The little master villain who talks nonsense to death, escapes from the beautiful woman, gets xed with a cold face, double standards, is inconsistent with the right way, attacks
In the 18th year of Yuanjia, the entire Sang family in Nanlu was wiped out. Their only son, Sang Jing, escaped death. It was rumored that he was rich in treasures. Some even believed that he was the murderer of the Sang family's destruction.
Sang, the treasure-carrying murderer, Jing: "Master Qingtian, you are wronged!"
The wall fell and everyone pushed him. Young Master Sang was too arrogant in his early years and caused many troubles. Seeing that he was about to be pulled out by cramps, Young Master Sang had no choice but to embark on the road of exile, relying on deception and sweet talk to save his life.
There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. I don't know who invited the evil god Fu Ersi. The first time I met Sang Jing, I almost got a hole in his eye. If I can't offend him, why can't I hide from him? He endures it! After having no choice but to eat one meal all day long, she was full of energy but not enough. After being pointed at the neck with a sword again, Sang Jing calmly tidied herself up in the puddle, wiped the dust off her body, hugged the visitor's thigh on the spot and shouted: "Brother, please give me something to eat. Only when I am full can I have the strength to go on the road..."
Zhao Yi: "..."
Half an hour later, Sang Jing was eating a table of delicacies from the mountains and the sea. He was full of wine and food, and he had the strength to do things again. Regardless of anything else, Zhaoyi's figure and appearance were exactly what he wanted. Sang Jing's heart began to stir: "Zhaoyi, if I obey you today, will you imprison me in the Fuei Division?"
Zhao Yi said calmly: "How could it be possible? Don't I love you so much that I can't help it?"
Sang Jing's scalp suddenly exploded, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Zhaoyi, I suddenly want to go back to Fuaisi. Let's go quickly. It's dark and it's hard to get on the road."
Intention: In troubled times, the original intention is the most difficult
