Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Chapter 129 From the Fiancee's Double Reed

Seeing it, Wu Tang felt that Yu Ji's illness was more severe than he had imagined.

Those puppets didn't have their own minds, they completely obeyed him, and would naturally speak according to his will. He could even sing the oboe unconsciously and at the same time put the blame on Wen Yanke.

"Then let's go find the raccoon slave and come back." But Wu Tang didn't show any sign on his face, he still followed Yu Ji's words, and there were two hints of anxiety.

But as soon as the words fell, a hoarse voice came from outside the window.

The figure of the puppet was reflected on the window edge, and the voice was gloomy: "My lord, something is sent from the spring in the back mountain."

"Bring..."

The puppet pushed the window open a gap, and passed a golden object from it, and placed it on the pear wood table under the window sill.

Wu Tang looked over, only to find that it was a string of chains with a bell tied at the end, which looked familiar.

In a flash of inspiration, Wu Tang remembered that the string of thin gold chains given to him by Yu Ji hanging on his chest was quite similar to the one on the table, only slightly larger.

"Is this yours?" Wu Tang asked.

He waited for a while, but before Yu Ji could reply, he turned his head and looked over, only to find that Yu Ji was staring at the string of chains with a pale face.

"It belongs to the raccoon slave."

Wu Tang was taken aback.

Before Yu Ji could say anything, Wu Tang could already guess what he was going to say next.

"It was sent by Wen Yanke."

Sure enough, Yu Ji said this right after.

Wu Tang didn't know how to break through this loophole that could be seen at a glance, so he just followed his intention: "Is the raccoon slave in danger?"

However, Yu Ji frowned, the tails of his eyes were red, and his hanging arms were trembling violently. He spoke with difficulty, his voice broken.

"This chain was given to him by me, and he has lost the connection with his soul, which means that his... his soul is gone."

Wu Tang pursed her lips, unable to speak.

Seeing Yu Ji relying on his own double spring, his hatred for Wen Yanke grew deeper and deeper, and he didn't even have the time to intervene to defend himself.

"Maybe there is some misunderstanding, and it may not be Wen Yanke's doing. After all, he and the raccoon slave have no reason." Wu Tang tentatively explained.

"You do not trust me?"

Yu Ji raised his head, his complexion was as pale as paper, and the only color in his whole body was the reddish eye sockets, which were in full bloom and almost painted.

Wu Tang only glanced at it and then looked away.

"I just think something is wrong. I remember that the chain can teleport you over when the raccoon slave is hurt. Did you notice then..."

However, before Wu Tang could finish speaking, Yu Ji directly interrupted him.

Sure enough, just as Wu Tang was worried, he couldn't listen at all.

"At this time, do you still want to speak for him?" He lowered his eyelids and smiled miserably.

"You and I are husband and wife, so naturally I won't speak for him. I just think that perhaps Li Nu was not murdered as you thought, and Wen Yanke may not be such a mad person." Wu Tang bit the bullet and explained.

Although he wanted to stir up conflicts between Yu Ji and Wen Yanke, he didn't want Yu Ji to lose his mind and act like he was going to fight Wen Yanke to the death.

"Why don't you send him a letter to inquire first, or just go to him, in short, clarify the matter first." Wu Tang carefully tried to persuade him.

When Yu Ji heard this, the fingertips holding the chain turned white.

Among Wu Tang's series of persuasions, Yu Ji intervened in this one.

"You want to see him?"

Wu Tang was taken aback, he didn't mention a single word about himself, why did it involve him again?

"You want me to leave, and then go find him by yourself?" Yu Ji had already stood up, walked to Wu Tang, stroked his side face and murmured.

His movements were gentle, but Wu Tang shuddered for no reason.

Wu Tang really couldn't argue, no matter what he said, Yu Ji would always turn the topic to Wen Yanke... and him, and his hostility towards Wen Yanke deepened.

He was very suspicious that Yu Ji had a deep hatred with Wen Yanke and him, and it was hidden so deep that it only broke out when he got sick, so that he couldn't forget it so much.

"You misunderstood... woo..." Wu Tang wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth halfway through the sentence. He didn't know what kind of spell Yu Ji used, so he couldn't help sobbing and resisting.

"I don't want to listen to your explanation. You can't say anything good. You can only lie to me." Yu Ji said, biting Wu Tang's lips.

The lips are not deeply entangled, but they are just rubbing against each other so tenderly that they look like mandarin ducks crossing necks from a distance.

"You also feel sorry for me." Yu Ji's voice was low and hoarse, and his breath was blowing on the corners of Wu Tang's lips.

His eyelashes drooped to hide the red corners of his eyes, but he seemed to be three-point drunk without a drop of alcohol, and the words he spoke were obviously through the smell of alcohol.

These words were like a trigger, which made Wu Tang almost drunk. The original anxiety was disturbed by Yu Ji's sudden action, and his face became hot for a while, and his ears turned red.

Maybe it was the result of Yu Ji's words, or maybe Yu Ji was the person he thought about day and night after all.

Even though he had put it down at this time, the instinctive reaction brought about by this face that dreamed every night still made him overwhelmed.

All he ever wanted was to marry Yu Ji and find a place to accompany fellow practitioners day and night, but now it has all been realized. This is not like Yu Ji's illness, but another dream of his.