The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 8: Fuck you!

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Brother Yanmao came up suddenly, stretched out his slender fingers, and flicked the void in front of Huan Qingyan, as if he was doing a strange probe.

Illusion Qingyan immediately said with a serious face, “What are you doing? Are men and women giving or receiving…”

Brother Yimao gave a light chit, the mockery was obvious.

Huan Qingyan was annoyed by this soft chick, and slapped her slender hands with a slap, and flew away.

“Yes, sister is very fat, but so what? Is it still a big girl, okay? You wear a big hat and dare not even look at your face, so you look Isn’t that handsome? Calling you a handsome guy is just a matter of politeness. Would you dare to take off your brim and let my sister have a look?”

Brother Limao’s hand became stiff, half-hit, “Women are so dry.”

Women are so dry? Hey, boy, it’s getting gender discrimination!

Yuan Qingyan grabbed his sleeves, “This lady now suspects that you are the murderous madman who recently appeared in the Imperial Capital. You are not allowed to go. Follow me to see an officer. There may be a reward. Come here, here. Murderer has appeared…”

Hmph, let you say sister Tianzao, then Tianzao will show you.

Brother Yanmao didn’t expect that she would dare to catch him. As soon as she let go of her cold aura, Huan Qingyan shivered for no reason.

Just in the distance came the panicked shouts of the maids, “Miss, Miss, where are you! Miss…”

“Here, this lady caught a murderous madman, come here to help, help…”

As she shouted vigorously, her hand suddenly loosened, and her hand that had grasped Brother Hat’s sleeve was empty!

The figure of Brother Yanmao has disappeared in the depths of the woods.

Huan Qingyan didn’t know how he got rid of her gripped hand, she felt like a gust of wind disappeared.

A weird line flashed into Huan Qingyan’s mind. Could this be the legendary wind-like man?

Ah!

The food-eating disease didn’t heal, what happened to the **** disease again?

***

In a place that Huan Qingyan could not see, Jimo Ya was already standing in the speeding car above the sky.

“Young Master, have you found anything?”

Jimoya reclined thoughtfully and returned to a comfortable seat, not eager to take off the cap.

“Not for the time being.” If you say yes, it is that Miss Fantasy Mansion is a little strange. An ordinary person can actually control the ant colony? It would be fine if she was a spiritualist, but she was clearly just a fat chick who was too ordinary.

“The young master, what shall we do now?”

“The scenery of the Chuiyun Empire is pretty good. Let’s stay here for a few days.” Jimo Ya casually played with the gauze on the brim with one hand, revealing half of his chin, as fine and perfect as a knife, cold white The skin color is also dotted with a little beard scum, showing its masculinity. The oblique arc clearly shows an incomparable nobleness and elegance.

“Would you like to go to the Chuiyun Palace? I think they will show a hundred thousand points of enthusiasm to welcome you, Young Master…” This is not an exaggeration, Jimo family members, wherever they go.

Moreover, the young master is the heir to the family.

“Not for the time being, you can get an identity at will.” Jimo Ya lazily.

“Yes, my subordinates understand.”

The speed car turned into a silver light and landed.

***

The place where Madame Huan lives is the Joyful Courtyard.

Huan Qingyan came out of the grove and picked up the grass and leaves hanging on her body. She didn’t bother to go back and change her clothes and came here directly.

The women at the gate of Xifuyuan welcomed her in with a smile.