Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 222 The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 60

But this man was very strange. He wore a bamboo hat, never revealed his real name, and left after delivering the information. He had a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

The only impression everyone has of him is that he is addicted to alcohol.

Therefore, he was nicknamed a drunkard.

Quan Jiu tried to recruit this person again and again, but he heard that this person was withdrawn and kept to himself, so no one would be able to find him.

Quan Jiu: "Is there any news about him?"

"I have to send someone to investigate first and let you know as soon as I have any news."

…

The news will come soon.

Three days ago, someone saw traces of a drunkard in Taohuawu.

Quan Jiu plans to try his luck.

People were coming and going in Taohuawu, and she mingled among them wearing men's clothes, causing many young women to turn their heads frequently.

Quan Jiu: "I know that no matter what gender you are, there is no place for my sister's charm."

001: "Don't be so cruel, what if you end up being a pig in your next life?"

Quan Jiu: "Then I am also a white, tender and golden little suckling pig."

001: "..."

Quan Jiu followed the information given by Emperor Yong and found a tavern in Taohuawu.

There were people coming and going in the tavern, so she went straight to the shopkeeper and asked about the drunkard.

"I know this guy! He spent the whole day drinking in my tavern with nothing to do. His temper was very bad, and he got into fights with customers several times..."

When Quan Jiu heard that Quan Jiu had a bad temper, his suspicions in his heart became even more intense.

"What does he look like?"

The shopkeeper thought for two seconds and said, "It looks just like that."

Quan Jiu became confused again.

How can Mo Xi’s appearance be considered average?

"Where are the others?"

"At this point, I'm probably sharpening my hairpins in the yard."

Quan Jiu was confused: "Grinding a hairpin?"

The shopkeeper explained:

"The old drunkard has a precious hairpin. No one can touch it. Anyone who touches it will chop off his hands. I guess he will keep it for his wife in the future. I just don't know if any girl who doesn't have a good eye will fall in love with such a drunkard..."

Quan Jiu didn't listen any more and walked to the backyard.

Different from the noisy front hall, the backyard was empty and quiet. Under the dense sycamore tree, a man in a black robe had his back to her, lowering his head and polishing something seriously.

When Quan Jiu saw this figure, his heart trembled and he called out that very familiar name.

"Moxi?"

The man's action of sharpening the hairpin paused slightly, then continued the action as if he hadn't heard it.

Quan Jiu walked over and finally saw the man's face clearly.

It is just as the shopkeeper said, it is an ordinary face that most people will forget after seeing it.

She reached out and touched her jawline.

The man sharpened his hairpin for a moment, then stretched out his hand to stop her.

"Isn't it good that the girl is so frivolous?"

Quan Jiu frowned.

Even the voice doesn't sound like Mo Xi.

"Two dogs, let me smell it."

001: "Please be careful with your wording."

Quan Jiu: "What a mess!"

001 Master doesn't remember the faults of villains. He glanced at the man and nodded:

"Consider you lucky."

The corners of Quan Jiu's mouth curved slightly, and the tense nerves relaxed smoothly.

She lifted the man's chin with her fingertips and deliberately approached his lips, speaking in a hoarse and sultry tone.

"I just like frivolous young men like this."

Mo Xi: “…………”

He suspected she recognized him.

But think about it carefully, she didn't reveal any flaws, how could she know?

He smelled the long-lost aroma of Quan Liquor, and all the blood in his body suddenly came to life:

"Girl, please respect yourself."

Quan drinks like a smile but not a smile:

"Self-respect? I don't respect myself. What can you do to me?"

This wolf cub can do it. He disappeared for so long and never came back to look for her.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and her aura of aggression became stronger. She was approaching Moxi step by step. Moxi had to retreat, and she was soon forced in front of the sycamore tree, with her back pressed against the thick trunk.

Mo Xi frowned: "If you keep doing this, I'll have to call someone..."

"Shout! Even if you scream until your throat is broken today, no one will come to save you!"

