abnabooks Chapter 2916 A Perfect Match
Chapter 2916 A Perfect Match
Chapter 2916 A Perfect Match
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When the topic of Liuwu came up earlier, she noticed that He Lingchuan used the word "订" (ding).
This is interesting. The branches of Songyang Prefecture are spread across half of Cangyan. The Nine Nether Emperor would not allow a single sect to grow so powerful within his territory. Therefore, Songyang Prefecture within Cangyan now has a semi-official nature. Cangyan not only wants to share the profits, but also sends special personnel to supervise it.
Generally speaking, if the Nine Nether Emperor wants Songyang Prefecture to build something, he only needs to write down his instructions, and Songyang Prefecture cannot refuse.
However, the main headquarters of Songyang Prefecture is not in Cangyan. The Lord of Songyang Prefecture, Li Qingge, lives in Beijia and is not subordinate to the Emperor of Jiuyou. Therefore, when you want to buy goods from her, you should use the word "order".
The relationship between Songyang Prefecture and Cang Yan, and between the Lord of Songyang Prefecture and the Nine Nether Emperor, is not something that can be explained in just a few words.
Did He Lingchuan accidentally use the right method, or...?
Sun Fuling observed He Lingchuan, but the latter still looked at her with clear eyes.
She lowered her head and asked him softly, "What is the name of the Lord of Songyang?"
He Lingchuan's gaze sharpened slightly, then shifted twice before he shook his head:
"I don't remember."
These days, he's been saying those four words with unprecedented frequency.
"Still can't remember?" Sun Fuling said leisurely. "You've been recalling a lot lately, you're quite quick to understand things. The Lord of Songyang is quite important to you, think about it again?"
He Lingchuan tilted his head: "If you can't remember, it's not important. We'll talk about it later."
What he said wasn't wrong.
Sun Fuling smiled and then threw him another question, catching him off guard:
"Let me ask you again, what color was I wearing when you first met me?"
The Soul-Capturing Mirror in He Lingchuan's arms hissed softly: "Ultimate Technique!"
The consequences of not being able to answer are terrible. But it has never been to the Panlong World, so it can't help He Lingchuan recall these things.
May the master have good luck!
“Su Qing.” He Lingchuan blurted out, “Back then, you were standing at my door with your face covered. If you hadn’t been holding a little devil in your hand, I would have thought you were trying to climb over the wall and into my house.”
At that time, a petty thief broke into seven or eight households, taking firewood and fresh fish from He Lingchuan's house, and then stealing a warrant to atone for his crime from Sun Fuling's house. As a result, he was caught by Sun Fuling and handed over to the authorities.
From then on, He Lingchuan became neighbors with Sun Fuling, and would often go to Sun Fuling to offer his services.
Looking back now, it was probably not a chance encounter, but a carefully planned event.
Sun Fuling scoffed, "What are you doing in your house? You just arrived in Panlong, your house is bare, you can't even afford to keep a mouse!"
He Lingchuan blurted out: "Robbery?"
He thought Sun Fuling would roll her eyes at him like before, but she didn't. Instead, she slowly suppressed her smile.
"good idea."
As she spoke, she took out a small knife from her bosom and waved it lightly in front of He Lingchuan:
"Do you recognize what this is?"
He Lingchuan's eyes followed the tip of the knife back and forth. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary small knife; the bamboo handle was cracked, the blade was dull, and there were rust spots. Even He Lingchuan in his current state could easily break it in half with one hand.
Completely baffled by the knife's special nature, he repeated, "What is it?"
"This is the knife that petty thief used to break into houses back then." Sun Fuling held the knife to his neck, looking down at him. "Robbery! Hands up."
He obediently raised his hand.
Sun Fuling slid from the table onto his lap, her movements as smooth as silk, yet her hand holding the knife remained steady, the tip of the blade not wobbling at all.
She gently stroked his face, then suddenly lowered her head and bit his lip.
The kiss felt both familiar and strange, instantly igniting He Lingchuan's passion.
He turned around and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Her body temperature was the same as his, her heartbeat was as fast as his, and her breathing was as rapid as his.
No longer confined to the tenderness of dreams, she truly entered his world, vibrant and full of life!
Day after day, year after year, who could know that he had been waiting for this day and this moment for more than eight thousand days?
He tried to shift his position by holding onto the armrest, but Sun Fuling pressed him down.
"Don't move!"
The pressure was just right; it wouldn't hurt anyone when you pressed down.
She should take care of the wounded instead.
With a "thud," He Lingchuan reached for her belt but accidentally knocked over the lamp on the table.
It didn't fall to the ground, but instead landed in the basket of paper items next to it.
In just a few breaths, the flames suddenly shot up, illuminating the entire quiet room.
If this continues, the table might burn down. But both were busy and neither paid any attention. Sun Fuling casually threw the knife into the fire and then went to undress him.
A rustling sound filled the quiet room, so loud that it couldn't even drown out the crackling of the flames.
So the fire burned brighter and brighter, making the quiet room even hotter.
He Lingchuan looked up and saw that the firelight behind her made her slender waist and full hips appear even more sculpted.
But this sculpture moves, and it is strong, powerful, beautiful and wild.
Her hair fell across his cheek, soft and fragrant, like a love net that had bound him long ago, making him sink deeper and deeper until he could no longer extricate himself.
All the noise from the outside world disappeared, and the two people, who were both familiar and unfamiliar, were trapped in each other's worlds, their heartbeats almost in sync.
Dark clouds drifted quietly across the sky and obscured the moon, and suddenly it started to rain.
The weather in April is just that unpredictable.
In the Imperial Garden next to the terrace, a spider was caught off guard and a strong gust of wind suddenly blew by, shoving the fine spider web so hard that it was forced onto a thick tree branch opposite.
The net couldn't withstand such an impact and broke instantly.
He Lingchuan himself was also parched, but he still mustered all his self-control to be considerate of her:
"How about... we take a break?"
Sun Fuling shook her head violently, took several deep breaths, and then leaned down to kiss him.
The lips and teeth were intertwined, the sweetness tinged with a strong, bloody stench.
She bit her lip until it bled.
Then she slightly raised her head and gave him a seductive smile:
"No, I like this kind of pain!"
She is already alive.
Living people can experience real pain, exciting pain, novel pain... and even sweet pain.
She likes it, she really likes it.
She was not afraid at all.
She accepted whatever this man gave her, whether it brought her joy or pain!
Another gust of wind swept across the terrace, brushing aside her flying hair, revealing to He Lingchuan her radiant beauty, like a plum blossom blooming in the cold winter, noble and aloof.
This scene was ten times more beautiful than he had ever imagined.
Outside the terrace, the rain was sparse and the wind was fierce, but it could not suppress the enchanting passion within the quiet room.
That night, the golden wind and jade dew converged on earth, settling countless karmic debts.