C24 Uncle Goodbye

TangTang was caught off guard and nearly got knocked over by him.

However, she quickly stabilized herself.

This was the first time Tiantian had seen an idiom on his handsome face, "getting angry from embarrassment!"

She leaned over suddenly and kissed him hard on the lips, then looked down at him maliciously. She saw a clear change in one part of him, like a beast of desire or dissatisfaction.

Xia Yuanzhi's hand relaxed.

Her waist loosened.

Taking a deep breath, he realized that he had escaped.

Xia Yuanji lay on his back, his four limbs completely stretched out, forming a huge character.

She squatted down and stared greedily at his extremely handsome face.

She was originally like a flower girl, but in front of Xia Yuanzhi, she was often ashamed, looking as ugly as a monster.

She lay down on top of him. Her posture was very ambiguous. Her hand softly pressed against his face, gently stroking it.

The man's skin was also smooth, like the first peach blossom in spring.

His eyebrows, his eyes, his mouth... Everything about him was good, everything was beautiful.

What a beautiful man!

A man that makes one's heart beat!

"Alliance Head, tell me, are you really unwilling to part with me?"

She looked serious, the smile spreading from her mouth.

"I will definitely complete the mission for you once I take your jewelry! This is my principle! Alliance Chief, remember, even though I don't sell myself, it doesn't mean that I don't sell my soul! "

She slowly took a piece of clothing and draped it over her body.

It was his clothes — the clothes of a fine, gorgeous man.

Such a wide expanse of land covered her body, covering both her curves and her wounds.

His clothes were fragrant — not the usual smell of stinking men.

However, the fragrance was not feminine, nor was it a fake. Instead, it was another kind of pure masculinity.

Her body was curled up in that wide robe like a little child.

Her clothes were torn — at least his.

The warmth of this moment would give others an illusion — at least, his clothes would be warm.

This life of ours, not long, not short, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, 50 years of time flowing away … Even if it was acting, there would always be times when the difference between drama and life could not be clearly discerned.

His hands looked even thinner when they came out of his wide sleeves.

At this moment, she suddenly seemed so weak.

Just like the battle between wills just now, it was an illusion.

She was sitting up straight, legs crossed, under a blanket of chipmunks, an animal whose fur was rarer than a sable. To make such a large carpet, it would be no exaggeration to say that it was worth thousands of gold.

The soft fur was extremely smooth when it came into contact with the skin of the human body.

She touched it with her hand, as if she was extremely reluctant to leave.

Then, slowly, he undid the jewelry bag and poured it out, splashing, colourful, chipmunk carpeting.

She threw herself onto it, one foot up on the other, looking extremely mischievous.

He put his hands on his cheeks and studied the jewels.

Because of this, the fate of one's entire life had changed.

She slowly picked them up one by one, her eyes revealing a childish greed. She turned her head to look at him, "Uncle, do you know? I'm not sure of anything. But these jewels, I can. I've got it with me every day, and I'll take it out and play with it whenever I want. No one can take it away from me. "

Xia Yuanji also revealed a smile.

The rapid breathing slowly became calmer.

But the smile was strange.

Even ugly.

For the first time, he felt at a loss. He only knew that he had to have a little expression on his face — a cruel expression, mixed with gentleness.

Instead, she leaned over, "just in time" — right next to the spot where he had stood so tall.

His eyes darkened once more.

Just like a demon king that wanted to drink human blood.

Unaware, she nestled against him.

He looked like he was about to step aside, but he didn't do so.

She leaned straight into his arms.

Silence.

There was a long silence.

"Uncle!" You are very warm! "

His face, sweet once again feel self-abashed--a long stare that can make all women feel a kind of unforgettable nostalgia.

She firmly believed that, in fact, even without the Pure Maiden's Heart Sutra, most of the women in this world would be willing to kneel down and beg him — whether it be a pure and fierce woman or a slut and a lecherous child —

Women were as lecherous as men.

He could read her mind.

If the vast majority of women in the world could not reject her, then why was she doing so?

Why?

"Uncle, I'm not a woman! I am only a wisp of a ghost that exists between heaven and earth. "

A wandering soul?

Spirit?

What's the difference?

Her body moved closer to his, pressing against his hot, broad chest.

