Don't look at Hu Yan's smile, but there is already murderous intent in his heart.

Don't say that she is ruthless, she will take revenge. If it weren't for the blue dyeing, she would never dare to laugh at the kindness of the owner of the dust. She, who is most afraid of owing favors, will tear up in the end. Whenever this happens, if you want to tear it clearly, you have to pull it down with the belt. Does it hurt? Pain! But you can't complain about anyone, after all, you first asked for someone's favor, and then moved someone's affection.

Fan Chen's owner seemed to be unaccustomed to seeing Hu Yan's hippie smiling face, and said coldly: "I don't like to joke. I can't see your faceless and skinless appearance. ”

Hu Yan's eyes were dark, still smiling like a flower, and said, "It's not me talking about you." If you don't like the way I look, you can close your eyes and not look at me. But if you have to abuse your own eyes, what can I do? Have you ever heard a saying? People are invincible if they are cheap, and people are self-masochistic and stupid. ”

Fan Chen's eyes became colder and colder.

Hu Yan didn't seem to see it, but he showed a suffocating look, and said: "You may not have read much, and you may not have read such a wise saying." Forget it, you go back and slowly appreciate the profundity. ”

Fan Chendong's rough voice said word by word: "What if one day tears up your disguised smiling face?" ”

Hu Yan touched his face and said, "You can tear it casually." I have a thousand faces, and I don't care about one or two smiling faces. "Of course, if you do it, you'll know that I'm a person who likes to turn jokes into reality the most, and it's surprising." ”

Fan Chen's owner snorted coldly and said, "If you want to know the rest of the medicine and how to take it, just fulfill your promise and come to bed." ”

Hu Yan raised his eyebrows, looked at Fanchen's owner, and said, "Sharing a bed with someone you want to cut a thousand times, is it especially able to satisfy your distorted desires?" ”

Fan Chen's owner stopped talking, turned around directly, and went back to his room.

Hu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Hua Qingran, and after a while, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Qingran, you have to get better quickly, I am about to become a prostitute and fall to the point of sleeping with me." "Stand up, take a sip of water, and feed it to Hua Qingran.

In this way, after she fed all the water in the kettle, she said quietly: "If you have urine, urinate on the bed, you are polite, I will not laugh at you." ”

Pulled the quilt, gently covered the waist of the cyan dye, and touched his forehead with his hand, and was very surprised to find that he was really feverish!

Hu Yan muttered, "That grimace thing is really useful." He patted his clothes, sniffed, walked out of the room where the blue was dyed, closed the door, and came to the door of Fanchen's house, hesitating.

First of all, she didn't believe that the owner of the mortal dust would really throw herself on the bed. Second, she wasn't sure what he was going to do. In the end, he instilled a strong sense of curiosity in her.

Hu Yan rubbed the tip of his nose, which was red from the cold, stiffened his head, and walked into the room of Fan Chen's owner.

Inside, there were no candles, and the darkness was uncomfortable. Although Hu Yan is able to see at night, the feeling of seeing things at night is very different from the visual effect during the day. At night, ghosts are hidden everywhere.

Hu Yan's favorite word - not broken, not standing.

If you can't open the situation, you have to make a difference.

She has been passive in getting along with Fanchen's owner, so it is better for her to take the initiative to see if it works.

Thinking of this, Hu Yan strode directly to the bed, sat on the bed, and then kicked his shoes, lay down on the bed, and waited for Wa Liang's eyes, staring at the eyes of the owner of Fanchen, and said wildly: "Hiss...... Come on! "Why hiss? The wound hurts.

Fan Chen's owner sat on the bed and did not move.

Hu Yan said again: "You take it off first?" Or do I take it off first?! ”

The owner of the dust moved this time. He suddenly stretched out his foot, kicked on Hu Yan's crotch, kicked her off the bed, and said angrily: "Sleep on!" ”

Hu Yan's face turned white with pain, covered his shoulders, sat up from the couch, glanced coldly at the owner of Fanchen, and said, "Do you want to sleep with me, or do you want to sleep with me?" You give me the right word. ”

Fanchen didn't expect Hu Yan to be so shameless, and he was a little speechless for a while. Gritted his teeth, he squeezed out two words: "Slut!" ”

Hu Yan snorted, lay down directly on the step, and said: "If you turn it over and over, you will scold these two words." You scolded so much that I didn't even bother to listen. Suddenly, he got up from his feet and threw himself on the bed, tore off the futon, spread it on the couch, and then got into the quilt and closed his eyes.

She was tired.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

She was in pain.

Both physically and mentally painful.

The identity she had always been proud of had been replaced, and she became a little dazed, not knowing what to do next. She wanted to deal with the Red Lotus Sect, and she couldn't do it on her own. She needs the power of the Flying Hung Palace. Unfortunately, this force has now become resistance.

Who is the high priest in the Flying Hung Temple? Why do you act exactly like yourself? If she is an outsider, she may not pay much attention to her every move, but she is different, she has been lonely for a hundred years, and she is bored a lot, she likes to look at her words and deeds in front of the bronze mirror, and she also likes to pretend to be a little brother to make herself happy.

