Chapter 94 This is a big gamble

Chapter 94 This is a big gamble

"March, you're so nice."

"I'm just treating you to a meal, don't show that expression," Sanyueqi looked away and looked at Xing and Qingque who were talking and laughing under the parasol, with some tenderness in his eyes.

"I just don't want to see anyone sad. If that happens... the photo won't look good."

She raised her camera and smiled brightly.

Don't want to make people sad... An Ming thought of Liuying and Fu Xuan when he heard this. No matter what, continuing to hide it would hurt them.

He didn't want to lie, especially when facing his lover who had experienced life and death. Perhaps there was nothing to hide.

Sincerity is the most important reconciler in love.

"Thank you, March."

"Then don't forget to treat us to a big meal next time~"

After settling the bill on March 7, he patted An Ming's shoulder and returned to the dining table with cheerful steps. Looking at her back, he seemed to forget all his complicated thoughts.

Would such a person really cry?

An Ming unconsciously thought in a strange direction. San Yueqi was actually a very strong girl. Even though she had lost all her memories of the past, she still treated every day with tenderness.

After returning to the dining table, Qingque moved his chair and came to An Ming's side. He put the screen of his mobile phone against his face with a serious look, and his other fair little hand started typing in front of him.

[Master Fu Xuan, I met the young master in Yaliluo-6. What should I do next? 】

Click to send!

Qingque looked at An Ming with an innocent look as if to say, "Now, Master, you have no reason to accuse me of backstabbing you, right?" Her face was full of obedience. This likable look made An Ming couldn't help but use the fifth level of Blood Burst to love Qingque to death.

"Master, eat some food!"

Qingque had a sweet smile on her face and considerately helped An Ming put some food into his bowl.

The corner of An Ming's mouth twitched slightly. If this continued, they would not be eating the dishes, but could just start the banquet.

Xing stared at the two of them with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked in confusion: "What kind of disciple are you accepting?"

Is this disciple really a proper "disciple"? Besides, when did An Ming go to Xianzhou to accept a disciple? It can't be that he accepted a disciple after beating Qingque on the Diyuan Qiongyu app.

"My master makes me serve tea and water, wash clothes and mop the floor every day, and even use my body to warm the bed..." Qingque smiled and didn't finish her words when An Ming punched her in anger, making her stop smiling.

Qingque puffed out his lips and raised the screen of his mobile phone. On it was clearly written the message from Fu Xuan: "Qingque, go and tie him back to me, dead or alive."

"Master, I have shown you, please cooperate with me later."

Qingque finally understood that playing with open cards is the attitude that a master should have when playing cards. A master like her could just mediate between Fu Xuan and An Ming.

Oh my god, she is simply General Luofu!

Even if Jing Yuan himself came, he would not be able to solve the Shura Field as perfectly as she did, right? According to Qing Que, the position of general of Luofu must belong to her!

At this moment, Qingque's cell phone seemed to have turned into an imperial sword, which could transform into a powerful formation and smash down at any time.

"You people from Xianzhou, do you always use your cell phones to chat face to face?" Sanyueqi looked at An Ming and Qingque with confusion, then turned to look at Dan Heng with a questioning look.

Dan Heng shook his head silently, indicating that he couldn't bear to watch it.

Qingque was eating awkwardly, and nudged An Ming with her little feet under the table, meaning that he should think of a way to deal with Lord Fu Xuan quickly.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties. Turn one person's difficulty into two people's, and then it will not be a difficulty.

"Master, this is a big gamble."

"You lose miserably, disciple."

An Ming felt his eyes go dark and he saw no hope for the future. He would either die in the burning sea of ​​Yingbao or be crushed to death by the Qiongguan Formation.

I just hope that a third girl in my dream doesn’t pop up at this time, otherwise it will really become a prison.

After finishing the meal, An Ming felt relieved and was one step closer to being buried.

Goethe Hotel.

"Single room, great!" Sanyueqi raised his camera to take a photo of the hotel and asked, "There's still a lot of time before night, do you want to go for a walk around?"

"Agree!"

Xing leaned against the trash can and rubbed her hands, her face full of impatience. Today she would become the only trash can king in Beloberg!

"I have heat stroke. I'm going back to the hotel to rest first."

An Ming was still holding the special dishes he had packed before leaving. Even though he said he was not full and planned to buy them for a midnight snack, it still aroused Qingque's strong suspicion.

Qingque showed a meaningful smile, "Then, I won't bother you, Master."

An Ming watched Qingque smile and follow Sanyueqi and Xing's trash can team out of his sight. He couldn't help but wonder why his apprentice was so easy to deal with this time.

Dan Heng next to him raised his notebook and said, "The symptoms of heat stroke are dizziness, chest tightness, and palpitations," and then he went into the hotel first.

An Ming realized what he meant only later. It turned out that he was saying that his technique of pretending to have heatstroke was terrible.

Damn, no normal person would get heat stroke in this icy and snowy place.

But at least I can get some time off to see Yingbao. As for tomorrow's meeting, I don't really care about it. No matter what Cocolia says, the ending will not change.

Just wait to be pierced by Stephen Chow’s flaming spear!

Firefly: [Room 601]

Firefly's Dog: [Coming soon, Yingbao]

When An Ming arrived at the door of Room 601, he suddenly sensed a subtle ambiguity. When he reached out to knock on the door, he found that it was not locked and could be pushed open easily.

A pair of small hands slowly covered An Ming's eyes from behind. Hot and humid breath hit his ears, and a familiar voice came, "Guess who I am?"

"It must be March. No, it must be Xing. Let me think about it. It must be Uncle Yang!"

"I'm going to be angry!"

"Yingbao, I was wrong."

An Ming apologized quickly, and when his hands fell, he saw Liuying with a puffy face. He wanted to hold that little hand with a smile on his face, but was quickly avoided.

Liuying turned around angrily, but after a few minutes she couldn't help laughing when she saw An Ming standing there obediently. "As punishment for not guessing, you choose one."

"Well, that option—"

"Well..."

Before An Ming could finish his words, Liuying pressed him against the wardrobe, her cherry-colored lips still tasted slightly sweet.

He could only see Liuying's beautiful eyes that were like the glow of the sunset, as if they were telling the most touching love words. For a moment, he almost couldn't hold the take-away box in his hand steadily.

The other hand embraced Liuying's waist and responded to her passionate kiss.

Creak... It was far from a noticeable sound, more like the sound of wind blowing the door. Besides, no one would pay attention to it in this situation.

By the time the two of them ended their long kiss, the door had already closed tightly.