The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 58 Little guy, you can't do it

Luo Jia felt the ridicule in Yun Cheng's words.

Immediately raised his head seriously, looked into Yun Cheng's eyes: "Yes!"

"For me, Yuncheng is the most shining light in my life."

Yun Cheng got a little closer to Luo Jia, and Luo Jia suddenly leaned back, revealing his fragile neck.

Yun Cheng squeezed it tightly: "Then let me see how bright your light is?"

Yun Cheng squeezed Luo Jia's hand and slowly tightened it. Luo Jia's face flushed with discomfort, but he looked at Yun Cheng stubbornly, without flinching in the slightest.

Those eyes seemed to be able to speak, even though Luo Jia didn't speak, Yun Cheng had already heard what he wanted to say: Yun Cheng is more important than life to me.

But this kind of performance made Yun Cheng's eyes colder and colder. She wanted to see if this so-called life was more important than life, whether it was true or not.

It seemed that some bad memories were brought back, Yun Cheng's eyes became colder and colder, and Luo Jia's bones became colder.

Luo Jia felt that breathing gradually became more and more difficult, and there was no way to get a little more air.

The lungs began to burn more and more hot, and the whole brain was a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen, but it was still full of the shadow of Yun Cheng.

In fact, Luo Jia didn't know why, obviously...

Obviously, he has never met Yun Cheng a few times, nor has he been with Yun Cheng for long.

But Luo Jia just knew that this was his own salvation and everything to him.

Luo Jia's eyes gradually closed, and the little black face kept screaming in the space: 【Ahhh! ! !Ahhh! ! 】

【Owner! !Owner! !Let go, master! 】

【Owner!Please, let go! 】

[If he dies, we will all die, Master! 】

Yun Cheng let go, Luo Jia supported his neck, lying on the ground breathing in fresh air, looking extremely embarrassed, but he didn't care.

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but he said: "For me, Yuncheng is more important than life."

If Yun Cheng looked down now, he could even see the paranoia and darkness in the depths of Luo Jia's eye sockets that were too late to restrain.

Almost suffocating.

Yun Cheng laughed instead, and things are getting more and more interesting. Whether it is Luo Jia or the little black face, whose conspiracy is it?
Since you want to play, then play with you.

"Little guy, you can't."

Luo Jia was instantly choked by these words, he stopped coughing, and he didn't bend his waist anymore!
Blushing and retorting: "You!!! I can do it, you have to try to know!"

Yun Cheng looked at Luo Jia with raised eyebrows, and deliberately made things difficult: "My partner needs to be strong enough to crush the void, soft enough to pinch his shoulders and beat his back, a martial artist to go to heaven and earth to protect me, Wen Neng to recite poems and compose Fu to make me happy, Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, female culinary arts, all are proficient, because I can’t do any of them, I am good at both medicine and poison, and forging weapons to train soldiers is a unique skill. He has to be as proficient as me to have a common language with me.”

"you?"

"I can't understand literature, I can't do martial arts, I am delicate and weak, and one is disabled. I have mastered nine of the six arts, and I don't know anything. I have never heard of medicine and poison refining, so you can't do it!"

After Yun Cheng finished speaking in a very fast tone, he fixedly looked at Luo Jia, waiting for him to feel ashamed and let go.

But he never thought about it, but Luo Jia laughed even more happily: "I remember everything Yun Cheng said one by one. You can learn all the arts and martial arts. I am weak and disabled, and I can be raised well. What does Yun Cheng want me to be?" That's what I am."

"It's okay, you have to try it to know."

　after many years:
　　Luo Jia still remembered today's little enemy, so he asked unwillingly: "Can I do it?"

　　Yun Cheng pushed it down, and after one night: "Is it okay?"

　　Luo Jia's face was pale, and he forcibly took drugs to support himself. It was a matter of a man's dignity: "Okay!"

　　It was another night, and Yun Cheng asked lightly: "Is it okay?"

　　Luo Jia gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

　　……

　　"it's OK?"

　　"No, no, woo woo, Roja can't..."

　　"Woooooh, Yuncheng, you are a bad silver!!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)