roccoschili Chapter 277 His Smell
Chapter 277 His Smell
Chapter 277 His Smell
ah? Can the original pick-up routine still work like this? What kind of unscrupulous country bumpkin actually got together with the fairy sister of the fox tribe?
Do you have any self-awareness? The person with the worst dressing sense actually dares to lecture others in a disgusting tone...
Countless voices echoed in Johnny's mind, and the whole world blurred in his eyes. He stared blankly at the country bumpkin wearing nine rings, Ni Wai, mopping up next to Bai Heng, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.
"Sister Jingliu is here too... This dress is really nice, and the person is even better looking. They say that a man's clothes depend on his saddle. I think this theory should be overturned. This dress is obviously stained by Jingliu's sister. Light." Xing noticed Jingliu with his peripheral vision and quickly dug out the little knowledge in "The Gorgeous Transformation of the Third Generation of Tang Monk".
"Why are you here?" Bai Heng couldn't stand listening anymore and pushed the beaming face away from him to prevent her from continuing to take advantage of him. "Are you here with the girls on the train crew?"
"Actually, I don't know either." Xing straightened his crooked tie and looked between Bai Heng and Jingliu. "I was sleeping on the toilet, and when I woke up and opened the door, I was confused. Followed everywhere, and finally attended this dinner party in a daze..."
Jingliu's shoulders trembled and he turned his head, a strange light dancing in his pupils: "Did you come with Jiang Fan?"
She stared at Xing's bewildered face, her eyes cold and intense.
"Maybe... it seems like... I came with him..." Xing didn't know why Jingliu looked at her with such a strange look, which made her hair stand on end.
"I did not have an affair with him... As you know, I despise him..." An idea flashed in Xing's mind, and he quickly raised his hands tremblingly to defend himself.
Looking at the cold eyes in the mirror, she kept wondering whether the female murderer would pull out the sword from its scabbard and throw it in front of her and say, "Seduce my husband, then commit suicide and give you a decent way to die!" "
But in her conscience, she really didn't mean to travel alone to Pinoconi with Jiang Fan for a 'private meeting'.
Xing raised his hand tremblingly while looking at Bai Heng who was in a daze with his fingers tangled in his hair, meaning that as a senior pioneer, please come and speak to me.
I really don’t look down on Jiang Fan, even though he is handsome and rich, even though he has a noble status, even though he is personable...
But I prefer girls who are fragrant and soft. Although it is possible that he doesn’t like me, this is strong evidence that we are not having an affair!
Unexpectedly, Bai Heng responded to Xing's hesitant defense and pleading look and just sighed slightly and shook his head. While twirling his hair with his fingers, he lowered his head and then raised his head to look between himself and Jingliu, as if he was examining the difference in body shape. .
At this time, more and more people were sneaking closer. They were all elderly uncles and aunts. They were all poking their heads, and they seemed to be very interested in this kind of large-scale girlfriends catching and raping scene.
"Could it be that the real wife came to Pinoconi specifically to catch her best friend cheating on her husband?"
"Young people nowadays are really having fun... But for men, isn't it normal to have three wives and four concubines? Isn't there a saying now that... what is it called... freedom of love? Best friends are united. !”
"You are still free to love... It is the outstanding talents who give birth to more outstanding bloodlines and contribute to the development of the universe!" An uncle with a silver back said seriously, looking very experienced.
"She is such a beautiful girl. I don't know if she plans to divorce. My boy is just thirty years old." A certain aunt looked at Jingliu up and down, feeling like a mother-in-law looking at a girl.
"I heard that he is a senior member of the Immortal Boat Alliance, and he may also be the immortal follower. You'd better go to sleep..."
Senior officials of the Xianzhou Alliance? Immortal devotee? Johnny was stunned and looked at Jingliu through Xing and Bai Heng.
The white hair and red eyes, the long sword that never leaves his hand...could it be the rumored Whispering Blade?
He stared at Jingliu in a daze, but suddenly there was a tearing pain in the depths of his eyes, as if thousands of swords like rain were piercing through him.
Johnny covered his face with trembling hands and remained quiet, making no sound at all.
A second ago, the pain deep in his pupils was heartbreaking, but in a daze, it returned to the same state as before, as if everything was just a temporary hallucination.
He blinked, and the lines on the carpet were still clearly visible, as if the blood-red sea-like scene was just his illusion.
Ordinary people would probably shy away or treat him as a guest if they knew the identity of the Kageryu Order, but Johnny lowered his head and covered his face, smiling foolishly for no reason.
If an envoy-level power and his own connections in the Immortal Boat Alliance can gain his favor and win over him, it will be a power and benefit that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world will choose to shrink their heads when faced with the situation in front of them, and act like cowardly ostriches who want to bury their heads, but there are still one percent of lunatics who will choose to swim against the current. Do things that ordinary people can't imagine.
Obviously he is one of the one percent crazy. The background of the wife of the Immortal Star God in the story is like a fairy tale. Regardless of her strength, she is just an older woman. A woman will have reason and Emotional.
Often those who seem indestructible have a flaw somewhere in their hearts that makes them weaker, even vulnerable.
He didn't know where the weakness in Jingliu's heart lay, but there would always be a gap, even if the gap was just a millimeter.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes, breathing slowly, feeling every bit of the noisy hall. His soul overflowed like liquid, covering it in all directions.
