Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

But in the next second, Ji Wushuang's hand grabbed him.

Only then did Zhao Lang realize that Ji Wushuang's eyes had become extremely blurred.

A pair of hands grabbed him with great force.

Zhao Lang swallowed his saliva involuntarily, and said with a little trembling,

"What are you going to do?"

"You have to calm down! Impulsivity is the devil!"

"I'm going to fight back if you do this again!"

But Zhao Lang found out in the next second that Ji Wushuang's strength was much greater than his!

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing with my clothes!"

"It is bearable! What is unbearable!"

So "lightly collect, slowly twist, wipe and pick again." He also heard "Jianguan Yingyu's flowers are slippery." It's like "the flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now opened for you."

In the room where they were going to die, the three of them stared at the others.

"Damn brother, are the masters really okay? I seem to hear the screams of Bai girl?"

Er Hei said ignorantly,

"Let's go take a look, or the owner will punish us."

The one who died was older and knew what was going on. He blushed and said,

"We don't care about this matter. If you rush in now, you will be scolded by the owner."

The big cat asked curiously,

"But what is the head of the house doing? Are the two of you fighting?"

Damn looking at the two Hanhans, I couldn't help but say,

"The owner of the house is what he did with Miss Bai before."

The two suddenly widened their eyes, and Er Hei couldn't help but say,

"But there wasn't such a big movement last time!"

Go to hell and pretend to understand and say,

"What do you know, the first time was silent."

The two just agreed.

Of course, whether they understand or not, only they themselves know.

Early the next morning.

Zhao Lang woke up slowly.

I had a lot of tossing and tossing last night, even the physique of a special soldier would be tired after being a man five times a night.

Just about to get up and settle accounts with Ji Wushuang.

But when he turned around, he saw that there was nothing around him.

"What about people?"

Zhao Lang was stunned.

He was the only one in the room, and what was even more outrageous was that his clothes were all neat and tidy.

It's just that he still has some indelible marks on his body, let him know.

He is not clean.

get up.

When Zhao Lang walked outside, he met Chen Sheng and Wu Guang.

Both of them looked at Zhao Lang in a very strange way.

Zhao Lang also knew what was going on, and the movement last night was not small.

Fortunately, his face is much thicker now, and he pretended to say calmly,

"Have you seen the saint?"

Ji Wushuang is now in front of the peasant family as a saint.

Chen Sheng came back,

"Chief, this morning, the saint said that she has something to do, so she will ride back to Zhuangzi first."

"She let us see you speak."

When Zhao Lang heard this, he suddenly became cold and cold, and said fiercely in his heart,

"Damn it, it's so irresponsible to run away after taking advantage of it! Scumbag!"

"After you go back, you have to take care of her!"

At this moment, Damn they also came over yawning.

Zhao Lang frowned when he saw it.

"You didn't sleep last night, did you?"

A few people were stunned for a while, and then looked at Zhao Lang with a bit of grievance.

With your loud voice, it's no wonder you can fall asleep.

Zhao Lang reacted quickly and said quickly,

"Okay, if she's not here, let's go, let's go to Shifang, and we'll settle these things today."

"Go to the room and take my suitcase."

After a while of busy work, Zhao Lang brought people directly to Shifang, and came to a wood shop that was full of guests.

Daqin's furniture and utensils are mainly made of wood.