When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 566

Zhang Ji has almost finished playing the script of The Flower Picker Thief!

Previously, he used poison + charm potion to kill masters like Jing Salamander and Bai Jin, or female killers like Jing Salamander, Ying Ge, and Li Wu, and then... he re-enacted movies such as "The Seduction" "の罠" and other plots, or some plots of sneaking into the palace, drugging two princesses or two princesses sleeping together, and tarnishing the innocence of the princess.

Hmm... sometimes there are plots where the princess and the princess sleep together and are drugged at the same time by the flower-picking thief.

In short, the nightlife in Zhang Ji's house is quite rich.

"Hey, female donor~"

Zhang Ji groped in the dark, without using any of his inner strength, and groped towards the bed.

Although Zhang Ji can use his inner strength to possess the ability of night vision and easily find targets in the dark, it would be too boring if he could find everything instantly.

Why do you think those stupid emperors in history like to play the tricks of patrolling in sheep carts and catching concubines blindfolded?

Isn’t it just for a sense of surprise and excitement?

This hazy feeling of being blinded in a room where you can't even see your fingers gave Zhang Ji a sense of excitement and freshness.

Of course, Zhang Ji is not completely blind. After all, even if he doesn't use his internal energy, he has been to Mrs. Hu's room so many times, and the furnishings in the room are still roughly clear. Which side is the front hall and which side is the bed? It couldn’t be clearer!

"Female donor, I'm here to drink the tea you poured~"

As his eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, Zhang Ji saw an exquisite and graceful figure lying on the bed with her back to him. She laughed in a low voice, rubbed her hands, and rushed towards her.

"Well!"

The beauty's body was stiff for a moment when she was suddenly attacked. Just as she was about to say something, Zhang Ji's pretty red lips were forcefully blocked. Zhang Ji chuckled lightly and casually tapped the acupuncture point of another figure on the bed, and then tapped the mute acupuncture point of the beautiful woman in his arms.

"Hey, since you're playing the role of a flower-picking thief, let's act more realistically."

"Little beauty, there is no one around here and it's dark and windy. No one will come to save you even if your throat is broken. Why don't you just obey me honestly?"

Zhang Ji smiled evilly, stretched out his hand and gently caressed the beautiful woman's legs wrapped in light yellow gauze stockings: "Isn't this a room reserved for me? Even the stockings have not been taken off."

The fiery palms gently caressed the light yellow gauze stockings, making a rustling sound. The slender jade legs in his hands made Zhang Ji unable to put them down.

"Does it feel like it's thinner?"

Zhang Ji stretched out his index finger and pointed at the red lips of the beauty in his arms, and said slightly reproachfully: "Madam, are you on a diet again?"

"Oh, husband, I have told you so many times that my wife's figure is just right now. I am obsessed with my wife's delicate body. There is no need to diet. This is not good for my wife's stomach."

The elegant and delicate fragrance is refreshing.

"No! No!"

"We are already an old married couple, and we are still so shy. Madam's acting skills are getting better and better."

It was a face that was very similar to Mrs. Hu's, equally gentle and considerate, and equally shy, but this face was even more childish.

(End of this chapter)