Johnny felt as if he was petrified, with only his heart beating vigorously. The rim of wine in the hall slid down his throat, the chewed food fell into his stomach, and the whispers between each other... It was as if all actions had been slowed down a hundred times. times.
This is the power that Peter's family has been given by gods from generation to generation. He is slowly immersed in a certain memory. The hands of time are moved, and everything seems to be going back.
He could feel those memories. Although they were nowhere to be found like mirror fragments, those images flashing through at high frequency were vaguely visible.
She leaned on the window sill, staring boredly at the long sword placed on the table. The cherry tree branches outside the window hung down to block the window. The sun was setting, the flowers and grass were growing wildly, and spring and summer passed alternately...
Suddenly a door was pushed open, the setting sun, the wildly growing flowers and plants... everything was frozen, and the time that passed through the fingers was tightly grasped, as if it were eternity.
He wanted to see clearly the face of the person who opened the door in his vague memory, but he froze as soon as he saw it. Fear crazily surged in his heart, fearing something unspeakable.
When Johnny felt that kind of fear, he shuddered hard and wanted to leave suddenly, but his body refused to obey and his soul fell into a closed loop.
It was definitely a childish face, but it seemed to carry some kind of majesty and terror like a god or a demon.
Johnny was frightened.
This was not the first time he had spied on a person's memory, but it was the most serious one. When he spied on a ranger, even though there was pressure, it still did not bring him any fear at all.
That was the confidence that he dared to reach out to Jingliu. They were both messengers walking on earth on behalf of the Star God. He didn't think that the difference between the two would be as big as the gap between heaven and earth, but it was different from the moment.
Even though he couldn't see the entire face clearly, fear overflowed uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, as if his soul was trembling.
He covered his face with trembling hands, wanting to be a cowardly ostrich and choosing not to look, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that a pair of eyes were quietly watching him, even in a world composed of memories.
That cold and hot sight was everywhere, as if peering into the deepest part of a person's heart. The powerful beating of the heart stopped without warning, and the blood in the blood vessels boiled uncontrollably, turning into steam like mist.
Blood mist poured out of the opera house hall, spreading in all directions like a surging ocean tide.
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"Well, I know there is no possibility of an affair between you." Jingliu was silent for a moment and nodded, "He...didn't you send a message to the train crew to inform the train crew of the itinerary?"
"No, there was a problem with the mobile phone signal after arriving in Pinoconi. It was difficult to even browse the forum." Amitabha used his spirit to pass through the sea of mirrors.
Although she has been attacked from both sides in the dragon's den, she still understands the truth that "one who knows the current affairs is a hero". Jiang Fan's tree is big enough. If he can deal with Elise's affairs, he will do so and leave it to Jiang Fan to solve. Just fine.
As for whether she would receive "friendly" greetings from Jingliu, that was a matter for later.
The worst-case scenario is that she and Jingliu will cry and complain that Jiang Fan threatened her, saying that if she resisted the whistleblower, he would strip off her clothes and commit horrific violence. I think the reasonable Jingliu would not embarrass her.
"So that's it..." Jingliu said softly, the coldness in his eyes gradually melting away.
"Yes, that's it." Xing nodded like he was pounding garlic.
She actually didn't understand what Jingliu was saying. She didn't understand why Jingliu's eyes softened all of a sudden. She just knew that what Jingliu said was right.
With the help of nodding and applauding, she turned her head and glanced at Bai Heng. It seemed that the senior was still worried about some kind of figure-related issues. His lips were moving slightly and he was muttering something, but his expression seemed to be that he was always worried. Complain.
As for the man in a suit who said there was a clown performance at the opera house, he was standing motionless with his head down and his face covered.
Are you playing 123 wooden man? Xing thought secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but stand in awe, applauding the man in the suit for his serious devotion without moving.
Because she suddenly remembered the time when she was playing hide-and-seek with Hook and the others. She was just as devoted as he was, hiding in the smelliest trash can in Belloberg for four hours, and easily won the victory.
At this time, someone in the opera house hall gently rang the bell, and all the noise suddenly fell silent in a few seconds.
Could it be that man's fault? The forward swing before showing off?
Hoshi moved closer to Jingliu and noticed Elise through the crowd. She and Theresa were standing in front of the buffet, holding Black Forest and donuts respectively, discussing something, with no intention of quieting down.
She suddenly felt something soft and fluffy being slapped on her thigh at high speed. She stretched out her hand to grab it and threw it away. She felt as if there was a helicopter propeller behind her ready to take off.
"Bai Heng..." Jingliu whispered.
"It's his smell." Bai Heng sniffed with his nose raised, his eyes shining.
Xing had probably guessed whose scent Bai Heng was smelling. He thought to himself that Bai Heng's nose was almost catching up with the GPS detection radar. Now in the lobby of the opera house, not even a single hair of Jiang Fan's hair could be seen. You have already smelled it?
She finally understood why Jingliu felt at ease and allowed Jiang Fan to accept Bai Heng, a vixen. Love is a walking tryst detector.
Not to mention that Jiang Fan had a private meeting with a woman, Bai Heng could smell the place where he was squatting when he went to the toilet.
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I admit my mistake, Ruan Mei is the strongest and the most useful support.