Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 137 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 27
Xie Xun remained indifferent: "Let Brother Lin carry you away."

Meng Tang'an stared at him and smiled: "I think Xu Beihou looks more like Pan'an than Brother Lin, and he is majestic. His eyes... are staring at him like a tiger."

Her voice was a little low, delicate and soft, seductive to the bone, and her tone was a little unclear.

Xie Xun could understand her words, but just hearing the tone, he always felt that it was not a good word, so he frowned: "It's useless to flatter me."

"What Tang An said is the truth."

Xie Xun's face, it's better to have red eyes, lustrous eyes, no sober and sharp arrogance, more suitable for obscene words and pornographic songs than anyone else.

Sexy, indulgent love.

Occupied.

desire.

Meng Tang'an felt a little regretful. If she had the chance in the future, she would sing majestic to Xie Xun in front of Xie Xun's grave every day.

The forest was so silent that only the sound of footsteps remained. Meng Tangan followed him with great effort, while Xie Xun walked fast, showing no sympathy for her.

The pain in her ankle was severe, her eyes were red from the pain, and she bravely pulled the sleeve of the person in front of her.

Xie Xun paused, and gave her a light glance.

Under the slender eyelashes, a pair of deep pupils, the sunlight shattered into pale gold, outlined a beautiful and proud outline, and saw the red rabbit-like eyes of the woman.

"It's impossible for me to hug you, let's die."

Meng Tangan let out a groan, and his pull on his sleeves relaxed a little, his fingertips were a little white, like flowers wilted by the wind and rain, and he withdrew his fingers.

"Where does it hurt?" Xie Xun paused for a moment, then asked irritably.

"Left foot." Meng Tangan replied immediately, looking at him without blinking.

"Troublemaker." Xie Xun held back his temper and pressed the man on the stone beside him, leaned over and half knelt, lifted up the woman's white prison uniform trouser legs with his slender fingers, looked at the bruised and swollen ankle, and pulled his lips, "You are amazing .”

"It's not your fault..."

Xie Xun felt that she was unreasonable: "You sprained your own foot, what does it have to do with Benhou?"

"I sprained my ankle only when I'm with you." Meng Tangan looked at him pitifully.

Strong words!

Xie Xun looked into those eyes for two seconds, didn't bother to argue with her, and held the ankle.

The sudden cold temperature on the skin made Meng Tangan shiver subconsciously, and his feet retracted.

"Moving what?" Xie Xun asked impatiently with a low voice, using some strength.

The skin under the fingertips is soft, and when the trouser legs are rolled up, the woman's slender and straight calves are exposed, which is snowy and beautiful, and the white is dazzling.

"pain."

Xie Xun paused for a weak voice.

Meng Tang'an lowered her eyelashes and did not move, quietly looking at the half-kneeling person in front of her.

The sound of the wind is wrapped in the coolness of early autumn, the smell of the soil and branches and leaves in the forest permeates the breath, and there is also an imperceptible fragrance.

The proud and coquettish Mr. Xie Xiaohou was half-kneeling there in a strong red dress.

Her brows were deep, her expression cold and impatient, her bony fingers were holding her ankles, probably because of martial arts practice, the palms had thin calluses, which made her itchy, the temperature was cold, and she was indescribably ambiguous.

It's just that the ambiguity quickly dissipated.

The other party pinched her ankle hard, and Meng Tangan burst into tears in the instant pain, her peach blossom eyes were pitiful, and she gasped.

"Take it easy!"

Xie Xun glanced at her, said yes, and the next second, he grabbed her ankle and twisted it.

Meng Tang'an seemed to hear the sound of bones colliding, her face was pale, her eyes were red, tears were shining, and she was panting slightly.

Tears were falling down, as if she didn't want money, and her voice was full of the squeamishness of a young daughter, complaining about her grievances.

"Can't you take it easy? It hurts like hell."

Xie Xun sneered: "Are you trying to lose your foot?"

He straightened up and said flatly: "Get up when you're done, don't waste my time."

Meng Tangan twitched her eyelashes blankly, moved tentatively, and moved again, surprised to find that her ankle really didn't hurt so much.

Immediately, I was overjoyed and stopped crying.

The sound is sweet and crunchy.

"Xu Beihou is truly a miracle doctor alive."

It's just a wrong bone, and Meng Tang'an can tell a posture of snatching people from the gate of hell.

"Not a word of truth."

"Tang An's words are the truth." Meng Tang An got up and followed him.

A gust of wind passed through the forest, the dead leaves fell, and the white hairband was entangled with blue silk and fluttered, drawing a beautiful and vivid arc in the air.

"After Lord Hou goes out...do you want to go back to Xu Beihou's mansion?" She glanced at him quickly, lowered her head to stare at the fallen leaves on the ground, kicked stones with her toes, and asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

Xie Xun's answer was short, Meng Tang gave an oh, and tucked his fingers into his sleeves. The joyful energy just now disappeared again, and he followed him slowly, with a strong red hem in his eyes.

"Then I want to go back..."

The voice of her question was so soft that you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully, Xie Xun clearly caught it in the forest where only birds flew by.

Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of that pale face, like a weak flower. He didn't like Meng Tangan's undue meaning, but he didn't like the way she said nothing.

I interrupted her, impatient to listen to it, and didn't like this feeling of being out of control.

A soft warning.

"Today's matter, anyone can do it, don't be sentimental."

Such clear and audible words hit the ear, without any ups and downs in tone, as it should be.

For him, she can be a toy in his spare time, or a pet to tease, but that's all.

A little servant girl as humble as duckweed who wanted to cling to the powerful was probably a joke in his eyes.

Meng Tang'an licked her dry lips and said, "Is that so..."

"So it's Tang An who thinks more about it." She bent her peach blossom eyes, her smile was bright and innocent, she seemed carefree and innocent.

Xie Xun looked away, calmly: "Don't laugh, ugly."

Sure enough, Meng Tangan stopped laughing and kicked the stones by himself.

The forest was very quiet, only the sound of footsteps remained.

When she was about to walk out of Bai'an Mountain, she suddenly stopped, and her voice was soft: "Xu Beihou, let's go ahead."

"What are you doing?" Xie Xun looked at her coldly.

Meng Tang'an Wen Tun explained: "I know that I am not worthy of Xu Beihou, and I may be criticized if I am seen, so it is better to avoid suspicion."

Xie Xun's eyes were cold: "Meng Tang'an."

"The servant is here."

The woman speaks softly, has a good voice, and has peach blossoms in her eyebrows and eyes, which are charming and charming.

Xie Xun has never seen such a person.

"It's up to you." He shook his sleeves and left without the slightest expression on his face. He glanced at Yu Yi, "Let's go."

Yu Yi:? ? ?
So I'm just a tool guy?

After watching your love and watching you quarrel? ?

Yu Yi has never been so speechless in his life!

Meng Tangan stopped in place, watching the slender figure gradually go away, without pausing or turning back, even the back was showing an unattainable arrogance.

She hooked the corners of her lips, the meaning of her smile was unclear, and she walked in another direction.

Unexpectedly, they heard the voice of calling for help nearby.

"Who is here to save your uncle, save your uncle... your uncle."

(End of this chapter)