My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader

My Wife Is Demon Sect Leader Chapter 80

2022-01-09

Chapter 80 The beautiful woman throws the pot in the night

"Husband, what are you sighing?"

Zhao Qingmei packed up Finished, walked over to An Jing with a said curiously face.

Zhao Qingmei is wearing a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, mist and green grass. The cherry lips are red and red, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are soft in the wind, adding a bit of seductive style. .

"No, I was thinking that the weather is really nice." An Jing looked up at the dim sky.

"It's getting dark today, don't lie to me."

Zhao Qingmei put her palm on An Jing's arm, her beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking, Said: "Tell me, is there something to hide from me? I always feel like I'm being kept in the dark by you."

Feeling the warm body temperature, as well as the delicate fragrance that permeates the nose, An Jing Unable to help himself, he chuckled: "Madam, everything I said is true."

"Really?" Zhao Qingmei gave An Jing a suspicious look.

"How could there be something hidden from you?"

An Jing said solemnly: "You know my length, I know your depth, we are the closest people,"

"Death! It's not serious! It's on the street, you're not afraid others will hear it."

Zhao Qingmei's heart suddenly felt like a restless, flushing flushed to the root of her neck, she couldn't help but whisper : "Let's go to dinner, we have to go to the night market later, it's not good to be late."

"Then I'll close now." An Jing heard that and put away the broom.

"No, Third Master won't go either. Just let him watch at home and get medicine."

"He won't go?"

"Yeah, he wants to read at home."

An Jing heard a move in her heart, this old bastard really was watching me.

Yu Prefecture City, Chengnan Night Market.

Brightly lit, the spring breeze is intoxicated, thousands of lights by the bridge reflect the blue clouds, the boats are full of exquisite silk fabrics, and women with heavy makeup can be seen everywhere inside and outside the high-rise buildings. Come on, it's endless.

Pedestrians are like weaving, the voice is full of people, it is a bustling and lively scene.

"There are so many people."

Tan Yun glanced all around and couldn't help but tsk tsk.

An Jing glanced at the tall buildings in the distance and said, "Of course there are many people, this is the busiest place in Yu Prefecture at night."

"If you're lucky , maybe you can see Brother Han."

He remembered clearly that in the early summer of this year, Han Wenxin would come to this night market on time every night.

Then clock in and clock in.

Zhao Qingmei lightly said with a smile: "We haven't seen Han Wenxin's brat for several days, and we don't know what happened. After we brought two boxes of wish cakes last time, we didn't see it again.

I'm not here either."

An Jing was also a little strange in his heart, he used to come to him for a drink every now and then, and he didn't know why he really didn't see him during this period of time.

"That kid Han Wenxin? You don't want to be a Heavenly Dog for me."

Tan Yun heard a snort, and then seemed to see something: "Miss, uncle, There is a pitching pot over there."

I saw a booth not far away, with several coarse cloth cushions placed in front of the booth, and three porcelain pitching pots in the back, the distance between the three pitching pots Arranged in order from near to far.

At this time, many people gathered at the pot pitching booth, watching the women sitting on the pitch throwing pots.

Seeing the face of the woman who was throwing the pot, An Jing immediately knew why so many people were watching.

The woman's skin is as white as snow, with a slightly pretty nose, red lips, and white teeth. She looks extremely beautiful, but it gives people a sense of arrogance and coldness.

I saw the woman kneeling on the mat, holding a feather arrow in her hand, constantly throwing it towards the whistle.

"Oh, it's a pity."

"It's almost."

The people around are watching carefully, they have never been like this today Seriously watching others throw the pot, and even feel sorry for it.

Dozens of feathered arrows in a row, without the slightest exception, all missed, and the stall owner had long been happy beside him, but he continued to comfort him.

"This lady, you are also skilled at throwing pots. You may be successful by throwing a few more times."

The woman seemed to have not heard the stall owner and the side. With a regretful sound, he just stared at the whistle pot in front of him, constantly projecting it. The feather arrows in his hand were gone, so he simply took out his purse and bought ten more.

"This woman is an expert."

An Jing looked at the woman's hand throwing the pot, secretly said in one's heart.

From the moment the woman took the pot, the moment her wrist turned, that kind of flexibility could not be achieved by an expert who is not a martial artist.

It's just that this woman is obviously an expert.

"Miss Dai, I often play this pot throwing game. Would you like me to teach you?"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

I saw Han Wenxin standing beside the woman with a smile on his face, rubbing his palms on his chest.

"It's really that kid Han Wenxin." Tan Yun said surprisedly.

Seeing this scene, An Jing seemed to feel familiar, and couldn't help but be surprised. Why is Han Wenxin becoming more and more sophisticated?

Or, everyone in this world is.

"Husband, is she better or me better?" Zhao Qingmei smiled and said softly.

"Of course, madam, you look good."

An Jing suddenly heart trembled and said hastily.

"Then you look so fascinated?" Zhao Qingmei kept smiling.

An Jing forced a smile and said: "No, I'm looking at Brother Han"

Tan Yun looked at An Jing strangely, "What's wrong with Han Wenxin? It's beautiful."

An Jing said meaningfully with a smile: "No, I'm waiting for Brother Han's performance."

Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun are a little confused, I don't understand the meaning of An Jing's words.

In the booth, Han Wenxin patted his own chest and said, "It's not me who blows it, this Yu Prefecture city throws a pot. If I say second, then no one will dare to recognize the first."

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An Jing became interested when she heard this, Han Wenxin, I still understand.

"No, thank you."

The woman said the first sentence, a little cold.

After finishing speaking, the woman will use the last feather arrow in her hand, but she still misses it.

"Well, this pot throwing is quite interesting."

At this moment, a sharp sound came from a distance, as if the hair was stuck in the throat. It makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Following the voice, it was a black clothed man with a hat.

The man can't see his appearance and age, but his sleeves and robes are wide, but if he looks closely, he does not have his palms outstretched. Obviously, his hands are incomplete, and there is a glazed jade pendant hanging around his waist. People in the rivers and lakes.

Tan Yun squinted his eyes when he saw the man, and then sounded transmission into his ears: "Sect Lord, this person may be the old man of the five Poison Sect, this person was born with broken hands, Relying on a pair of Wu hook and double moon legs to move the rivers and lakes, and according to my Human Sect information, he has indeed come to Jiangnan Road."

"If the woman next to me is not bad, it should be Dai Danshu. Daughter Dai Ling, didn't expect we met them here."

Thanks for my love of reading, my love for books, listening to songs, and the reward from the Purple Winged Devil! ! !

(end of this chapter)