Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

After deliberation, Wind Slave is the most suitable candidate. +++All Tanmei novels: www.wuxiaspot.como What's more, Feng Nu is a soft persimmon in his eyes, just pinch it!

"If someone wants me, I will sell myself."

Listen! Is this still human? Feng Nu wanted to know what she wanted to know today, and she didn't want to give much thought to such a shameful father. Here, she also didn't want to stay longer.

She pulled out the salt water needle in her hand and said to Yi Feng, "Let's go! I don't want to stay here."

Thinking that there was Doctor Xie at home, he also prepared medicine, and he could go home without hanging up here, so Yi Feng agreed, and took Feng Nu to leave without looking back.

Feng Qiang's voice came from behind: "You really leave me behind! I don't have money, I'm going to die here!"

"Don't worry! We'll pay for your medical bills." Yi Long didn't want to hear his noisy voice anymore, and immediately blocked his ears, and left the sentence.

Seeing that the young lady and master were gone, Steward Cheng hurried to catch up and drive. As for the matter here, wait for him to go back and say hello to the dean here!

Zhang Ergou just woke up from the kitchen at this time. He knelt all night last night. Afterwards, he was completely exhausted and fell asleep on his knees. Now he is aching all over!

He checked the time, it was already afternoon, there was no noise in the kitchen, it seemed that the young master and the young lady were out!

Damn! What a sin is this! Not long after he came to work, he was punished for kneeling. Although his salary was increased, he was kneeling for most of the night! Life is really not easy!

Next time he has to be a little behaved, but he can't give this shrewd housekeeper Cheng any more clues! When he turned around, he had to beg the lady, and next time there was such a thrilling outing, he would call the steward Cheng to get out of the car. He wouldn't come to this muddy water.

His old mother and the little guy who is waiting to be fed are all waiting for him to make money and go back to support him. He can't have any accidents!

Following Brother Dao's instructions, the boss picked up the tool and cut it sharply.

One-tenth of the original stone fell, and there were stones on both sides, and no emerald shadow was seen. The boss was also a little frustrated. He looked up and saw Brother Dao's cannibalistic eyes, as if he was going to kill him.

He picked up the boss's collar and squeezed his neck fiercely, "It's such a broken stone, you dare to take me 10 million, and you can return it to me within three seconds, or you will die!"

The boss couldn't speak because he was pinched, so he struggled desperately and motioned to Brother Dao to let him down. o

Brother Dao let out a nasty breath, then put him down, embraced his arms, and stared at him viciously.

"Isn't there a big piece left, do you want to cut it again?"

"I'm cutting your mother! Don't think I don't know what your turtle-sun made, I'll cut again, and you will refund me the money? Hurry up! Return the money to me."

Brother Dao asked the younger brother beside him to take a handkerchief and wipe his hands. Could it be that Feng Qiang cut off one of his arms that day, and was backlashed?

But the arm was chopped off by him, he didn't do it himself! If I do it again today, I am afraid that the God of Wealth will be completely scared away by him.

"It's impossible to refund you all ten million, at most you can get half of it." The boss can have such a big presence in this Shiming Curie also because there are people in his bureau. Although this brother is a gangster, he can After all, black is nothing but white. If he provokes him, even if he can't kill Brother Dao, he still has to take his skin off.

Seeing the two of you and me, Zhou Chengyuan's eyes were as cold as ice, and he stood up and said, "I heard that there is no rival in chess in the world. Zhou also likes to play chess very much. Zhou wants to learn from him. It's better than half an hour later. , In Zhou's study, how about the three rounds of the war between us two monarchs?"

Feng Yumo's face shrank slightly, then he pondered for a while and said, "Okay!"

Half an hour later...

Lan Qing'er was stunned by the situation in front of him!

In the middle is a huge chessboard, the design on both sides of the chessboard is very unique, each has a groove, at the end of the groove, there is a knife inserted!

The blade of the small knife is very sharp, shining coldly.

God... Is this chess?

Is this a game of chess? !

