The sunlight passes through the gaps in the window lattice and is cut into beams of light, in which dust rises and falls.
Nian Nu'er was sitting cross-legged, her bare feet as white as jade peeking out from under her gauze clothes, with a red rope tied around her ankles, and a small golden bell hanging on the rope, which made a subtle crisp sound as she moved.
She did not answer in a hurry, but took out a tea set from the hidden compartment.
Warm the cup, pour the tea, and brew.
The movements are smooth and flowing, with a calming rhythm. However, the tea soup is not the usual green or Amber color, but a strange scarlet color, like freshly released blood, and the rising heat has a faint smell of rust.
"Young Master has such a loud tone."
Nian Nu'er pushed a cup of black tea in front of Fang Mo, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a cub that didn't know the heights of the world.
"The news you want to buy cannot be measured by ordinary gold and silver. The past events of eighteen years ago are taboo in Divine Capital. How many people can't even find their bodies the next day because of their talk, and they have become fish food in this moat."
She picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Her red lips were stained with blood, making her look even more charming.
"That Soldier Lord, back then Divine Capital, was a ruthless character who was feared. This Yihong Pavilion..." Nian Nu'er pointed to the floor under his feet, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, "If he hadn't been in charge back then, this place would have become a real purgatory on earth."
Fang Mo did not touch the cup of tea. [Netherworld Ghost Eye] in his body had already seen that it was not human blood, but an extremely rare herbal tea brewed by Blood Spirit Grass. It had a miraculous effect on nourishing Qi and blood, but for a person like him who was pregnant with Prison Suppressor, the power of this medicine was not as good as going directly to the prison to catch a prisoner and take a few sips.
"He is suppressing?" Fang Mo captured the key information, "Who is suppressing? Or should we say, suppressing the things inside?"
Nian Nu'er chuckled and did not answer directly. She changed into a comfortable posture, leaning forward slightly, and the snow-white chest squeezed out a thrilling arc under the crimson gauze.
"Sir, let's talk about the price first."
"I can give you this news. But you may not be able to give me what I want."
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows. "Tell me about it. There has never been a time in this world when I Fang Mo defaulted on a debt."
"I want to be alone." Nian Nu'er stretched out a green-white finger, the fingertips were painted with bright red kodan.
"Who?"
"A dead person." Nian Nu'er's voice suddenly became a little ethereal, as if coming from a far away place, "In other words, it's a person who is not completely dead."
"Where is he?"
"Heavenly Prison, Block C, Room Shen prison." Nian Nu'er pointed to the ground, "Number Nineteen."
Fang Mo sneered, "It seems that Miss Nu'er has been targeting me early? You know that I am Heavenly Prison's person, so you set up this trap?"
Nian Nu'er shook his head, the charm in his eyes dissipated, replaced by an extremely serious look.
"I want you to go get something for me. That thing is on that person's body."
"What?"
"A heart." Nian Nu'er pointed to his left chest, "A heart that has stopped beating but is still bleeding."
"Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart?" Fang Mo asked subconsciously.
"No." Nian Nu'er looked at Fang Mo, with eyes that seemed to penetrate his soul, "It's a Succubus Heart."
Fang Mo was silent.
He looked at the naturally charming woman in front of him, but [Record of Punishing Crimes] was not opened in his mind. This meant that the other party did not have direct murderous intention towards him, or that the other party's level was high enough to block his perception.
Succubus Heart.
This thing sounds like it's not serious.
But Fang Mo then grinned.
This woman is finally revealed, she is indeed a family member!
"Deal."
Fang Mo agreed simply and neatly. He stood up, walked around the shorter ones, and approached Nian Nu'er step by step.
Nian Nu'er did not retreat, but raised his head and looked at the approaching man with a half-smile.
"Master, are you leaving now?"
"No rush."
Fang Mo stopped half a step away from her, looking down at that beautiful face.
"Since you are doing business, you have to pay attention to the deposit. Miss Nu'er If you want that heart, I can get it for you. But there is something wrong with me. If I don't see the rabbit, I won't spread the eagle, and I won't do anything if I don't charge interest."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly bent down and lifted Nian Nu'er up from the futon.
"Ah--"
Nian Nu'er exclaimed, jumped into the air, and subconsciously hooked Fang Mo's neck.
"You dead man, you are talking about business, what are you doing?"
Her little pink fist hit Fang Mo on the chest. The force was soft, as if she was flirting.
"This is business."
Fang Mo grinned and strode towards the bed with pink gauze curtains.
"If you can't get any news from whoring for free, let's go to Nu'er for free. I, Fang Mo, am not someone who gets Treasure Mountain and comes back empty-handed."
Although I don't know why, this woman has never shown any murderous intention towards him.
However.
Let's feel comfortable first and then talk about it.
The pink gauze curtain was roughly torn down, blocking the dazzling sunlight outside the window, and the light inside the room became ambiguous and dim.
Nian Nu'er was thrown on the brocade quilt, and the crimson gauze spread out like petals.
She did not panic, but instead lay on her side, supporting her head with one hand, and her bare feet gently touched Fang Mo's chest, preventing him from pressing down.
"Sir, do you know who I am?"
Her voice changed.
At that moment, the shadow behind her twisted and elongated on the wall, vaguely transforming into the outline of a pair of huge bat wings.
"I don't care who you are."
Fang Mo grabbed the jade foot pointed at the chest, and the palm of his hand was as hot as a soldering iron.
"In this bed, you have only one identity."
He bullied forward suddenly, completely ignoring the so-called pressure and directly pressed the delicate body under him.
"My woman."
Nian Nu'er A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
She didn't expect that this man could ignore the impact on her soul.
Before she could figure it out, Fang Mo's kiss had already fallen.
With the smell of blood and aggression, it directly sealed her red lips and all her questions.
"Well..."
A primitive fight unfolded between the beds.
This is not only the entanglement of the body, but also the wrestling of the soul.
Nian Nu'er tried to use Charm Technique to control Fang Mo, turning him into his subordinate and the cauldron that provided for her to regain her strength.
Fang Mo activates Still Water Mirror, sticks to Spiritual Terrace, and in turn robs the Pure Yin Qi that escapes from her body.
This is a war without smoke.
The bed shook and the gauze curtains flew.
After an unknown amount of time, the commotion in the house finally subsided.
Fang Mo turned over and sat up, his naked upper body muscles were clearly defined, and sweat fell down his back.
He felt refreshed and refreshed. He felt that his whole body was full of energy and the energy and blood in his body were purer than before.
"Cool!"
Fang Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, grabbed the clothes on the ground and put them on casually.
Deep in the bed, Nian Nu'er was wrapped in a quilt, revealing a face that was still flushed.
Her eyes were a little blurry and complicated.
I originally wanted to treat this man as prey, but in the end he was eaten up completely by him, and even the little Yuan Yin I had accumulated for a long time was plundered.
"The look of death!"
She grabbed a pillow and hit Fang Mo hard on the back.
Fang Mo caught the pillow with his backhand, threw it back on the bed, turned around and fastened his belt, his face regained its unsparing look.
"After collecting the interest, it's time to get down to business."