Yin Baishuang sneered again and again: "I have spared her a miserable life, so what if I take some of her things?"
Bai Lian was unmoved: "Men and women cannot be intimate."
Su Jing's clothes were as old as Jingxue, and she wore a crown jade. There were no other accessories around her waist. Since it was the Qiankun bag that had been hidden for two hundred years, it was naturally something personal and private.
He and Su Jing had no old friendship, so he couldn't be searched by Meng Lang casually.
"Your old-fashioned temper is really disgusting!" Yin Baishuang said lightly: "If I didn't hate touching her, why would I need you to do it for me? Since you don't want to, it's easy, I will tear her clothes to pieces. , the Qiankun Bag was naturally found."
Balian frowned and said, "Miss Yin is taking advantage of others' danger!"
Yin Baishuang raised her eyebrows: "Do you think you can stop me?"
Bai Lian's chest rose and fell, but it quickly calmed down. He took a deep look at Yin Baishuang and said, "I understand."
He slowly put down Geyu, straightened her body, and then carefully reached into Su Jing's sleeves. His fingertips lightly touched a touch of jade-cold skin.
Bai Lian's eyebrows twitched.
He thought to himself that the girl was injured on her shoulder. Although the wound was horrific, it was not like she had been unconscious for so long without waking up.
Why does his body feel as cold as a dead person? Could it be that he has suffered some kind of soul trauma?
He carefully groped around his sleeves and waist for a moment, but did not see the Qiankun bag that Yin Baishuang said.
There were subtle footsteps behind her, and Yin Baishuang strolled over, squinting coldly, and said impatiently: "This woman doesn't hide important things casually, so of course you won't find anything by touching those insignificant places."
Balian frowned secretly.
When did this woman's waist become an irrelevant place?
Yin Baishuang's voice was calm, but her words were astonishing: "Her heart, her damn precious Qiankun bag, must be hidden thoughtfully."
Heart?
Aren't those just breasts? ? ?
Balian's scalp felt numb, and just as he was about to speak, a strong wind picked up his black hair and blew it back against his face.
With a snap, Su Jing's snow-white sleeves were broken into pieces of white butterflies, revealing a touch of snow-white wrists.
Yin Baishuang, this unreasonable madwoman!
He has a knack for threatening people.
He remained silent, with a sullen face, clasped his hands and bowed to Su Jing: "I'm sorry."
Standing far away, Ying Xiu did not hide the disdain and disgust on his face, and slowly turned his back, feeling like a gentleman for once.
Balian gently opened a corner of the white dress on her chest with his fingers. A gentleman would not look at anything inappropriate, so he averted his eyes and used his other hand to avoid touching her skin as much as possible.
After all, this place is no better than the skin between the wrists. If you touch it, you will be hunted for life.
Balian was very energetic, his fingers slowly penetrated, and finally touched a soft rope tassel.
I think this is it.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Yin Baishuang, who was standing behind him and watching the show with his hands folded, suddenly moved his eyes, and then his eyes were full of teasing and teasing.
She fluttered her hands and suddenly yelled from behind him to scare him.
How could Balian, who was concentrating on getting things from that dangerous place, bear this.
His shoulders trembled violently in shock, affecting the muscles of his arms, and his palms were forced to push forward.
His fingers suddenly softened, and he was quickly surrounded.
Balian pulled out his hand as if it was hot, and his trembling fingertips were still hooked on the tassel rope. The end of the rope was connected to an old Qiankun bag with yellowed edges.
The head of the woman in front of him was tilted slightly, revealing half of her pale side face that was sleeping peacefully. Under her sharp, snow-white chin, her complicated overlapping collar was half open.
Hidden in the messy skirt is a delicate and small collarbone, looming, with an alluring curve, and the picture is indescribably charming and ambiguous.
Balian casually glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, barely able to look at her anymore, and quickly pulled up her clothes on her chest. When she looked back, a warm color appeared on her face.
Before he could scold him, Yin Baishuang had already bent down and put her pretty head through his shoulder. An open jade shell slipped from her sleeve. She asked with a sarcastic smile: "Soft ?"
Bai Lian was furious for a moment and speechless.
He raised the Qiankun pouch depressedly: "But this?"
Yin Baishuang only glanced at it briefly and then looked away.
Looking at Bai Lianwen's angry and slightly red face, she couldn't help but laugh.
When this little corpse devil dies, he will probably still be an old-fashioned young master from a strict family. His serious appearance is really unlikable.
Although she has always been disdainful of Su Jing, there are millions of people in this world, and there are so many men who are obsessed with him. Others can't expect such benefits even if they lose their arms and legs.
Fortunately for him, he got angry.
"Well... you don't answer, I guess it's because the hand feels very bad, not soft at all." I don't know what the woman talking to herself recalled, and the desolation between her eyebrows became much lighter.
Yin Baishuang raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling quite proud of her victory: "After all, that boy of mine ate and slept with her as a teenager for more than a year, and he didn't notice anything wrong with her. How is she like me..."
Yin Baishuang stood up straight and puffed out her chest. However, she was covered by the large red clothes and could not see the slightest movement: "Just taking off the outer layer of the wedding dress made that kid at a loss and blushing like you." This is it now.”
Looking at the contrast in the words, Su Jing was almost reduced to the ground.
Looking at Yin Baishuang who was feeling proud for no reason, Balian actually wanted to defend Su Jing.
You said yourself that you were Su Jing when you were a teenager.
In fact, you may be the stupid bird that flew first, while others are the rising stars. If you don’t compete with the flowing water, you compete with the endless talk... ahem.
But then I thought about it, what position does he have to defend this.
He was not the unlucky guy who let the two of them fight to the death.
"Miss Yin, do you want this Qiankun bag?"
"Of course I want it." Yin Baishuang said this with a look of disgust: "But I don't want to touch her things. Please help me take them out one by one."
Yes, after taking someone else's Qiankun bag, she still has to pick out the treasures inside one by one.
Balian suddenly found that Miss Yin was even more difficult to maintain than Miss Fang.
Things have developed to this point, and Bailian is too lazy to struggle, so he just follows his words.
As soon as Balian's consciousness penetrated the Qiankun Bag through his fingers, Yin Baishuang's complexion changed slightly, and then he remembered an important thing: "I remember that Su Jing's Qiankun Bag has a restriction. If he opens it without permission, he will be seriously injured by the backlash. , please wait a moment, I will teach you a method first."
Bailian's expression changed, and he asked curiously: "Is that so? I think it's a mistake. This is not the Qiankun bag you want, Miss Yin."
Yin Baishuang didn't understand what it meant.
Balian lowered his head and took out a paper pinwheel from the Qiankun bag, which is a very common thing in the mortal market: "I just used my spiritual sense to explore it, and the things inside are very ordinary, not important treasures. "
