Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The expressions of the two people changed at the same time, and they looked at each other. In this small place of Jiajing, how could someone pretend to be His Majesty? Could it be that Song Chaoguo made a private visit on Weibo?

Fang Lang frowned, and was about to find the source of the sound. But he heard a voice from a small attic next to him: "Your Majesty!" This time the voice was louder, and with a hint of urgency.

He quickly raised his head, and poured a basin of water in front of him. Fang Lang's eyes were quick and his hands almost took a wrong step to get out of the way. But the little beggar didn't have such a sensitive sense as he did. He poured a basin of water on his body, and it was all wet. The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and pointed at the attic and began to curse. A figure also protruded from the attic, beating and scolding him: "Let you avoid it, are you deaf?"

Only then did the little beggar suddenly realize that he was wrong, so he glanced up viciously. Turning his head to greet Fang Lang to leave, but Fang Lang looked at him strangely. The little beggar looked down, but saw that his clothes were soaked through. She was originally dressed in thin clothes and was dirty and messy before, and she couldn't see the top. But at this time, the clothes were wet, and the old clothes were stuck together, making them look very thin. She is thirteen or fourteen years old and does not have Zhang Cheng's body, so she is not charming, but in this era, she is still attractive. Even in modern times, there are uncles who are obsessed with little lolitas.

Thirteen cardamoms and fourteen youths, fifteen is considered an older woman. The great writer Su Shi liked thirteen-year-old girls. He often bought them for two days and then sold them out, and then bought another one. What else can the little beggar do? He immediately kicked Fang Lang and said angrily, "What are you looking at? Shut your eyes."

Fang Lang also reacted quickly, holding her ankle with his backhand, and said angrily: "Where are you thinking, I really want to see your arm."

He grabbed the ankle of the little beggar, so the atmosphere was incomparable. When he turned his head and looked at the excited wrist, there was a long and thin bloodstain. Obviously he was scratched by a stone accidentally just now, but he didn't study abroad, and he had no idea. There is no need for offspring these days, and a wound is fine, even if it is tetanus, it will be fine if you take some medicine.

She was dressed in a beggar's clothes, and she was already in a mess, so it would be bad if the wound got infected. Thinking of this, he realized that he had misunderstood Fang Lang, but refused to apologize, and hummed, "Let go!"

Fang Lang quickly let go of her ankles, lifted her robe and said privately: "Bandage it up, and I'll buy you a suit of clothes along the way, you're wet, if you get typhoid fever at night, you'll be fine."

The little beggar felt somewhat warm, wrinkled his nose and snorted, "I'm not that weak, please be kind."

Fang Lang showed a warm smile, obviously not minding. Of course, it's not that he doesn't mind, it's just that he feels somewhat guilty now. The little beggar was drenched in water, and his original appearance showed a little bit. From the beginning, Fang Lang concluded that she was a beauty embryo, but now it saves the word "embroidery".

This little girl is really a natural beauty, her beauty is like his peach blossom, fresh and gorgeous. Danhong makes spring, and autumn water makes eyes. Yuanyuan has a small face with extremely delicate features. Whichever one jumps out of the body is rare in the world, and when put together, it is fascinating.

Now that she is still young and her temperament has not yet been cultivated, in a few years, I am afraid that some people will get this little girl even if they don't want to be an emperor.

Coupled with the wet look just now, although Fang Lang has no special hobbies, he is also fascinated.

The two went down the mountain road, and Fang Lang couldn't help but drag her to buy clothes. This time he also showed a bit of domineering, not allowing little beggars to talk about it. The strange thing is, facing his tyranny, the little beggar didn't resist much, but naturally refused to bow his head verbally. Now that she bought clothes, Fang Lang naturally refused to let her live outside, so she got a room for her to rest at night, and asked someone to prepare hot water for a bath.

Although the little beggar never resisted, he didn't look good either. After entering the room, he closed the door with a bang, and locked Fang Lang outside. Fang Lang wanted to see how she would put on her clothes, but he had no chance at this time. There was nothing to say all night, and Fang Lang got up early the next morning. When I arrived at the door of the little beggar, I couldn't hear the activity of quinoa. Fang Lang was afraid that she would run away, so he stopped for a while longer before he heard the lazy sound of getting up.

He was not in a hurry and went downstairs to ask for a drink and food to wait for him, and then he went downstairs. He suddenly noticed a table of people, and his expression moved slightly. The people at this table were all dressed in snow-white clothes, the leader was a handsome man, and the rest were all very beautiful young girls. The girls, like the men, were all dressed in white clothes like snow, and their purple was extraordinary, and they also had a slight sense of immortality on their bodies. Not to mention the man in white, with snow-white clothes, handsome foreign trade, slightly high nose bridge, white lips, bright eyes like water, with a feminine beauty.

The people who came and went and those in Jiajing Building couldn't help but look at the people at this table, some with jealousy, some with envy, and some with obsession.

Needless to say, there are many men who are secretly well-behaved, even if the reserved lady boss sneaks out to take a look, her color is full of water, and she is obviously fascinated by this man. And those women are also purple junior high school, and the gathering of a few people is even more unreasonable.

No matter which one you marry home, you can be happy for most of your life. However, despite the charm of these women, they did not have the slightest look of arrogance. Instead, they were respectful to the man, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

The man is even more arrogant, looking down on anyone. He attracted so many eyes, but he didn't pay attention to anyone at all.

Fang Lang was curious about the identities of these people, but he quickly looked away. On the contrary, the man saw the curiosity in his eyes, and immediately looked back.

Fang Lang sat on the seat not far from the man, asked Xiao Er to serve a table of leeks and vegetables, and ate at the door while waiting for the little beggar to come down. Suddenly, an unusual atmosphere struck. Fang Lang raised his head subconsciously, but all eyes were on the stairs. Fang Lang

I also subconsciously looked over, and my eyes lit up suddenly.

On the stairs, a woman as beautiful as the world came slowly. A pink dress, like a flower in full bloom. Her appearance instantly dimmed the brilliance of those women in white clothes, and almost no one was looking at them.

The beauty of this woman is different from the beauty of those few women who do not provoke the smoke and dust in the world. It is a beauty like the surging autumn water and the blue waves of the river and sea. It seems that as soon as she appears, the entire Jiajing Tower is in a peach garden, full of fragrance.

The girl was watched by so many people, her face turned pink when she felt a little hot. She lowered her head unnaturally, caught a glimpse of Fang Lang from the corner of her eyes, and then she had a backbone, and she gave him a hard look and said, "Don't you know what you told me when you got up? Just eat by yourself!" ..