Chapter 149: Embrace of flowers

The of fortune was extremely ashamed by the words of the degraded god, and she saw her left hand quickly forming a mantra, releasing countless golden light blades in her hands. The thick spiritual force of the dragon sprang up like a sea, and the five boys grabbed the corner of her skirt and shouted hard in the fierce wind--
"Master Fu, please stop!"
Meng Eqi evaded these flying light blades from side to side until she stepped on a stone to distort her figure. A blade of light flew across her cheek, and a strand of green silk fell to the ground.
Fushen still wanted to catch up, but suddenly found that his body could not move.
Meng Wanqi was also anxious, raising her hand and turning the knife over to cleave to Fu God. Fu Shen couldn't avoid it, and watched as he was hit in the head by Meng Eqi's back of the knife, and then a big bag bulged.
Sheng Jiayan walked into the yard from the door. His dark pupils swept Mengqi with a sweep of his eyes. This eye seemed to be smooth across the surface of the water, with subtle emotions.
He was followed by a man in white who seemed to laugh, and he smiled: "It's hilarious."
Fascinated God couldn't laugh, he looked at the big bag on Fushen's head distressedly, and secretly looked at His Majesty Yan.
It was only under the majesty that he had the opportunity to fix the two together, but he only fixed the blessing god! The abruptness that gave Meng Haoqi a chance to fight back is really too insidious!
Sheng Jiayan has released the seal of the God of Blessing, and his face is cold, which makes people scared: "If you hurt the people of the prefecture, you will be punished according to the law of the prefecture."
Fu Shen clutched his red and swollen forehead and shouted uncomfortably: "But Meng Po also came back!"
"Mine is debilitating."
Fortunately, Fu Shen turned around and saw a worried God standing behind him. He had a bruised nose and swollen face at this moment, which was more serious than the blessing of God himself.
Knowing that he was justified, Fushen slammed his sleeve fiercely, snorted and turned away.
Faint God quickly followed, calling again and again: "Fu'er, wait for me!"
General Xuehe probed behind the tree to see the of fortune leave, and jumped out of the tree like pour beans.
The night-going rushed in front of Meng Eqi: "Sister is fine!"
The father-in-law distressedly picked up the hair falling on the ground: "The of fortune is also fierce."
"Isn't it? Sister Meng is kind-hearted and only uses the back of her knife to deal with her!"
The crowd surrounded Meng Yingqi with all their tongues, and Sheng Jiayan stepped forward to Meng Yingqi, and everyone made a way for him.
He squeezed Mengqi's chin lightly, forcing her to look up. Sheng Jiayan carefully looked at the scar on her cheek. Fortunately, the light blade just wiped it over, leaving a red mark on Meng Eqi's face, but it didn't really hurt her.
Meng Qiqi was approaching, and there was a trace of relaxation in Sheng Jiayan's eyes.
Is he... worried about himself.
Xu Shimeng's eyes were overwhelming, and Sheng Jiayan made a move in his hand. He turned around and went out with the man in white, and when he left, he ordered: "Don't make trouble anymore."
He glanced at Meng Eqie deeply, and then left.
Meng Eqi stood silently and sighed.
With such a temperament like Sheng Jiayan, when will she know the true thoughts in him. I thought I knew him the most, but now it seems that I never cared about what Sheng Jiayan thought.
Now I suddenly want to care, but I can't understand it.
Meng Eqin grimaced, and the night-going thought she was still worrying about blessing God, so she comforted her heart: "Sister, don’t go to your heart, I want the God of Blessing to be so powerful! The stone I shot from the back of the tree with my spiritual energy It was terrible without tripping her!"
Meng 萋 subconsciously followed: "Yeah, it's terrible." Then she stunned: "You threw the stones!?"
"Yeah," the night-moving looked at Meng Eqi's sudden anger, and shuddered with fear: "I will trip her next time, my sister don't be angry..."
Before Sheng Jiayan and the white man walked away, a roar and roar from Meng Eqi came from behind the courtyard, followed by the voice of the night-going begging for mercy, and the blood river general who shouted in excitement to cheer.
In such a hot scene, the white man felt very amused, and elbowed Sheng Jiayan next to him, laughing: "I finally know why you insist on staying in the prefecture, and work with this group of people, presumably every The day is full of joy."
He put his hands on the back of his head and walked forward with great care: "Compared to your busy place, the court is really meaningless."
Sheng Jiayan glanced at him lightly: "I'm afraid that your life is too leisurely."
The man in white nodded: "Yeah, so I'm not here to take a vacation in the prefecture." He smiled with a curly eyebrow: "And I saw Meng Po as soon as I saw it, and I had a lot of conversations every time."
Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows: "You have seen two sides in total."
The white man admitted generously: "What's the matter? We also have a few words! These s are also boring in the local government. Find an opportunity to talk to her and talk about old things. She must be Can think of me."
His Majesty King sneered: "What are you talking about when you were a carp?"
Thousands of years ago, he still remembered clearly. The white man was stunned and hummed: "How many times is the carp just one of my thousands, and my dharma is extremely majestic! I will tell you She used to join us to fight monsters in Guixu, and finally I broke my arm and you almost broke the picture? I'm afraid it's too bloody. She won't listen to it."
