Chu Yue was lying on the eaves, feeling slightly depressed as she was covered by the fox's paws.

She still wanted to wait and see the situation, so she gently pushed the guy away and said helplessly: "I'm not a child."

"With me, you can always be a child."

The little fox said old-fashionedly.

"In terms of ninety thousand years, it's really not that big." Chu Yue smiled half-heartedly.

The little fox immediately wilted, but he didn't know whether he should be glad that he had just met her now, instead of the murderous him in that turbulent era.

"Huh?" Chu Yue said in a long voice, half-squinting her eyes as she looked at the fox on the eaves under the moon.

The little fox raised his head and said confidently: "Everyone else is a boy of ten years old, but your husband is a boy of ninety thousand years old. Woman, you have made a profit."

Chu Yue: "..." She didn't realize that this guy was shameless before.

A 90,000-year-old boy...

When the dignified emperor said this, his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat.

However, although Chu Yue was slandering in her heart, the corners of her lips could not help but rise, and her eyes reflected the starry night and the bright moonlight, overflowing with an uncontrollable bright smile.

At this time, Leng Qingshuang and Yan Nanji were going to Dai Mansion to call the Dai family father and son and others to come to Leng Mansion for a family dinner.

In the warm tent under the bricks and tiles, the breath is warm and filled with the beauty of spring that is about to bloom.

Leng Qingrou half pushed herself to the bed, her clothes were half unbuttoned, and she was about to cry. She was even more seductive than the nine-tailed demon fox, and seemed to swallow up Leng Yang's soul.

"Hokage inner armor? What are you wearing these for?"

Leng Yang frowned and hugged the girl's waist tightly with his big hands.

"Rou'er is afraid of the cold. Even though it's late spring or early summer, her body is still cold."

At the end of Leng Qingrou's words, she coughed weakly.

The man hurriedly patted the girl's back, showing great concern: "You, you went to the inn to catch the cold today. I told you not to go there a long time ago, but you still don't obey."

"Sister Qingshuang is here. I miss her so much. How can I not go?" Leng Qingrou carefully protected her abdomen as she spoke.

Leng Yang grabbed her chin with his long fingers, lowered his head and bit her lips that she thought about day and night, becoming more and more uncontrollable.

Leng Qingrou was worried about the flesh and blood in her belly, otherwise she wouldn't be able to have that dream of clear autumn in which mother is more valuable than son.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

Leng Qingrou coughed violently, her whole body trembling. She snuggled into Leng Yang's arms and coughed up a few traces of blood, which frightened Leng Yang.

Leng Qingrou's eyelashes were covered with tears, but her little hands were still holding Leng Yang, trying to pull open her robe.

"Don't mess around."

Leng Yang stopped her and protected her in his arms, "Since you've caught the cold, take a good rest. You don't have to worry about the wedding. Leave it to me. We won't get married in three days. I'll go find that boy Dai Ting tomorrow to get excited.

If you try to find a way to get him to give up half of Leng Qingshuang, I don't believe that Yan Nanji will want a pair of worn-out shoes, so she won't be afraid of losing the face of the Beizhou Royal Family and the Yan Mansion."

Leng Qingrou's eyes lit up, and then she lowered her head: "Would this be bad?"

"She, Leng Qingshuang, has been in the first year of junior high school, so she still blames us for not being in the fifteenth year?" Leng Yang sneered: "If you want to blame her, blame her for being unkind."

The two of them were chatting with each other, and Chu Yue on the eaves had a biting coldness in her eyes, which was sharper than a sword unsheathed!

The two of them plotted against each other for the sake of profit and desire, regardless of blood and family ties, and wished to push Leng Qingshuang to hell.

But nothing is so simple in this world!

Chu Yue lowered her evil eyes, curled up a strand of black hair on her fingertips and played with it slowly.

Dawn has not yet broken, and it is still unclear who will go to hell!

She raised her hand, and the martial arts energy quietly spread around the room, blocking out the sounds from the outside world.

Then he snapped his fingers, ignited a bunch of fire, threw it on the tiles, and the fire suddenly grew!

"It's gone! It's gone! Someone, come quickly!" the maid's voice sounded in the distance.

At the same time, Leng Qingshuang, Zhan Zhan Academy disciples, Dai Mansion and others had just arrived at Leng Mansion to meet with the Leng family leader.

Seeing this, they all walked towards the place where the fire was extremely fierce.

Chu Yue's fire was just loud thunder and small raindrops. It looked fierce, but in fact it was just a show on the tiles.

So much so that the two of them, Leng Yang, whose voices were cut off by martial arts power, were still immersed in that gentle land intertwined with desire.

In the yard, the head of the Leng family came over in a hurry, shouting worriedly: "Rou'er, Rou'er..."

He only wanted to save Leng Qingrou, after all, Leng Qingrou had to go to Yan Mansion to seek benefits for him.

Bang!

The head of the Leng family kicked open the door, and when he saw the situation inside the house, he was as horrified as if five thunders had struck his head.

Behind the scenes, Dai Ting, the young master of the Dai Mansion, thought something had happened to his fiancée, so he hurried over.

After all, although Leng Qingrou is sickly, she is more lovable than Leng Qingshuang. Now she has finally become his fiancée again. How could she turn into ashes like this before she has even touched her.

"Xiaorou, how are you? Are you okay?"

Dai Ting was about to act out a scene of a hero saving a beauty, but when he saw the lively and erotic scene in the house, he froze in place and remained motionless.

Lonely Qingshuang, the head of the Dai family and others came over one after another. They were all so dumbfounded that they forgot to put out the fire.

Yan Nanji frowned, a look of disgust flashed across her face, and she quickly raised her hand to cover Leng Qingshuang's eyes.


Chapter completed!