(ARC 1-4 ) Quick wear: The host of Bailian is milky and sweet

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It was obviously the wedding night, but Ji Sishen was... disgusting all night.

Fu Ting was worried about Ji Sishen, so he pulled over Qiao Zhi, who was finally able to have a date with someone.

"I said, why don't you two spend your wedding night well, what are you doing with me here?"

Ji Sishen was leaning against Fu Ting's arms at the moment, very uncomfortable.

The yellow water was almost spit out.

Seeing Ji Sishen like this, Qiao Zhi took it seriously.

The little lady voted like this, what did their marshal do to him?

Ji Sishen helped his forehead her helplessly, "I'm fine, I probably ate too much."

Talk nonsense with your eyes open.

He couldn't say that it was because the system just synchronized the screen of the Desolate Star Prison for him, which caused him to be disgusted until now.

He just saw an indescribable scene in the prison, Chu Mu and Mu Xingchun.

This wouldn't make Ji Sishen disgusted like this.  The most important thing was that Chu Mu was calling his name his.

This made Ji Sishen unable to bear it any longer.

I was so nasty that I even threw up yesterday's meal.

Made!

Can he solve it now, these two disgusting scumbags?

Ji Sishen could n't help but he started to vomit again.

The key is that there is nothing in the stomach to vomit, which makes it even more uncomfortable.

Fu Ting could only frown and follow Ji Sishen's back his.

"Qiao Zhi, go back, I'm really fine."

"I really just ate too much."

Qiao Zhi was helpless, "Okay, I'll get you some medicine."

Seeing him vomit like this, he won't be dragged over again after a while.

After taking the medicine, Ji Sishen got better.

But he still could n't hold back the grief.

Fortunately, there is still Fu Ting's beauty, and he can wash his eyes.

But this wedding night was the worst Ji Sishen had ever experienced.

It wasn't until the next day, when he was so sleepy, that he could get a good night's sleep.

"Little Madam, what's the matter?"

Lu Sheng was a little strange.

Fu Ting shook his head, "It's okay."

But I feel that I am afraid that Ji Sishen is not disgusting because of eating too much.

"Marshal, there is one thing I have to report to you."

Lu Sheng came over because there was something important.

Otherwise, he wouldn't come to disturb Fu Ting early in the morning.

"What's up?"

Lu Sheng's face was a little heavy, "The third prince took Mu Xingchun out of the prison in the name of the third prince and concubine. As for his father his, he died violently in the prison."

Three princes?

Fu Ting frowned subconsciously.

The royal people are really getting more and more blatant.

"understood."

Fu Ting returned to the room and glanced at Ji Sishen who was sleeping, vaguely feeling that Shen Shen was abnormal last night, probably because of these two people.

But he deeply refused to say, he did not ask.

Fu Ting sighed abruptly, as long as he was deeply by his side his, everything would be fine.

The marshal got married and had seven days off after marriage.

So now Fu Ting said that he was going to take him out for a walk.

Ji Si threw himself into Fu Ting's arms, a little curious.

"Where?"

Fu Ting rubbed Ji Sishen's hair, the soft touch was like the soft fur on a small animal, and he couldn't put it down.

"Go to the black market."

The black market exists outside of interstellar law.

Simply put, items sold on the black market are not subject to interstellar laws.

The black market has not existed for a long time, but no one knows who is behind the black market.

But no one dared to provoke people in the black market easily.

There are desperadoes out there, more out of control than the interstellar prison.

The things sold on the black market are generally of great value, and their origins are unknown.