生活片三级

Jiang Guanchao said coldly, “In what capacity are you ordering me?”

Yun Shuang had already fought the love potion for more than an hour and did not have much rationality left.

Coupled with the aura on his body, her mind was filled with images of those few days and nights.

She grabbed the edge of the wooden bucket tightly and stood up from the water.

Her wet purple clothes clung to her, accentuating her beautiful curves.

Crystal-clear water droplets flowed down her smooth face and dripped on her slightly red collarbone and gently heaving chest.

She stared at him with burning eyes, as if she were staring at a delicious meal.

Jiang Guanchao met her gaze and said proudly, “I’m not lying down!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Shuang stood on her tiptoes and grabbed his lapel, pulling him towards her.

… .

The moon was dark and windy.

Cheng Xin used her qinggong and flew over the eaves and walls on the silent roof.

A vigorous and sharp falcon circled above her head.

Its gaze was sharp as it carefully searched for imperceptible movements in the night.

It was a falcon carefully trained by the Saintess. Its most powerful ability was tracking and searching.

When it was in the Southern Wilderness, it had seen Leng Ziling more than once.

As long as Leng Ziling was nearby, it could easily find him.

“Here, no.”

Cheng Xin stopped and crossed out the third pattern from the small notebook with a charcoal pencil. “Next!” she said seriously.

The heavens did not disappoint those who persisted.

Half an hour later, the falcon screamed at an old courtyard.

Leng Ziling, who was on the bed, suddenly woke up!

This falcon cry was familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember where he had heard it before.

With a faint sense of unease, he grabbed the sword in the bed.

Ever since he embarked on the path of revenge, he slept with his sword every night.

After taking the sword, he quickly got out of bed and stood by the window against the wall.

He gently pushed open the window a little to see if anyone was coming.

However, before he could see clearly, a white figure stood at his door, raised her leg, and kicked down his door!

The door slammed into the ground, and even the floor trembled three times!

Leng Ziling’s first reaction was: Was Wei Xu here?!

However, when he took a closer look, it was Cheng Xin, who had just kicked the door open and had one foot still in midair.

“The Saintess of the Southern Wilderness?”

Leng Ziling was stunned. “Why did you find me here?”

Of course, he knew that the Saintess had already become that girl’s puppet. After all, he had seen the two of them on Thousand Mountain Island.

At that time, he hid among the fishermen and did not expose himself for a moment.

However, this hiding place was extremely hidden. How could the Wei family find him?

Leng Ziling frowned but quickly relaxed.

In the past, he was indeed not a match for the Saintess of the Southern Wilderness. However, he had gone to Japan and learned the Japanese secret technique. In addition, he also had the Japanese shaman poison on him. He was not afraid that he would not be able to deal with a mere Saintess!

Leng Ziling was about to use the Japanese secret technique.

Cheng Xin didn’t waste her breath. She punched him and threw him onto the table. The table shattered, and he fell to the ground again!

Leng Ziling’s mind buzzed, and he felt that his internal organs had shifted!

“How is this possible… Her martial arts… are so much stronger… than when she was in the southern border…”

After she smashed him onto the table, Cheng Xin took out the notebook and flipped it open to read it seriously.

Leng Ziling did not understand what she was doing, but it was a good opportunity for her to launch a sneak attack.

He suddenly threw a few bottles of poison at Cheng Xin.

Cheng Xin held the notebook and subconsciously squatted down.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The poison flew over and shattered in the courtyard.

Leng Ziling was speechless.

“Yes?”

Hearing the sound, Cheng Xin turned around and looked in that direction blankly. She nodded and continued to squat on the ground to look at the notebook.

Leng Ziling secretly circulated his internal energy and slapped toward the Saintess.

“Don’t move.”

Cheng Xin gently pried off his arm, and he slapped his forehead—

Leng Ziling, who was immediately bleeding from his seven orifices, was speechless!

Cheng Xin flipped through her notebook.

“Got it!”

She flipped to the middle page and read, “The first question is: Great Zhou is here. How many assassins are there?”

Leng Ziling snorted coldly. “Don’t even think about getting it from me—”

Halfway through that sentence, Cheng Xin slapped him and said fiercely, “Speak!”

Leng Ziling’s face was half swollen. “No…”

Cheng Xin slapped him again!

Leng Ziling’s bones were hard enough, but he could not help but be stunned.