It is said that in this world, the person who knows you best must be your enemy. But Hu Yan believes that the person who knows himself best must be himself. It depends on whether you are interested in yourself or not, and you are a little bit concerned.

It was because she knew herself that she knew the horror of the false high priest. Who can imitate her to the fullest? Lifelike? Not only are words and deeds exactly the same, but even the tone of speech and way of thinking are exactly the same. It's really ...... It's horrible.

Hu Yan didn't want to suspect that she was the fake high priest, but in front of that person, she was in a trance for a moment.

This man, before he saw her face, he had already lost a step. It's really a nest!

Hu Yan was furious, and suddenly sat up, wanting to go and meet the fake for a while. After sitting for a long time, he lay back in the quilt with his head bowed. It's not that she's arrogant, it's ...... Be able to recognize the facts. With the way she is now, she can't beat her. When sending this kind of death is the most meaningless, she should sleep honestly.

In my heart, a sour mood gradually permeated. It's like a dying old man being bullied, and in addition to telling himself to endure it, he is no longer able to compete with the other party. This is a kind of sadness of the end of a hero, the sadness of the twilight of a beauty. There were tears, but they couldn't cry. I don't know why I'm crying.

Hu Yan opened his eyes and looked at the window. There, faintly shining with moonlight and wounds.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that it was panicking, as if she was the only one, bearing the suffering of the world.

Hu Yan grinned and lay flat, turning his head to look at the bed, but he couldn't see Fan Chen's owner.

She opened her mouth to ask his name, but she swallowed it back into her stomach. It's cruel to remember the name of someone who is about to be killed by yourself. What is true for her, but not for him?

She didn't know what was going on between her and him that would make him love and hate her. Yes, he must have loved himself miserably and hated himself so much.

If there is no hatred, I will not humiliate her; If there is no love, it will not save her. No matter how greedy he was for money, he did something to pin his head to the waistband of his pants - he saved her.

I wonder if he knows that she wants to kill him?

Because she hated him and pitied him. He hated him for humiliating himself and pity him for the wounds he had suffered. If death can free him, it is not impossible.

Hu Yan's eyes are clearly extinguished, like a person walking on the edge of hell, a little to the left is a human, and a step to the right is a ghost.

Her body was gradually consumed by the cold, and she struggled to turn her body, but she could not sleep. She always felt that the couch was as cold as iron, and she sucked up all the hot breath on her body. She couldn't help but start to miss the body temperature of the cyanine, it was hot and hot, hugging each other, not to mention how comfortable.

Thinking that Fan Chen's house was in bed, she became extremely hungry and thirsty like a young woman who thought of spring. Gritting his teeth, he simply hugged the quilt and got up, like a demon with stiff limbs, moving his body little by little, putting himself down on the bed, wrapping himself in the quilt, and approaching the owner of Fanchen.

At this time, she noticed that there was no quilt in Fanchen's house!

Yes, there is a pair of quilts in this house, which she occupies.

The corners of Hu Yan's lips hooked and he smiled.

The anger in the hearts of the owner of Fanchen rolled, and he scolded: "Get out!" ”

Hu Yan's teeth bumped up and down, and he trembled: "Say...... Sleep, just ...... That's it...... You have to go to bed! Now...... Today...... Tonight, I'm ...... I'll sleep with you! ”

The sound of grinding his teeth was particularly clear at night. He sat up suddenly, crossed over Hu Yan, reached out and scooped up the mattress, and covered himself.

Hu Yan coaxed: "One ...... Let's sleep together. "Open the quilt and invite the owner of Fanchen to sleep together. In order to keep warm, she can find a little girl, and at this moment, she invites Fanchen to sleep with her, and there is no psychological burden at all.

Fan Chen's owner ignored her, turned around directly, and turned his back to her.

Hu Yan put down the quilt boringly and wrapped himself tightly. She knew that her wound should be medicated, but she didn't know why, she just didn't want to owe anything to the mortal owner anymore. To kill a person who has helped him many times is to test the viciousness of the people's hearts. She thinks she is more than ruthless, but not vicious enough.

In a daze, Hu Yan had a high fever.

From cold to hot.

No, it's not that it's hot, it's cold for a while, and hot for a while. The quilt was kicked open and wrapped in by her, wrapped and kicked away.

Fanchen sat on the bed and watched her toss by herself.

After Hu Yan tossed for five or six rounds by himself, he suddenly stopped moving.

Motionlessness becomes very inconspicuous, and the whole person seems to be dead.

The fingers of the owner of the mortal dust were shaking one after another, as if each finger was struggling with all his might. A pair of eyes, glowing with painful marks, seemed to cry, but in the end they all turned into fierceness.

He ripped off his and Hu Yan's pants, parted her two slender legs, and put them on his waist......

He was wheezing, gasping for breath, a little cloudy, carrying an unspeakable weight.

To do, or not to do?

Tear up or let go?

Revenge or forgiveness?

He sank into hell because of her, how could he let her go alone?

Scold......

Let her be like him and hate with all her might! In this way, it is fair.

The owner of Fanchen fell on Hu Yan in one fell swoop......