RPAGF Chapter 528 What Does It Taste Like?
Chapter 528 What Does It Taste Like?
The villa is very large; one of its bedrooms is the same size as a three-bedroom apartment in an average home, and there are three doors.
Bai Yisha looked at what appeared to be a doorway, but was actually another side of the bedroom.
It was quite a coincidence that someone was lying on the sofa in front of us.
Lying inside was none other than Cheng Wangxun, the young master of Kyoto.
"Second Ancestor, are you inside? I've come looking for you..."
Cheng Wangxun: "?"
What's going on?
He strained to look up, his eyes wide with surprise.
Isn't that the voice of his ancestor?
Was he hallucinating?
He had just gone out to find Lu Jingyan's bedroom, muttering to himself as he opened each room, but eventually his patience wore thin and he kicked the door open.
When I was completely exhausted, I collapsed onto the sofa.
His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he could no longer hear the sounds clearly.
This was the first time in the young master's life that he had been drugged.
I felt so frustrated.
He held his breath in time, but still inhaled a lot of the smell, and returned cursing all the way.
Bai Yisha staggered along, as if she had been drinking fake alcohol. Before she knew it, she tripped and fell straight into the sofa.
"boom--"
"hiss--"
Bai Yisha covered the person directly.
Cheng Wangxun then felt a sense of reality.
He instinctively put his arm around her waist, his starry eyes slightly narrowed, his mind a little foggy, and suddenly—
"Idiot?! It really is you?! Where are your clothes?!?"
He rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he were dreaming, a burning sensation washing over him.
Young Master Cheng's heart raced, and he buried his face in her arms, taking a sniff.
"What's that smell? It smells so good."
It's also a bit addictive.
He Zhizhou, who was originally fast asleep, frowned and woke up groggily after being disturbed by Cheng Wangxun.
But he still had no strength to move, as if he had taken some kind of muscle-relaxing powder from ancient martial arts novels.
what's the situation……
Headache.
"Ugh... What are you doing? Strange, I can't muster any strength. Stay away from me, I've been drugged... Hey, ugh!"
He Zhizhou: "??????"
Cheng, Wang Xun? ? ! ! !
What is he doing?!
He couldn't see what was happening over there, but he wasn't inexperienced, so he naturally knew what they were doing.
The usually aloof and composed He Zhizhou lost his composure at this moment.
He panicked.
His goodness!!!
How is this possible!!!
He clenched his fists with difficulty, and after getting up halfway, he fell down again.
A sense of despair arose in my heart.
Right now... in the small kitchen at the corner of the corridor.
Mu Shijin sat at the dining table.
He gazed at the steaming bowl of noodles before him, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly before quickly relaxing, as if that momentary hesitation were merely an illusion created by the light and shadow.
After searching for a while, I cooked myself a bowl of noodles.
Because he cooked the millet porridge until it dried up.
He picked up a mouthful of noodles; they were dull in color, limp and hanging between the chopsticks, lacking any chewiness.
He hesitated before putting the noodles into his mouth, his usually lazy eyes freezing for a fleeting moment, a barely perceptible ripple of barely suppressed emotion passing through the depths of his pupils.
It tastes...awful.
His chewing became extremely slow, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty before he could barely swallow the mouthful of food.
The next second, he vomited.
A complex, incredulous look flashed across his straight nose and tightly pursed lips, and the lines of his mouth became somewhat stiff.
How could he make noodles that look like shit?
He picked up his water glass and took a big gulp, trying to wash away the strange taste in his mouth—perhaps it was too salty, or perhaps it had a strange sour taste or was too alkaline.
Then, he would put down his chopsticks, look away, and take a deep breath.
Suppressing the urge to curse Bai Yisha, I threw everything into the trash can and decided to move to another floor to check out other small kitchens.
He wandered around for a while, and after only one floor, he smelled the aroma of desserts and raised an eyebrow.
"Finally, we have something to eat."
He was unaware of what was happening in Bai Yisha's room and was enjoying his meal.
Jiang Fan stood at the door, staring menacingly at Mu Shijin's figure, his anger practically bursting from his eyes.
……
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse; something exquisite seemed to float in the air and envelop her.
Like that fairy who treads on the moon.
Like Consort Huaqing.
Cheng Wangxun, this peerless young master, also perished in battle.
The number of those killed was quite...
tragic.
Cheng Wangxun inhaled the unique fragrance emanating from her body; his nose was filled with the scent of locust blossoms.
It looks a bit like jasmine, and a bit like weeds.
Fascinated.
At that time, Bai Yisha's role changed, and it is unknown which play she entered or which famous role she became.
Dazed and confused, blank and dazed.
She insisted on climbing up and staring at him face to face.
Like He Zhizhou, Cheng Wangxun was unable to move, but he showed no panic whatsoever.
She was close to him, her eyes clear and bright like will-o'-the-wisps.
It deeply bewitched him.
Let her do as she pleases.
"Fool……"
Cheng Wangxun was already lost in confusion.
Some things are simply learned without a teacher.
There was an orderly flow of people in and out.
The depth has a temperature.
Like He Zhizhou, he was also unable to move, but at least he had strength, and he let Bai Yisha do whatever she wanted.
Anyway, we've already fallen.
Let's make the world even crazier.
Her long hair spread out, blooming like an orchid.
"uh-huh--"
The two of them exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
Bai Yisha gasped and fell into his arms, beginning to mumble incoherently.
"As the saying goes, a woman with a graceful demeanor, a refined and genuine spirit, delicate skin and well-proportioned figure, possesses a deep and solitary heart."
How could Cheng Wangxun withstand such a commotion?
This is a fairy.
She's an absolutely deadly vixen!!!
Or perhaps a vampire...
She's trying to kill me!
[Cheng Wangxun's favorability +100, total favorability 200, double favorability reward of 10 points of merit.]
Cheng Wangxun muttered a couple of times: "Never mind, even a fairy is the most beautiful and adorable little fairy."
"Little vixen, look at me."
"Ok?"
"Hehehe, so cute, I love it to death."
……
……
"Boom."
He Zhizhou struggled to his feet, rolled to the ground, and was now desperately crawling over, his eyes bloodshot.
Then......
"Thump, gurgle gurgle..."
Cheng Wangxun fainted.
He fared worse, rolling off the sofa and being pulled back by Bai Yisha.
Young Master Cheng rolled over to He Zhizhou's side and fainted.
He Zhizhou: "..."
He Zhizhou: ".............................."
He looked at Cheng Wangxun's face and slapped him.
"Snapped."
I have no strength left, I really have no strength left.
He wanted to kill him.
Suddenly, a voice came.
"This, my...room? Strange...what's that smell?"
He Zhizhou: "?"
He suddenly looked up, his face as black as could be, and he was anxious to break through the sky.
"Good boy... quick, run..."
What should we do?
His goodness...
What should we do?!
Damn it, Li Jiayin!!