Nine Thoughts

An Dahai heard a noise in the courtyard next door and ran to help open the door: "Who is it? Here it comes, stop knocking."

Ling Wuqi took a deep breath, kissed Anle's face, and said, "Xiaole, wait for me for a while, and I'll be right back."

Immediately, she turned over and got out of bed, didn't bother to straighten her clothes, casually pulled out An Le's saber hanging beside the bed, and rushed out of the room.

An Le put on his clothes indiscriminately, and hurriedly chased after him, just in time to see Ling Wuqi holding a knife and rushing towards the man who had just been let in by An Dahai. He combed a strange braid diagonally, and his purple satin clothes were of excellent texture, embroidered with dark patterns of gold thread on it, and his face was even more heavily made-up.

An Le guessed that he was not from the Central Plains, and he didn’t know where he came from. I once heard that there was a group of people in Siam called “shemale” or “monsters”. This is the person, right?Seeing Ling Wuqi with his arms open, the man licked his lips lewdly, dodged the blade in front of him, and said happily, "It's just in time!" Then he pulled out a long whip from his waist, Fighting with Ling Wuqi.

In the small courtyard, sand and rocks flew in an instant, and the light of swords and whips was hunting and hunting.

An Dahai exclaimed "Ouch", stepped forward to pick off the sauced duck and carried it back to the house, then dragged a small bench and sat under the eaves with a bag of melon seeds, watching the excitement.

An Le, on the other hand, stared intently at the two people in the fight, her heart pounding.

He was a little worried about Ling Wuqi's safety, and he was even more surprised that his martial arts were so powerful that he couldn't even see the moves of the two of them clearly. More than a hundred tricks have been disassembled, and it is difficult to distinguish the top and bottom for a while.

There was a stalemate in the scene, the man probably felt bored, and started to fan the flames, teasingly said: "Leader Ling, you are really cruel-hearted, you left me and married someone else secretly, can you be worthy of me?"

"What?" An Dahai spat out the melon seeds in his mouth, and asked An Le, "What's the matter? Is this man Ling Daxia's old lover?" An Le shook his head blankly: "I don't know."

Ling Wuqi was furious, and cursed: "I have a fart relationship with you!"

"How can it be okay? Everyone in Jianghu knows that we are a couple!" The man probably didn't expect this sentence to arouse Ling Wuqi's anger so much, and he couldn't stop him, and he was forced to retreat After taking three steps, Ling Wuqi followed up with a palm and hit his right shoulder, immediately distorting one of his arms, whether it was fractured or dislocated.

The man was in pain, and he backed up to the wall to stabilize his body, but his eyes were shining when he looked at Ling Wuqi, and his tone was also filled with joy: "Mr. "Ling Wuqi snorted coldly, put away the knife, glanced at Anle's face next to him, frowned and said, "Didn't you figure it out after the fight in Qingshui Town last time? How could you still find it? Can you pass me!"

"It's fate."

The man narrowed his cat-like eyes, and said in a delicate tone, "Walking around the streets this morning, I heard two old sours saying that your handwriting is good. It turns out that even the marriage certificate has been signed. Oh, What should I do?" He swept An Le from head to toe again, and said with a smile, "Why don't you add my name on the marriage certificate? I don't mind three people, this little catcher is so handsome .”

"Get out!" Ling Wuqi yelled, and swung his knife up again.

The man smiled charmingly, and slid to An Le's side like a snake.

Ling Wuqi stepped forward and swung a knife, blocking him, protecting An Le, with a gloomy face: "Stay away from him!"

"I didn't think about him, you don't talk to him well."

The man was aggrieved and acted like a baby.

"Uh" An Le asked hesitantly, "Brother Ling, what's going on? Who is he? You used to"

"Nothing!" Ling Wuqi was anxious, "Xiao Le, don't listen to him, the so-called inconsistency between good and evil, how could I have anything to do with Lan Xuan, the leader of the Demon Cult!" Lan Xuan blinked a pair of peachy eyes, He smiled and said: "Xiao Le, do you know that your husband is the leader of the martial arts? The leader of the martial arts and the leader of the Demon Cult have always loved and killed each other. We have just finished killing each other. Should we fall in love next?"

"I am not the leader of the martial arts alliance."

Ling Wuqi gritted his teeth, "Get out of my house quickly, or I will take off your other arm."

When Lan Xuan heard this, she suddenly leaned against the pillar with her hands on her chest, and tears poured out of her beautiful eyes: "Leader Ling, you are so cruel! You don't know how lonely it is to be the leader! I have waited for 15 years, and every time the leader of the election is a bad old man, it is so easy to get a decent man like you, and you don't want me! What will I do if I choose another bad old man next time, I don't want to marry the bad old man huh huh" An Le was a little confused after listening for a long time: "Does the leader of the demon sect have to marry the leader of the martial arts?"

"No such thing, he just read too many trash novels."

Ling Wuqi pointed at Lan Xuan coldly with a knife, "Say it one last time, get out."

An Dahai finished eating the melon seeds in his hand, patted his pants and stood up, stepped forward to help Lan Xuan: "The leader of Lan? Ling Daxia and my family Xiao Le are married, and I hope you can understand and make it happen.

Do you want to heal the wound first? "Lan Xuan's tears were collected as soon as they said they were, and she glanced at An Haihai with those demonic peach blossom eyes, and said: "You are not a bad uncle, but unfortunately you don't have much hair and you are a bit too old. Will not agree to the pursuit of a bald uncle. "

"Cough" An Dahai coughed lightly in embarrassment, stuffed two wedding eggs into his arms, and pushed him out the door, "Go to the doctor to see the injury, don't let the root cause of the disease fall."

Ling Wuqi said harshly: "By the way, look at your brain."

The door slammed shut, and the small yard became quiet again.

An Dahai quickly hung up the sauced duck, whistled and left, not even confiscating the melon seed shells on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Ling Wuqi walked up to An Le, not knowing what to say for a while, but An Le took the initiative to put his arms around him: "Brother Ling, I didn't expect that the world is too dangerous, not only there are swords and swords, but there are also lunatics entangled endlessly."

Ling Wuqi was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, and asked close to his ear: "Did you get jealous just now?" An Le faltered and admitted: "A little bit" Ling Wuqi was flattered.

An Le said again: "But it's okay, I'll forget about it in a while."

Ling Wuqi: "" The good thing was interrupted, and now the two hugged each other again, and the deer bumped into their chests again and again, and you hit me and I hit you.

The two quickly kissed and entangled each other, went back to the room again, closed the door, threw themselves on the bed, bit each other's lips, and tore each other's clothes.

I haven't finished taking off my shirt here, yet another ignorant guy appeared out of nowhere, and knocked on the door outside the yard: "Is An Xiaole at home? An Xiaole, are you at home?" Ling Wu Qi's face darkened suddenly, he rolled out of bed with a muffled sound, grabbed the knife and rushed out.

An Le hurried to catch up: "Brother Ling, put down the knife, it's a neighbor!"

This person is the deputy CP Gong and glanced at the copywriting, did I write the wrong attributes?