Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

36. Does he like tender ones?

Chu Fan unconsciously grabbed the Kunlun sword hilt at his waist and leaned towards where Bi Fang was, "Mr. Ziwei."

The man came over.

He immediately held Chu Fan's wrist, and with that handsome face, he tilted his head and smiled, "I'm very tired, I want to go to bed. Let's go together."

He smiled as always, gentle and upright.

He was also very close, and Chu Fan could smell the scent of his body, the smell of leather and blood.

At first she thought, how could this possibly be the Taoist priest.

In an instant, several branches and vines erupted from her wrist and rushed towards the man's door. Chu Fan turned back and called Bi Fang to wake up, only to find that a blood butterfly had been planted on Bi Fang's forehead.

Chu Fan's heart suddenly sank.

Her Xiaojiazi technique was nothing to be afraid of, Jiang Feng took off her disguise, black robe with black hair, slanted sharp eyebrows, smiled lightly, and a butterfly rested on her fingertips.

He approached slowly. 

Chu Fan held the Kunlun Sword in his arms, tightening it more and more.

"Don't, don't call him." He stopped Chu Fan's actions, as if he was winning, "Don't you want to know where your brother is locked up by me?"

Seeing her standing still, Jiang Feng was stunned, like a frozen sculpture.

Knowing that he guessed correctly, he chuckled lightly, and sat on the sandalwood chair with the back light, his voice had a sticky texture, "Come here, Miss Chu."

A beam of light fell from the window lattice, floating a few strands of ups and downs, and two shadows were cast on the screen.

Chu Fan touched his slightly aching heart and fell to the ground, expressionless, looking up at him, "Where is my brother?"

Jiang Feng held his cheeks, and his ink hair was swaying, like a cold and slippery snake, hanging on her face. He said slowly: "I want to know more, how did you recognize me at a glance."

He touched a butterfly with a long finger, and the cold phalanx moved along the blue blood vessels of her neck. The butterfly wings were like blades, piercing the skin, and a line of blood fainted.

"The Taoist priest won't call me Miss Chu." Chu Fan said lightly.

The Taoist priest would not lie on the bed with her as soon as he came back.

Jiang Feng licked his blood-stained fingers slowly, his Adam's apple rolled, and laughed lightly: "A well-dressed person like him doesn't call you a girl... Could it be called your love sister?"

"Blood is really fragrant." There was a look of intoxication on his face.

Chu Fan tightened his body.

"That's right, you smell like him all over your body, so I guess you've done everything." He narrowed his eyes, dark red, and said to her with a smile, "Let me see what's good about you, can you? Hooking up Kunlun Ziwei can't stop it."

Chu Fan remained silent.

Jiang Feng pinched her chin, her face was flushed red, and under her thick eyelashes, her eyes were extremely clear, as translucent as jade, and she did have a good color.

"It turns out that he likes this." Jiang Feng looked her up and down, glanced and raised his eyebrows, "Nensheng?"

The tone was really playful, frivolous, and mocking.

Chu Fan felt extremely humiliated, not only for himself, but also for the Taoist priest.

For a moment, she wanted to resist.

But the next moment, Jiang Feng released her chin, took out a slender jade-colored cigarette rod from his sleeve, took a breath, and slowly exhaled a breath of smoke.

Then slowly fainted on her face and neck.

"Your brother's name is Chu Yu? You are a waste of a natural sword bone." He said slowly, but his words were full of jealousy and ridicule, "The bones are so hard, it's boring, seeing that I don't even bend my waist, then I definitely can't let him go, can I?"

Jiang Feng saw that her clenched fingertips had begun to turn white, and found it more interesting, "You know, I originally wanted to break his bones, but it was too hard, so I had to use chains. Through his shoulder blades, the whole person is fastened to the wooden frame."

Chu Fan remained motionless.

"Oh... You think it's boring because you've seen all this, and Ziwei took you into my fantasy field." He lightly lit the cigarette stick with his fingertips, making a clinking sound.

"What about this." He took out a rust-stained sword spike from his sleeve. It was bluish-white and painted with a deer pattern.

He suddenly laughed, and his bloody eyes stared at her hateful eyes, "Do you know how nice the cry of a genius is?"

Chu Fan's body was shaking, and she suddenly rushed over to grab what was in his hand. Jiang Feng raised his hands high and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Little girl, don't worry."

He enjoys this feeling very much, and getting something Ziwei cares about is more satisfying than defeating Ziwei himself.

"As long as you don't make a sound, I'll tell you where your brother is locked up by me."