male cultivator, so I'm naturally no match for your beloved sister, the heiress of the Xie family. Go marry her! Why bother to provoke a lowly person like me who has fallen into depravity and depravity..."
While crying, he turned around and wanted to leave angrily.
Song Jinshu quickly pulled him back, held his hand, and slapped himself hard in the face.
The male cultivator wept bitterly, "You clearly know that the blows on your body hurt me, yet you still do this!"
Fu Tingyun: “…” Why isn’t now the time to slap each other?
The four lips suddenly stuck together again.
The veins on Fu Tingyun's forehead had begun to throb.
Can you finish telling me your conspiracy before kissing me?
However, this pair of adulterous lovers who are so passionate about each other obviously cannot do this.
"Believe me, I'm really just worried that she'll ruin your plan. After all, she's a Jindan-stage cultivator and a member of the Xie family. You've been working so hard on this for so long, and I don't want you to fail because of her..."
"Then tell me the truth, if one day she and I were to face a life-and-death situation, whose side would you stand on?"
"I won't let her lay a finger on you."
"You simply still have feelings for her!" The male cultivator punched his chest with his fist. "What if she gets in my way?"
"No...I'll stop her."
"What if I want you to kill her for me?" A cold light flashed in the male cultivator's charming eyes.
Song Jinshu was stunned: "After all, she and I have known each other for many years... It's not necessary..."
"Song Jinshu, a young man from an aristocratic family like you is naive," the male cultivator sighed softly, "When Miss Xie inherits the Xie family business, do you think she will let me go?"
Song Jinshu frowned. "No, I know her personality. I explained everything to her clearly when we broke off the engagement. Even if she wants to hate me, she should hate me."
After a pause, he said, "Besides, I will protect you with my life and will not let you get hurt in the slightest."
The male cultivator held Song Jinshu's hand, revealing a sad expression: "It's all my fault. You were originally the son of the Song family, and you were engaged to the heir of the Xie family. You had a bright future, but in the end, I couldn't return home..."
"Ah Feng, I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as I can stay with you forever..."
"Jinshu, we will go through countless hardships together. Will you really not regret it?"
"I, Song Jinshu, have no regrets in this life!"
"Jinshu, you're so kind," the male cultivator leaned against Song Jinshu's chest, "Do you know why I invited myself to come to the Yunyu Sect this time? You must think I'm someone who will do anything to achieve my goal, is despicable and cruel, and is greedy for power..."
"Of course I know my Ah Feng is not that kind of person. You are doing this for me..."
"It's not for you!" The male cultivator pounded his chest, acting like a spoiled child. "I did it for our future, so that we wouldn't be hunted down and persecuted by the Xie family, so that we could have a place to stay in this world..."
"Don't underestimate me because I'm called the Saint of the sect. It's just a facade. There are countless people in the sect who want to see me laugh. There are also some who have ulterior motives and covet the position of Saint..."
"Don't worry, Ah Feng, I will definitely help you accomplish this, no matter what the cost."
The male cultivator reached into Song Jinshu's collar and slowly groped: "Jinshu, I know you are a gentleman with a soft heart. It's all my fault for provoking you..."
Song Jinshu's breathing was heavy, his voice intermittent. "My Ah Feng is kind-hearted by nature. I just couldn't help myself. What's wrong with that? If Heaven wants to punish me, punish me first. Even if it's Avici Hell, I will go with you..."
"Your words are enough for Ah Feng's life," the male cultivator shed tears. "Don't worry, another reason I came here on my own initiative is that I don't want to hurt too many innocent people. If it were the Sect Master and other elders, the Wushan Festival would probably be a river of blood. Now, it's just the loss of a few disciples..."
"I know that my Ah Feng is a kind person... but I'm afraid that the world will misunderstand you again..."
The male cultivator sneered, "They can only say that I'm cruel and ruthless, but I don't want them to remember my kindness."
He moved his hand downwards: "It is Song Daojun who has been contaminated by this poison of the Mei Sect..."
Song Jinshu hissed softly, turned the male cultivator over, and pressed him against the door: "I love you, you poisonous creature... The romance and ecstasy within this sect, who else but me, Song, knows..."
Fu Tingyun was waiting for them to continue discussing their evil plan, but this time it came so suddenly that when he hastily withdrew his spiritual sense, the male cultivator had already started to bray loudly like a frightened donkey.
Ling Yuexianzun had been injured countless times in his life and had faced more than a dozen life-and-death crises, but the damage from that glance just now was still beyond imagination.
If his spiritual consciousness could cut, he would have cut off the dirty part and burned it without hesitation.
After coming out of meditation, the nausea still lingered, and he only hated that this puppet body was too realistic.
Fu Tingyun was too lazy to figure out what they were planning.
It would be better to kill those two dirty guys tonight and be done with it.
He came out of his trance, took two steps towards the courtyard gate, then stopped, turned back into the room, and glanced at the girl on the bed.
She usually sleeps very well, but perhaps because she was not feeling well, she did not sleep well tonight.
Half of the quilt fell under the bed.
Fu Tingyun walked over, picked up the quilt, and was about to cover her with it.
