msmithbooks Chapter 29: You Can't Die If You Don't Die
Chapter 29: You Can't Die If You Don't Die
"System, are you playing me? Are you playing me?!"
"Where's the stallion harem that you promised? What about the stallion harem that you agreed to be each other's angels? System, why don't you pretend to be dead for me, shit!!!"
"Fucking fucker, system! The characters in the strategy are dead anyway! If you still judge me that the strategy failed, you're going to die, you!!!"
"What kind of strange thing is that!! Where is the harem of the stallion you promised? Don't you know that there is a saying in the system that if you don't die, you won't die? You have been obsessed with dying for 100 years. The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television will send urban management to clean you up Ahh-"
"...System, I will definitely come back."
"Want to eat?"
"think."
"Go to the pond and fish out Miss Yan'er's jade bracelet, and I will reward you with two steamed buns."
The dirty little beggar looked up at the handsome man protruding from the red window on the second floor, his dim eyes lit up, "Are you serious about what you said?"
"Heh." The man in the red brocade toga smiled with a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, and the ink brocade flower fan in his hand swished open, "Does this young master have the leisure to make fun of you, a little beggar?"
The little beggar turned his head to look at the pool water that had just thawed in early spring behind him, took a deep breath, and jumped in with a plop.
The man upstairs with a smile in his eyes pulled the beauty who was pouring wine into his arms, and lifted the beauty's chin with his fingers, and his bright red lips were printed on it.
"Master." The beauty snuggled into the man's arms coquettishly, hiding spring in her heart and eyes.
The man returned the card with a smile, and looked out the window while holding the flagon.
"Master, I don't need that bracelet." The beauty wrapped her arms around the man's neck, "Close the window, the smoke will be cold."
The man grabbed the lotus root arm that the beauty stretched out to close the window, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile, "Cold? Is it cold to hold you?"
The beauty took advantage of the opportunity and fell into the man's arms, and she resisted the man's hand that touched his clothes, wanting to refuse or welcome, and said coquettishly, "My lord is bad."
With a low smile, tinged with a bit of demon charm, the unruly hands squeezed the soft flesh on the beauty's chest, "Bad, don't you like it?"
The beauty gasped, "I like it, I like it to death."
Just when the man's hand was about to lift off the thin blouse on the beauty, a shivering voice came from downstairs, "Hey, give me steamed buns!"
The man poked his head out, looked at the little beggar downstairs with a frozen face, and beckoned him to bring the bracelet up.
The little beggar looked at the tidying up, and ran upstairs suddenly, startled the beauties in the hall screaming.
"Where did the little beggar come from, dare to break into my building!" The old bustard who was eating melon seeds in the hall stood up, shaking his handkerchief, with one hand on his hips, and the other pointing to the two tortoise slaves guarding the stairs, "Silver dollars, silver coins!" Bao, put this..."
Before he finished speaking, a man's voice came from upstairs, "Mom, I sent him to do something, let him come up."
The ferocious bustard suddenly changed her face, and her voice was deliberately soft, "Yes, Second Master Su."
The little beggar found no way to stop him all the way to the single room of the young man in red upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a snow-skinned woman standing at the door holding a few silk clothes. She gave him a somewhat resentful look. "Grandpa is waiting for you inside."
The little beggar had never seen such a bold woman in such a dress. He blushed and lowered his head, not daring to look any further, and entered the room holding the emerald green bracelet.
The man in the red robe, with half of his chest singing, was sitting by the window, with his black hair hanging all over his body, against that handsome and unparalleled face, he looked even more soul-stirring.
"Little beggar, where's the bracelet?" The man smiled.
The little beggar, who was just waking up from a bewilderment, passed over the eye-catching emerald jade bracelet in his hand. Suddenly, he saw that the man's hand holding the jade was white and slender, and it was even more beautiful than the jade bracelet. .
"Yeah." The man glanced at it casually, then put it aside.
In a room full of fragrance, with an incomparably handsome man, the little beggar's voice was a little more worried, "Where's the steamed bun?"
"Steamed buns?" The man turned his face, his good-looking eyebrows raised upwards, "What steamed buns?"
The little beggar suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You, you said that if I fish the bracelet out of the pond, you will give me steamed buns!"
"Hey! What are you talking nonsense, little beggar!" The man glanced across, "Isn't my bracelet well placed here? Why do you want to fish it in the pond?"
The naked little beggar shivered, "You, you..."
The man waved his hand, "Come on, don't disturb the master's happiness!"
The little beggar said with red eyes, "Give me steamed buns and I will leave!"
The man sneered, "You little beggar, do you still want to rely on me?" He raised his voice and shouted, "Silver dollars, silver treasures!"
The two turtle slaves guarding outside immediately came in, bowed their heads, "Master!"
"Throw this little beggar out," the man said.
"Yes!" Two tortoise slaves came up and grabbed the little beggar's arms, twisted behind him and threw him downstairs.
"You liar! Bastard!" The frozen little beggar kicked his legs without breaking free from the grip of the two tortoise slaves, growling lowly at the man with red eyes like a wounded cub.
"Noisy!" The man frowned slightly, and when he rolled his peach blossom eyes, there was a sense of amorous feelings in him, "Throw him out of the window!"
Yinyuan and Yinbao looked at each other, and they came to the window with the little beggar in their arms. The little beggar stopped screaming in fright. Looking at the bluestone slab downstairs, his small body trembled like chaff.
"Throw it out." The man's unhappy voice came.
The silver dollar and silver treasure didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and threw the little beggar on their backs.
Immediately outside the window was the sound of splashing into the water, and the man gave the silver dollar and silver treasure a cold look, "You guys are kind-hearted, the Lord told you to throw them out, you pick them up into the pond, and save that little beggar a way out."
"No, it's not." Gui Nu turned his head with a pale face and looked at the man, "It's the eldest son who is back!"
The man in the red robe was startled, and rushed to the window to see a man in white clothes with wide sleeves coming on waves. His posture was graceful and his appearance was out of this world, just like the fairy who came here on wind, water, clouds and fog in countless legends of gods and monsters. .
As soon as the white-clothed man stretched his long sleeves, the water splashed in all directions, and the long whisk wrapped in the water-choked coughing little beggar soared into the air, and was hugged by the man with one hand, and the white clothes fluttered and landed on the shore.
"Is it alright?" The man in white waved his hand to take back the whisk wrapped around the little beggar's body, and asked with his head bowed.
The little beggar who just opened his eyes was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice, and a poem popped up in his head for no reason: Kunlun Jade Broken Phoenix screams, Hibiscus weeps and Xianglan laughs.
Then the little beggar saw a handsome face that was about [-]% similar to the red-clothed man upstairs just now, but it seemed that the outline was softer, less of the compelling glamour, and more of an inexplicable aloofness, and stared blankly "No, nothing."
The man put down the little beggar, hung the whisk on his arm, looked up at the man in red on the window, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, "Su Wuyan, I'll wait for you to tell me about today's matter." confession."