His figure was not in the least bit inferior to his overpowering face — tough, broad, broad-shouldered, broad-chested, it was the best golden split, the upside-down figure of a sportsman.

Even the male models on the T stage were far inferior.

Subconsciously, he reached out his hand to hug her, but stopped midway.

Only then did he notice a strange coldness — this was something he had never noticed before.

Her body was very cold, very cold. It really was like a cold piece of charcoal — so, it was always facing the sun.

At one point he suspected it was a ghost.

But the sun had not dried her soul.

It was said that female ghosts could not face the sun, right?

"Uncle, you actually don't need to be on guard against me anymore. Just make an exception for me, okay?"

Her head was under his chin.

The ends of her hair were as clean as the bowls and flowers blooming on a beautiful spring day.

"I've already consumed your Acacia Jade Dew Pill, and I don't want to die, so I will surely be loyal to you for the rest of my life. You know this best! "

His smile was even stranger.

And because of this, it seemed even more ruthless.

"Uncle, I know, you won't agree!"

She stood up.

His wide robe was always hanging on the ground. As he walked, his steps were too big and he stepped on the hem of his clothes.

"Sweet!"

When he reached the door, he turned around.

"Uncle, I won't be bidding you farewell tomorrow!" This' goodbye 'was said in advance! Uncle, goodbye! "

She said goodbye to him.

But he didn't look back at his face.

He did not answer her.

A trace of determination flashed through his cold eyes.

Tiantian couldn't see it, but she could think of it.

She was already very familiar with him.

However, he did not understand.

Even those who had lived together for a hundred years did not dare to say that they truly knew a person.

Only when there was no one around did the wide robe fall.

Reaching out to cover the bruise on her leg, she found that she could not move — all the strength in her body had disappeared.

But his life had been so long!

He still had a long way to go.

The group travelled through the night, eating and sleeping in the open. They would arrive at Lang Xie's palace in another five hundred li.

This distance was a fork in the road, and it just happened to be in the middle of the distance between the capital and Lang Xie Wang's feudal fiefdom.

The crown prince estimated that Lang Xie's return would be about one and a half months. After all, the northern border was a land that was over a thousand miles away from the capital. It was impossible for Lang Xie Wang to move quickly with so much wealth.

However, if he was any slower, there would be something fishy going on.

Lang Xie was well aware of this point and did not dare to delay any longer. Because when he went to see Xia Yuanji, he had already wasted seven to eight days, so he had to use acceleration to make up for it. Otherwise, with the shrewdness of the crown prince, he would definitely be suspicious of contacting some of the old tribes along the way.

Lang Xie did not want to leave him with any evidence or excuses.

As scheduled, he reached the midpoint.

However, he did not dare to relax at all. On the contrary, he was exceptionally anxious.

At this time, there were only four or three hours left before Xia Yuangui's prophecy – Xia Yuangui predicted that the old emperor would definitely die within 20 days.

According to his calculations, the old emperor had passed away today!

However, even now, there was still no news of him.

He had been restless ever since he got up in the morning, and his eyelids kept jumping.

The sun was about to set in the west, and he had no idea how many times he had looked around, but there was still no sign of spies on the way here.

He carefully recalled the last time he saw his royal father. The old man's face had a look of extreme drowsiness, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it. Where did he get the feeling that he was about to die?

From the bottom of his heart, he began to have doubts.

He wasn't a fortune-teller, where did he get such iron-teeth teeth from?

Qin Wuyang ran over, "Your Highness, should we continue forward or settle down on the spot?"

Lang Xie was silent for a moment.

If they continued moving forward, they would be able to return to Lang Xie's house as scheduled and not give the crown prince an excuse. However, if the old emperor really did die, they would be in different directions. The further they went, the more missed the opportunity was.

Only Qin Wuyang was aware of the agreement between Lang Xie Wang and the Green Alliance. He was well aware of the Prince's predicament and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, what are you planning to do now?"

Even though Lang Xie was usually calm, it was unavoidable for him to be at opposite ends now.

Up ahead, there was the sound of kicking and kicking, and calfskin boots were approaching at a moderate pace. Qin Wuyang took a step back and respectfully bowed before turning to the side.

Lang Xie did not even spare her a glance as he said in a deep voice, "Pass down the order, we will set off immediately and return to the feudal fiefdom."

This meant that he no longer believed in Xia Yuanji's prophecy at all.