Zhou Chengyuan smiled and greeted Feng Yumo with his hand: "Your Highness, please sit down."

Taking a look at the settings on the chessboard, Feng Yu's eyes darkened slightly, without saying a word, he walked to the seat and sat down.

"His Royal Highness, do you know the name of this board?"

The slender fingers stroked the grooves, and Feng Yumo slowly said, "Blood chessboard."

Zhou Chengyuan’s eyes lit up: "That’s right! Playing chess is the best way to avoid rapid progress. Calmness is the style that a chess player should have. Your Highness, in this game, we both test not only chess skills, but also determination and ambition. No matter, your heart and soul are all set. Zhou thinks that His Highness should also be clear about the rules of chess on this board, right?"

Feng Yumo nodded. o

Seeing Feng Yumo's dignified expression, Lan Qing'er stood by anxious: "Wait a minute, can Qing'er ask about the rules of this blood chessboard?"

Zhou Chengyuan was about to speak, but Feng Yumo waved his hand and interrupted: "Qing'er, you can just watch by the side. Later, no matter what you see, you won't be able to speak, you know?"

Seeing Feng Yumo seemingly conceal something, Lan Qing'er was even more worried, but she swallowed when the words reached her lips. Feng Yumo's appearance at this time... made her very scared.

Quiet like a deep pool, there is a touch of despair on his face, and the cold air radiating from his body seems to be sweeping away everything in the world. The originally clear and bright eyes are also deep at this moment. , The blackness in his eyes burned the air around him, and everything as soon as his eyes flew ashes!

Feng Yumo...how could he have such a look?

Lan Qing'er pursed her mouth, do you really want her to sit on the sidelines?

"Qing'er, have you remembered?" Feng Yumo said again, pausing every word, which made people chilling.

Lan Qing'er gasped in cold air, clasped her hands tightly, and nodded.

Seeing Lan Qing'er agree, Feng Yumo turned his head and slowly drew the knife next to him. The blade pointed at his left wrist and his eyes swept towards Zhou Chengyuan.

A look of appreciation flashed across Zhou Chengyuan's eyes, and he also picked up a knife and placed it on his left wrist: "His Royal Highness, then let's start."

After the conversation, the two glanced at each other, the knife swiped quickly on the wrist, and blood ran down!

The moment Feng Yumo's left wrist cracked, Lan Qing'er was shocked and the blood faded from her face!

Heart, twisted into a ball!

The two of them sat down slowly, placing their **** hands on the groove of the chessboard, the blood flowed onto the chessboard, and they were quickly sucked in by the chessboard! A drop has never fallen elsewhere!

Zhou Chengyuan squinted his eyes slightly to bring out a touch of arrogance, picked up the black piece and placed it on the chessboard.

There was a flash in Feng Yu's black eyes, and his slender fingers picked up a white piece and placed it on the chess corner close to him.

Zhou Chengyuan raised his eyebrows, and Heizi fell next to Baizi.

Feng Yumo took another hold, and this time he was actually placed on the corner of the opponent's formation.

Zhou Chengyuan smiled softly: "His Royal Highness, you have to do your best, otherwise it won't be exciting next."

Feng Yumo remained silent, continuing his marching formation.

The blood of the two slowly flowed to the chessboard, and the chessboard gradually turned pale red. Lan Qing'er watched the scene with trepidation, blood spurting from her pulse, this kind of pain was very painful, but Feng Yumo But it was extremely calm, and there was no trace of pain on his face, as if his wrist was not his!

Feng Yumo's blood was bleeding, and her heart was bleeding too!

Doesn't it hurt? Does it really hurt? !

But her heart was so painful that she was suffocating!

The two were playing chess quietly, and she watched from the side anxiously, and the first game ended.

Feng Yumo lost.

"Hahaha!" Zhou Chengyuan laughed wildly, clicked his acupuncture point, took a piece of cloth and tied his wound: "Your Highness, I've accepted it."

Feng Yumo's face was slightly pale, and he smiled faintly: "Continue."

