Such a humble and betrayal attitude, how could he look majestic just now?

The woman gently stroked the tea with her fingertips of peeling onion roots, then pulled up some broken silk, and smiled and said, "This man is sometimes too smart, it's not a good thing. He clearly told him that I am the boss, but he still doesn't believe it."

"He is smart but is mistaken for intelligence." Zhang Qianzi laughed.

Hongzhu'er's eyes were circulating, and she stared at him with a smile: "I just helped your arm, but you took the opportunity to touch my hand. You are quite brave."

Hearing this, Zhang Qianzi's face, who was still smiling, suddenly turned pale.

Cold sweat dripped down.

He trembled his lips and kowtowed quickly: "I'm sorry, my master, I... I'm obsessed with it for a while... I'm sorry, my master..."

"Okay, I'm not a man-eating ghost, just talk casually."

Looking at the man who could not stand the joke, Hong Zhuer felt bored. She folded her right leg on her left leg, and her fleshy little feet gently picked up the embroidered shoes, shaking them.

Zhang Qianzi looked up and looked at him, and he swallowed his greed as if he was fascinated.

The woman had a deep desire in every part of her body.

"You have been with me for a few years."

The woman's soft and sweet voice made the man come to his senses and quickly lowered his head. "There is no credit, but there is love. Am I the kind of cold-blooded cow who is heartless and innocent?"

Listening to the woman's self-deprecating cold voice, Zhang Qianzi whispered: "The master is very nice to me."

"Okay, you go down first."

Hongzhuer seemed a little tired, squinted her eyes and stretched, her voice becoming more and more lazy and seductive.

"yes."

Zhang Qianzi took a greedy last glance and turned around and left.

When he walked to the entrance of the hall, a few feet long of black hair suddenly swept like a snake, wrapping around his neck, and then with a click, the whole head was twisted off, rolled twice on the ground, and came to the woman's feet.

The woman gently stepped on her head with half-jade embroidered shoes.

She picked up the blood-stained hair, placed it between her lips and pursed it gently. Her red lips were as beautiful as rose petals, extremely seductive.

"I have been following you for several years, can't I control my own hands?"

The sweet voice penetrated the blood, with a hint of ruthlessness and regret.

Hong Zhuer picked up the teacup, drank it all, and said to the outside of the hall: "It's useful to peel off his skin and find someone similar to it."

——

Chen Mu walked slowly on the noisy street.

His eyes were half-closed, and he recalled the situation in the hall just now, especially the vixen-like woman.

"It's really seductive."

Chen Mu tried hard to suppress the fire in the lower abdomen that had been rushing into the hall before and licked the corner of his mouth. "But it's even worse than my wife and Zhiyue."

Just as he was thinking, Chen Mu suddenly felt that his intuition was actually staring at him.

This is a strong sixth sense.

Chen Mu subconsciously looked up and looked across the street.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly became tense. It was a hot day, but cold sweat came out on his forehead.

On the street, there were traffic and hawkers shouting.

And in front of the stall opposite-

A bride wearing a red wedding dress, a red hijab, and a red embroidered shoes stood up!

Although the other party was wearing a red veil, his eyes seemed to be staring at him.

Ghost bride!

Chen Mu's scalp exploded and his spine was chilling.

What's going on? Hasn't she already... taken away with that Ji Kou? Could she still want to take me away?

Bang!

A pale hand fell on his shoulder.

"grass!"

Chen Mu was startled and sweared.

Looking back, there was a handsome young man in front of him, looking at him in shock: "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

This young man was Zhuge Fengchu who investigated the case with Chen Mu in Qingyu County.

At this moment, he was holding a green leaf in his hand.

Crystal and glittering.

Chen Mu laughed out loud, and the cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He looked back at the other end of the street - nothing, no bride!

"Dream?"

Chen Mu patted his head hard.

Zhuge beside him looked at the other person for no reason.

Seeing Chen Mu in a daze, he subconsciously pressed the leaves in his hand towards the other party's back.

Then the next second, Chen Mu suddenly punched Zhuge Fengchu's nose bridge, and the latter instantly bleeded out of his nose, screaming and covering his nose.

"What are you doing!"

Zhuge Fengchu was stunned.

Chen Mu hurriedly asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? It must hurt." Zhuge Fengchu glared at the other party angrily, feeling aggrieved.

Chen Mu murmured to himself: "I will say that I'm not dreaming."
Chapter completed!