He is a drunkard and a scoundrel, looking like he is teasing women from good families.

She couldn't believe that this wolf cub could hold it all in without revealing his secret.

Just when she grabbed Mo Xi's chin and prepared to force the bow, the sound of a wine jar breaking suddenly came from behind her.

When Quan Jiu turned around, he saw the shopkeeper looking at her and Mo Xi with wide eyes, a look of astonishment on his face.

She confidently said:

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Have you never seen a civilian man raped?"

The shopkeeper stammered: "You...you continue..."

He stared at Quan Jiufengshen's handsome face, and then at the ordinary Mo Xi, completely unable to understand this combination of beauty and beast.

Mo Xi took the opportunity to hold Quan Jiu's hand and wanted to take it away, but as soon as the woman's small hand with skin as smooth as gelatin came into his, he was completely reluctant to let go.

Just hold it for a while, hold it for a while and then let go...

He secretly worked on his own psychological construction.

Quan Jiu noticed his little thoughts and held the back of his hand tightly without letting go.

A smile flashed across Mo Xi's eyes, but when he thought of his current situation, the smile that had not yet spread suddenly stopped...

He took his hand out of Quanjiu's palm, and the aura around him became much more alienated.

Quan Jiu felt the change in him, his eyes flashed, and he didn't force him anymore, he just found a reason to drag him to drink.

The two drank until the evening, and Quan Jiu then sent him back to his room.

Quan Jiu patted his shoulder:

"Brother, have a good rest tonight."

Mo Xi stared at the swaying and charming woman, and finally felt uneasy, so he supported Quan Jiu back to her room.

But just when he was about to leave, the woman who had closed her eyes suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his wrist. Her eyes filled with drunkenness were clear and cold, and she was not even drunk at all.

"Are you pretending to be drunk?"

Mo Xi turned around and wanted to leave immediately, but the blood in his body was boiling and heat waves surged. He looked at Quan Jiu in disbelief:

"Did you spike the wine?"

Quan Jiu sat astride the bed with a domineering look on his face:

"Didn't I learn this from you?"

Mo Xi: “…………”

Sure enough, it was revealed.

Quan Jiu pulled the whip around his waist, turned his head and moved his neck:

"How come the third prince turned into a chaste and fierce man after not seeing him for a year?"

Mo Xi: “…………”

He frowned and endured the discomfort:

"Stop making trouble and give me the antidote."

Quan Jiu twitched the whip, and the whip whizzed in the air. She looked unruly.

"Antidote? Don't even think about it! Mo Xi, unless you are yang-wei today, even if the Emperor comes, I will still take you to sleep today!!"

Mo Xi's face darkened slightly.

Ten minutes later.

Quan Jiu looked at Mo Xi who was "as motionless as a mountain" and silently raised his hand to slap himself.

She was wrong.

She shouldn't poison herself.

She looked at Mo Xi, who had a cold face, and lowered his face to be warm and coaxing.

"My dear, it's not that it can't be cured. This kind of thing is actually normal..."

Mo Xi moved his body, facing the wall, and turned his back to her with anger.

——I am the dividing line——

Jingchuantang: "He is so pitiful."

Feng Zhuo: "So pitiful."

Xu Zhu: "I suggest you two suppress the raised corners of your mouth first."

Jingchuantang: "It was the corner of the mouth that moved first, it's none of my business."

Feng Zhuo: "Actually, we are all brothers."

Jingchuantang: "Yes, good brother!"

Feng Zhuo: "As a brother, I can do some things for you."

Jingchuantang actively raised his hand: "I can do it too!"

Mo Xi silently pulled out his sword and pointed it at a certain author named Yu:

"I have no enmity with you, why do you want to harm me?"

A certain Yu who is not afraid of death:

"I can't help it. There are too many recommendation votes from readers. I have to find some fun for everyone."

The knife rises and falls.

A certain Yu.

Death.

Good night everyone hahaha

(End of chapter)