Zhou Chengyuan

He glanced at the wound on Feng Yumo's hand: "Can your Highness hold it?"

"Don't worry, the rules shouldn't be messy," Feng Yumo turned his head to look at Lan Qing'er with a calm expression: "Qing'er, can you get a cup of hot tea for your husband?"

Lan Qing'er nodded, forcibly enduring the tears that were about to flood, turned around and touched her eyes, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Feng Yumo.

Looking at Lan Qing'er with red eyes, Feng Yumo patted her on the head lightly: "Qing'er don't worry, husband is fine, come, give her a sip of tea."

Lan Qing'er sniffed, removed the tea lid, blew the heat, and handed it to Feng Yumo's mouth.

After taking a sip of tea, Feng Yumo raised his hand: "It's fine." Turning his eyes to look at Zhou Chengyuan: "Mr. Zhou, please!"

"Okay, please!" Zhou Chengyuan sat down and quickly picked up a black chess, this time it was still in the center of the chessboard.

A faint smile appeared in Feng Yumo's eyes, as if confidently, he held up a white child and placed it next to the sunspot.

Zhou Chengyuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness has changed tactics, Zhou would like to see and see." After the words, Heizi placed him next to Baizi.

Feng Yumo’s blood was flowing, and the chessboard became more and more red, faintly, and a mist appeared on the chessboard. The mist gradually submerged into the black and white, as if the black and white turned into a figure. With the two players' moves, they kill each other.

Heizi's offensive was very fierce, and Baizi was so horribly cleared that he looked at a large group of fallen white figures, Lan Qing'er's heart touched her throat!

Yu, you can't lose anymore, if you lose again, your blood will run out!

Once the human body loses 40% of its blood, it will be hard to save the gods!

Injury to the artery, the blood flow is not small!

Bai Zi retreats on the chessboard, and Feng Yumo's hand holding the chess trembles slightly. At the end of the game, the move is unstable. It takes two or three times to hold the move. Feng Yumo's face is even worse. There is no blood!

Lan Qing'er felt tight, no, Feng Yumo shed a lot of blood, and he couldn't let him shed like this anymore!

He can't hold it!

After taking a step forward, he saw Feng Yumo's hand sway towards her, Lan Qing'er had a pause, and saw a white chess on that slender finger.

Feng Yu's ink hand trembled a little, and slowly placed the white chess somewhere on the chessboard. Seeing this, Zhou Chengyuan froze on the spot!

Pale lips smiled, Feng Yumo weakly said, "Mr. Zhou, you lost."

With a snap, the chess in Zhou Chengyuan's hand fell, and a pair of eagle eyes looked at the blood-colored chessboard without thinking.

Impossible, how is this possible! This seemingly sloppy game of chess surrounded his sunspots heavily because of the continuity of a piece of chess, and he unexpectedly got stuck in the enemy's encirclement!

Careless, he cares! He only cared about killing blindly and was immersed in the pleasure of killing, but he could not think that a skynet had already been thrown at him, slowly netting him, leaving him nowhere to escape!

Seeing that the victory was divided, Lan Qing'er hurriedly stepped forward to help, took the medical bandage, and tightly tied Feng Yumo's wrist.

She regrets that if she had known this, she would bring more medicines to let Feng Yumo feel relieved!

Holding his hand, facing the palm of his hand, Lan Qing'er saw Zhou Chengyuan still in a daze.

Lose, call you arrogant! Lose badly!

Feng Yumo leaned on Lan Qing'er, closed his eyes slightly, and panted lightly. It took a while to slowly say: "Qing'er, it's okay, I'm fine."

The situation is a tie, and whoever wins depends on the final game.

Zhou Chengyuan slowly returned to his senses, seeing Lan Qing'er's incomplete sleeves, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Skin is like fat, beautiful jade is radiant, there is such a stunning person in the world...

Perceiving the strangeness in Zhou Chengyuan's eyes, Feng Yumo's eyes darkened slightly, took a deep breath, sat up straight, and said coldly, "Mr. Zhou, can the third game begin?"