The girl, who had her back to him, suddenly turned over, frowned, pouted and said something in her sleep that was unclear.
Her nightgown was a two-layer gauze slanting-collared shirt. Because she tossed and turned, the clothes had long been messed up in her sleep. The collar was open all the way to the hem, but the belt was still tied around her waist.
At this moment, when he turned over, the incomparable beauty suddenly caught his eyes.
She broke out in a sweat in her sleep, and her skin was covered with a layer of crystal-clear, fine sweat beads extending from her neck to the deep valley.
Fu Tingyun's Adam's apple moved, he looked away, turned around and took out a washed old gauze scarf from the wardrobe, covered her with it, and then gently covered her with a quilt.
The girl's voice of "Dear husband" rang in my ears unconsciously, and a small ripple seemed to spread in my heart.
Even though he wasn't very understanding, he could tell she was teasing him.
It is also impossible for him to form a Taoist partner with anyone.
He turned to leave, but caught a glimpse of the small brocade box on the table from the corner of his eye and frowned.
During the purification ceremony of Wushan, she wanted to bathe with Xiahou.
It is said that the pool behind the Yunyu Sect Temple is blessed by the Wushan Goddess, and people who purify themselves there together can easily fall in love with each other.
Who she has feelings for and who she uses as a training ground is her own business and has nothing to do with him.
Fu Tingyun glanced at the bed. The girl's lips were slightly raised, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a mark from the pillow on one side of her face. She looked a little more childish than when she was awake.
I was originally just a child under twenty years old, but I became a real adult last night.
She can choose a partner, a spouse, or a casual romance at will, but that person cannot be Xiahou Che.
This man is very scheming and cautious. As long as he wants, he can easily manipulate such an innocent and simple-minded girl into his own hands.
Just like when he gave her these earrings today, he said it was just for convenience, but at the same time he told her that they were specially made.
Su Xiaoyuan has plenty of money now, so she could repay the favor with money, but Xiahou Che doesn't know about this.
In his eyes, Su Xiaoyuan was just a poor girl with no background.
Xiahou's family was wealthy, and the earrings worth a million gold were nothing to him, but for a poor girl, it was a debt that she could not repay.
Knowing this, he still gave her this kind of thing, which shows that he did it on purpose.
Fu Tingyun originally wanted to kill those two dirty guys, but when he looked at the annoying brocade box, he suddenly felt that he could keep them for a few more days.
Let’s see what kind of evil they are going to do at the Wushan Festival.
The things in this box are difficult to deal with.
After the last lesson, it is inappropriate to burn her things again.
He tapped the lid of the box with his fingertips, slowly pushed it to the edge of the table, and looked out the window.
There was a flash of green in the grass.
The foolish quadruped thought he was hiding well, but he had sensed its presence long before.
Fu Tingyun suddenly came up with an idea.
He whispered out the window, "Fu Shenxing, come here."
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Author's words: -20: Climbing Kongtong Mountain overnight
This chapter has 200 red envelopes dropped~
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The next chapter should be [After Marrying My Childhood Sweetheart by Mistaken Meaning]
The damp and sickly childhood sweetheart is a love substitute
Shen Daorou had a childhood sweetheart who was frail and gloomy. They grew up together in the palace.
Later, she fell in love with his twin brother, the ambitious young general, at first sight. The two families were well-matched and the marriage was successfully arranged.
Who knew that the world would turn upside down and the heroes would fight for supremacy. Both her childhood friend and her fiancé died in a war.
A few years later, Shen Daorou was living under someone else's roof and was given to a warlord by her black-hearted uncle. At this moment, her fiancé suddenly came with a large army to kill her.
The fiancé who returned has become a local hegemon, as bright and sincere as he was in his youth.
After marriage, the two of them lived in harmony. The husband loved Shen Daorou deeply, but when they were together, he was cruel and took pleasure in making her cry. He was completely different from his usual self, as if he had changed his soul...
Apart from this, Shen Daorou was generally satisfied with the marriage.
Until one day, she picked up the unconscious "baby boy" from the temple's Beitianfang and happily took him home.
From that day on, her upright husband seemed different from before.
Shen Daorou began to feel a chill down her spine, as if being stared at by a snake. When she turned around, she saw her husband looking at her gently with a smile.
When she looked at her husband, the shadow of another person flashed more and more in front of her eyes.
The suspicion in her heart grew bigger and bigger, and she couldn't help but start looking for clues.
Finally one day, she found a secret room under her bedroom, and everything in it was related to her.
The first baby tooth fell out at the age of seven
I learned to embroider a sachet when I was eleven years old
The pomegranate skirt I wore when I first had my period at age thirteen
A dozen love letters sent to my brother by my childhood sweetheart
There are also paintings piled up on the shelves and hanging on the walls, and every painting is her, from childhood to adulthood.
The latest painting, with the ink still wet, shows her lying on the desk at noon today.
Shen Daorou was cold all over and was about to escape
A hand fell on her shoulder, and a familiar breath wrapped around her from behind like a cold snake.
The man sighed softly: "You discovered my secret, what should I do with you, little sister-in-law?"
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The male protagonist and his brother are not real twins
The male protagonist is really sick
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