Late at night, in a hidden cabin, the sick man's maid Xiaodie was flirting with a man.

Of course, this man was not the sick man, but a strong man, a boatman, the boatman who carried the corpse this morning, A Er!

At this moment, the two of them were in the narrow cabin, posing in various terrifying positions through the veil, with flesh swelling, making people's blood gushing.

As the clouds and rain were about to stop, Xiaodie snuggled up to A Er's naked chest, as well as a delicate bird.

"Cousin, when will you marry me? I'm almost disgusted when I pretend to be in front of that sick person."

"It's almost done, Xiaodie, don't worry. When he inherits all the property of Cui Yingying, then take you as his concubine. Let's kill him again. Then we can live a good life."

"You say that every time, but how long will we have to wait? I feel disgusted as soon as I see her. Cousin, do you still love me?"

"Of course I love you, hehe, I love you so much that I can only express it, hehe."

"Hate!"

So he picked up his gun and set off on his horse, scoring twice, and his heavy breathing was combined with Xiaodie's faint sing to form a symphony of spring.

It took a long time for the two to separate, Xiaodie's face was still filled with an attractive flush, and A Er had already started wearing clothes.

"Xiaodie, bear it anymore. When our boat boss finishes the last ticket this time, I will take you to Fusang. I don't know what the boss and those Fusang people do mysteriously?"

"Really, cousin, are you going to take me to Fusang?"

"Of course it's true. I don't know if it's me. People in this boat will go to Fusang. Hehe, these people are sold to Fusang as slaves. We can make a good profit. At that time, Xiaodie, you are not a maid who serves people. I will buy a lot of slaves to serve you."

"Cousin, you are so nice to me!" She gave a fragrant kiss and said, "When the time comes, let Gu Dezhong be our slave, hehe, let him serve me, hehe, cousin, I really want us to come to Fusang as soon as possible."

The two of them were still calculating, and in a dark cabin of the ship, a group of Japanese warriors wearing black armor were neatly divided into two rows, and there were about a dozen people.

After a long time, the boss of the ship walked down from above, a Japanese warrior stood up and said, "Ma Dejun, have you found Huang Zhenyi's traces?"

"Mr. Oshima, I have conveyed your instructions long ago, but Huang Zhenyi is indeed not yet clear about this."

Oshima Jun frowned, and a bed worker said, "We might as well gather everyone on the boat. Oshima Jun and your subordinates, how to identify them one by one?"

Oshima Jun thought for a long time, and his expression was several times. The last Japanese warrior said, "It makes sense, Oshima San, if our team discovers Huang Zhenyi first, or even captures her back, the general will definitely give us a different look. If Yamada team discovers first, then..."

The samurai's words came to an abrupt end. It sounded like it was really effective at this moment. Oshima Jun was indeed shaken.

Dulun Qizhen looked at Sister Lan Xin lying on the bed, and he didn't know what to do.

He made Sister Lan Xin bravely pursue her happiness, but unexpectedly, Sister Lan Xin regarded herself as her happiness. Now that she rejected her, she can imagine how heartache Lan Xin felt.

Slowly, Sister Lan Xin's eyelids slightly tilted, and she opened her misty eyes. When she saw the man's face clearly, she closed her eyes and turned her face to look at him.

She didn't know how to face the man who gave her hope of happiness and extinguished it with her own hands. She thought he could really love her regardless of everything, even if he was pointed at by thousands of people, even if he really faced the contemptuous eyes of the world with her.

When she ignored her shame, she mustered up all the courage to say, "As long as my mother agrees, even if she is scolded by everyone, I will accept it." How happy she was to put down all her burdens.

But Dulun Qizhen's answer made her fall from heaven on earth to the eighteen levels of hell. Everything was her own self-indulgent, and her heart completely became cold and numb.

"Sister Lan Xin, you're awake, drink this bowl of medicine quickly." Dulun Qizhen brought the medicine bowl and blew it and said, "It's still a little warm. Just so, Sister Lan Xin, you've been exhausted all these days. What should I do if you fall ill?"

She handed over the bowl, and Sister Lan Xin still turned her face, not saying a word, nor looking at her. She just kept tears rolling in her eyes, and a golden light flashed in the candlelight.

Dulun Qizhen said: "Sister Lan Xin, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with me? Can you tell me? I don't want us to keep fighting like this."

Gulun Lanxin didn't say anything, but her nose wings were tilted, and tears slid down her jade-like face.

After a while, Gulun Lanxin said, "You did not make any mistakes, it was my fault, it was my own self-indulgentness. We should draw a clear line in the future."

"Sister Lan Xin, I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"Okay, I'll tell you clearly. Did you really forget that night?"

Gulun Lanxin felt contempt when she saw him thinking hard: "What, second brother, do you dare not act like this? I will remind you again, it was the night you and I sleep in the same bed, and I found that you and those shorts that night you remembered?"

I didn't do anything that night? As for those shorts, that, that was just in my dream with Sister Lan Xin, what was going on?

"You remember, huh, although I am a widow and not a casual person, I originally planned to think that night I didn't know anything, but you insisted that I would make me bravely pursue my happiness, but, you, how did you treat me?"

Speaking of this, the tears as big as beans roll and fall, the pear blossoms are raining, sad and pity-provoking.

Dulun Qizhen was still confused. He couldn't figure out when he was caught in a mess.

Gulun Lanxin said: "I know that if you don't want to marry me, just think that I am self-indulgent. Don't worry, I will still think that nothing happened in the future."

Durum Qizhen wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, a bed worker shouted: "Listen, everyone comes out and stands on the deck. Oshima Jun's sword is lost. You want to search. Everyone stands on the deck! Let Oshima Jun search!"

Dulun Qizhen said in confusion: "Fusan people? Why do you meet them wherever you go?"

"Sister Lan Xin, let's not care about him. Come and drink this bowl of medicine first."
Chapter completed!