Sheng Jiayan looked at him in white clothes Sheng Xue, his coat fluttered and flew into the painting. Still sneering again and again: "Rather than telling her this, it is better to tell her how you secretly made your hands and feet so that her first life is so difficult. I believe she will love to listen more."
Sheng Jiayan just left his sleeve.
The man in white stood stunned: "No, he even knew this!"
This man is so terrible!
That decayed had always been behind Fu God, and allowed Fu God to punch, kick, yell and scold him along the way.
Finally, Fushen was annoyed by him and turned around and scolded: "Can you stop following me!"
Fascinated by her shouting, she shrank her neck, but she still didn't want to leave.
"There has never been a good thing with you! I shouldn't have come to the prefecture, and I should not have stayed in the court. I came here to find guilt!" The of fortune tried his best, and finally turned away silently.
Fushen sat on the ground sulkingly, and behind her were the gorgeous flowers of the other shore. The more she thought she felt wronged, she buried her head in her knees and sobbed gently.
For a long time, Fushen felt a few pats on his shoulder.
She looked up dimly in tears, and saw the swollen face of Nashen's bruised face.
"What are you doing here?"
He held a bottle of ointment in his hand and silently handed it to the of fortune: "You wipe your forehead, and then reduce the swelling first."
He was afraid that he would bring bad luck to Fushen again. Two fingers pinched the bottle with the ointment. After Fushen took it, he quickly drew back his hand. His appearance of wanting to be close to caring but not daring really softened God's heart.
She looked at the bruises on Fashen's face and sniffed her nose: "Sit next to me."
"Oh oh." The poor God sat down honestly, but kept a distance from the Fu God.
"Sit over here!" she snapped.
The poor quickly rubbed her over.
Fu Shen picked up the ointment from the bottle with his fingertips, but rubbed it on the face of the debilitating god. Faint God subconsciously wants to hide, staring at Fu God's eyes, can only freeze his body motionless.
Fu Shen rubbed his bruises while asking, "Does it hurt?"
Faint God smiled silly: "No pain, I'm used to it. Because it always brings bad luck, it's impossible to avoid being beaten."
Fushen had a sour nose, and her fingertips shivered uncontrollably. Before she could react to what happened to her, God blessed him and cried: "How stupid you are, you don’t know to hide when I hit you! You know I’m anxious, and you let me Beat you……"
Faint God saw her crying, immediately panicked, his hands stretched out behind her to grab her to appease. His arms stopped in the air, and finally he refrained. He anxiously said: "You can only get angry if you hit me. I was wrong, why should I hide? I just hit you, and I have nothing to do. Don't cry, I don't know how you cry Done."
"What should I do!" Fu Shen wiped his clothes with tears and his nose: "Hug me nerd!"
The dejected stunned embraced the blessed God, and was a little worried: "I'm afraid you will encounter something unlucky again..."
Fu Shen smiled, and then pouted with pride: "From the top of the blue sky down to Huang Quan, you can only hug me and have no effect on me. Don't forget that I am the Fu God, more powerful than you!"
Faint God followed with a smirk: "Yes! Fu'er is the most powerful."
Fushen hugged his neck a bit more. In fact, she has always known that it is not that she is more powerful than God of Decline, but that God of Decline never competes with herself. Wherever the decayed had been in the past, as long as the decayed brought down doom, she would bless. Originally thought that the depraved could be irritated by her, who knew he was just giving back again and again, the of fussing tormented him on the surface, but his inner sense of security could not be filled up.
They all like her, but why is he never angry? Even her close relationship with Tieguai Li was indifferent. It wasn't until just that God blessed that there were 1,000 ways to express love in the world.
Silent companionship of the declining is also one of them.
Blessed God is squeamish in the ears of the deceased God: "You can't compare with other women's pectoral muscles in the future. Even if you haven't been in contact with other women, you have to know where the pectoral muscles come from. The word is called breast..."
The of failure seems to understand: "So you are different from us? Is it normal to be so big?"
Fu Shen Jiao snorted: "Naturally! There are more women than you, and you will know the fun in it later!"
Faint God thinks that being a woman can be really great. So the have fun and no fun?
He couldn't help feeling: "But Fu'er, your chest muscles are really big!"
Blessed God raised his fist violently, but cast a fierce but gentle movement on the cheek of the poor God: "I didn't tell you just now, it was called the chest..."
Wufu Tongzi looked at each other while hiding behind a tree, and looked at each other. In the end the five white fat boys decided together:
"Everything that happened this time should be remembered when we return to court. Although the emperor asked us to monitor Lord Fushen together, the talents of Fushen are our sisters. In the past few days, we still indulged in playing!"
"Is it really possible? Then I'm going to see Meng Po's house!"
"I want to see the crickets raised by General Blood River!"
"I want to go to Huangquan Restaurant to eat dim sum made by Zhong Kui!"
The breeze blew, and the other shore flower was drenched like blood.
There is no eerie atmosphere, only the two of them who hug each other tightly together.