Guixu was running, passing a fruit stall on the side of the road, and did not notice that Baomo was standing there with his back to him. She had a freshly eaten watermelon peel in her hand. She seized the opportunity to throw it on the ground, and was just stepped on by Guixu-

"Sister Nine! Hiss..."

He couldn't hold back his front feet, his legs widened and a gorgeous split slid out on the ground. The passers-by around him obviously heard a "crash" sound of cloth tearing, which was crisp and crisp, and the air around him solidified.

Hearing his fierce wail, Youmeng couldn't help but stop. She turned around and saw Guixu sitting on the ground in the crowd with a ecstasy horse, screaming in pain. Her embarrassing character made her unable to help but take a breath. She closed her eyes and shook her head helplessly. She might as well leave quickly, she really couldn't bear to watch.

"Young Master!" Guixu's followers rushed up and quickly helped him up, dusted him with dust and clothes, "Young Master, are you okay!"

Guixu knew that his crotch was open, so he pulled the knee-blocking cloth to protect his crotch from being exposed.

"You, go and see where the little princess is going." He ordered a follower with his wink, enduring the soreness of his legs being wounded, and then said to others, "You are still standing stupidly! Hurry up and find a garment store so that I can buy a new pair of pants to put on!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

The followers agreed repeatedly, not daring to delay, and immediately took action separately.

After Guixu and the others left, Baomo and Susu succeeded in their conspiracy, and they met while laughing. They looked at Guixu covering his crotch and limping funny backs, which made their stomachs hurt, but the good show would not end so soon.

When cats eat mice, of course, they have to play slowly to be fun.

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Guixu changed his pants and walked back to the street. He surrounded him with a group of followers. He heard him muttering grievance: "It's really a ghost. Shouldn't I go out today? How could I be so deteriorating!"

"Young Master, please calm down." The dogs fanned him.

Following the guidance of his subordinates, he found Xishuizhai. Youmeng was tired of strolling and was having refreshments inside.

He walked over shamelessly and sat down at her deskmate. Youmeng glanced at him disgustedly. He didn't think so and complained: "This group of troublemakers is really unqualified. Watermelon peels are thrown everywhere. If General Wushuang didn't help the patrol camp, I would have to ask him to take good care of this matter, otherwise what would the environment in our Dongdu be like? It's dirty and messy!"

When he heard him mention Leng Wushuang, Youmeng was a little stunned, released a sweet smile, and deliberately said, "That Leng Wushuang is the general of your prime minister's mansion. Can you have a relationship with him in private?"

"What's the point? He's my father's younger brother. He doesn't have much interaction with me. He usually meets me occasionally." Guixu looked down on him and thought about it and said, "But he has good kung fu, so he's okay to use him as a bodyguard if necessary."

Youmeng thought in her heart and pounced on her fan to the agile eyelashes: "What do he have in his usual hobbies?"

Guixu smiled softly: "What hobbies can he have? A martial artist, in his spare time, he just dances with swords and guns, reads military tactics, and wants to find someone to talk to. Even if he finds a piece of wood, it is much more interesting than him."

Youmeng stopped talking, thinking about how to use Guixu to draw more about Leng Wushuang. At this time, Guixu suddenly reacted and stared at her suspiciously: "Huh? Sister Jiu, why are you suddenly interested in Leng Wushuang?"
Chapter completed!