Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

The room was pitch dark, and even though they looked into each other's eyes, they couldn't see a thing.

"There's a thief——" Yao Jia shouted.

While the man in black was confused, he went up and kicked him again, then ran off the bed.

"There's a thief - a thief broke in, help - help -" and ran towards the door.

The man in black reacted and attacked Yao Jia.

When she shouted the first sentence, Langyue flashed into the house and went to Yaojia following the sound.

"Pah! Bang! Boom! Ah!"

After a fierce fight, the candles were lit and the room was instantly lit up.

Yao Jia covered her head and looked at the man in black who was subdued by Lang Yue on the ground.

It was pitch dark just now, and I didn't know who hit her on the head, which made her dizzy and groggy.

Let’s just assume that it’s the man in black’s fault.

He picked up the guqin on the table, swung it at the black-clothed man's head, and said coldly: "I told you that you have no eyes, how dare you hit my forehead."

Lang Yue's body stiffened for a moment and he put his hands behind his back.

Because of Yao Jia's shouting just now, there was a commotion outside, which soon attracted the police.

A large crowd of people gathered in front of the Langyue Gate, craning their necks to look into the house.

Yao Jia ignored the officers and directly questioned the man in black, "Tell me, who sent you to assassinate me?"

Lang Yue was shocked and stared at the man in black.

The man in black was thin and had a mean look on his face. He didn't look like an expert at all.

"Is this man an assassin?"

Yao Jia sneered: "The first thing a thief would do when he comes in is to look through valuables, but this guy came straight to the bed. If he's not here to assassinate someone, is he here to pick flowers?"

"I'm just here to pick flowers!" the man in black on the ground said in a muffled voice, holding his head.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gasped and looked at Yao Jia's reaction.

Yao Jia did not disappoint, and ordered the officer, "Beat him to death!"

If this man was more handsome, she could barely accept this obscene idea, but his behavior was like a toad crawling on her feet, which was extremely disgusting.

The police officer obviously also had this awareness, and he was very ruthless. In a short while, he beat the man so badly that he couldn't recognize his parents.

The madam stepped forward with a cold sweat, admonishing, "Young Master, if you hit him again, he will die."

It wasn't that she felt sorry for the man, she was just afraid that someone might die in the store, which would be unlucky.

With a flattering smile on his face, he looked at Yao Jia and said, "Young Pavilion Master, the noise has been going on for too long and may affect your rest. Why don't we let the officers take the man back for interrogation?"

Yao Jia waved her hand to stop him, walked closer to the man in black, and said coldly: "No matter who sent you, you will not live beyond tomorrow. Why don't you tell me who sent you now, maybe I can spare your life."

The man in black was stunned for a while, then shook his head tremblingly.

Seeing this, Yao Jia snorted coldly, "He is quite tough."

He ordered the officers to take the man away, "Inform your lord that this man is a tough nut to crack. You can help him try out the new torture instruments."

Everyone watched the man in black being taken away by the police and mourned for him in their hearts.

Yao Jia made such a big noise here at night, and everyone in the building knew that the young master of Tianxing Pavilion lived in this room. Yet there were still some foolish people who came up here. They were just courting death.

Seeing people being taken away alive, the madam hurriedly smiled and called everyone back, "Ladies and gentlemen, please go back and rest. We are sorry for not treating you well this time. All your purchases will be discounted by half. Please forgive us, please forgive us..."

Everyone was excited. It was fun to watch and they could spend less money. They really wanted to come and see more of this kind of fun.

After the crowd dispersed, the madam turned around to apologize to Yao Jia, but the door was slammed shut. She knew that the young master was a man who would take revenge in this life, so she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Yao Jia didn't get angry.

Facing the tightly closed door, he said softly: "Young Pavilion Master, I was frightened tonight. I..."

"roll!"

"okay!"

Now Yao Jia's only sleepiness was dispelled by this farce. She leaned on the couch and looked at Lang Yue who was kneeling on the ground wiping the blood.

Unexpectedly, after this incident, I discovered that Langyue, who seemed weak and frail, actually knew martial arts.

It was hidden so deeply that she didn't even notice it in her previous life.

"Lang Yue, you actually know Kung Fu, why didn't you show it off before?"

Lang Yue smiled shyly, "My lady is a martial arts master, so you don't need me for the time being. Here, everyone knows that I am yours, and they dare not conflict with me, so..."

Yao Jia was ashamed, he had unrivaled martial arts skills in the past, but that was only the case this time. If Lang Yue hadn't been there, he would have probably been killed by the assassin.

This bright moon is really surprising.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the madam's gentle voice came in, "Young Pavilion Master?"

"what?"

"Master Nangong is here to take you back!"

Yao Jia: “…”

Why are you here just now!

Waved towards the bright moon on the ground.

Lang Yue threw the rag in his hand into the trash can, walked to Yao Jia with a puzzled look on his face, and then Yao Jia grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bed.

The curtain fell, and Yao Jia said sweetly to the outside of the door: "Since my husband is here, please come in."

The door opened and closed, and Nangong Xiu Lan entered the room.

The slight smell of blood in the room made him frown unconsciously, and he walked straight to the bed covered with a curtain.

"Ah... um... girl..." The man's panting sound came from the curtain.

Nangong Xiu Lan paused.

Lang Yue covered his aching arm and looked at Yao Jia in confusion. He really wanted to ask the girl why she pinched him, but when he met the girl's warning eyes, he shut his mouth awkwardly.

"Please be gentler...ah..." Yao Jia moaned softly to the outside of the tent.

Her past life emerged in her mind. Nangong Xiu Lan saw the scene of her and San Lang being intimate and said that the two of them were "unbearable to look at."

What will you say after listening to the sound this time?

Will it be "unbearable to the ears"?

Or is it "ghosts howling"?

Just thinking about it made Yao Jia excited, and he increased the strength of his men.

"what………"

A burst of wolf howling suddenly sounded in the tent.

No matter how abstinent Nangong Xiu Lan was, he could still distinguish between wailing and singing.

He raised his hand to draw aside the curtain, and saw two people sitting on the couch in neat clothes. Yao Jia held Lang Yue's arm with one hand in the shape of a crab claw.

There was a layer of mist in Langyue's eyes, and his arms were covered with bruises, which was a horrible sight.

Yao Jia was stunned for a few seconds, then she put on a frightened expression, threw herself into Lang Yue's arms, and said coquettishly, "Oh, my husband, how can you be so shameless, sneaking into other people's bed curtains and disturbing them to flirt?"

Nangong Xiulan raised his eyebrows and pulled Yaojia out of Langyue's arms, "Come home with me."

Yao Jia leaned back again, "I don't want to go back, it's good here."

In front of Nangong Xiulan, he touched Langyue's face and said with a smile: "Langyue is much gentler than you. If you agree to let me take him back with me, I will go back with you."

Nangong Xiulan closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Nangong Jiayao, my patience is limited."

While putting on her shoes, Yao Jia complained in her heart: Why are you so fierce? I'll see how you can still be tough when a fight breaks out.

Lang Yue also went downstairs, fetched a cloak for Yao Jia and put it on her. She wanted to go out to see Yao Jia off, but Yao Jia stopped her. Lang Yue had no choice but to remind her, "Girl, keep your cloak tight when you go out, don't get cold."

"I know, go to sleep, I'll come see you another day."

Nangong Xiulan's face was gloomy: "..."