My Rich, And Beautiful Wife

Qin Feng said.    

There was no other way.    

This was the only thing he could do now.    

The room fell silent once again.    

It was already late at night, and very few people would come here.    

The three of them couldn't take it anymore.    

Jiang Ziqiu laid on the bed and rested.    

Qin Feng and Dung Haimei were tied up together, face to face. Their current position was already very ambiguous, but now that they were lying down, it made Dung Haimei blush even more.    

At this moment, Qin Feng could not help but move, as if he had touched something.    

"Sorry, I did not do it on purpose, this is a conditioned reflex..."    

He quickly said with a bitter face.    

Dung Haimei's face was so red that it almost squeezed out water...    

Jiang Ziqiu, who was lying on the other side, understood what they were talking about. He was so angry that his eyes turned green. He shouted, "Qin Feng, I'm warning you. If you dare to do anything bad to Haimei, you are dead for sure. Red Dragon Villa will not spare you!"    

"Can you blame me for this? My hands and feet are tied up." Qin Feng smiled bitterly.    

Dung Haimei was also said to be too ashamed to face others, so she told Jiang Ziqiu to shut up.    

The three of them just slept like that for the whole night.    

The next day.    

When they were about to get off the train, a conductor finally passed by.    

Jiang Ziqiu shouted for help gloomily.    

He really couldn't take it anymore.    

He had slept with a woman he couldn't even dream of. He had been driven crazy.    

Finally.    

The ropes of the three of them were all untied.    

Qin Feng got up and stretched comfortably. He said, "I'm so tired..."    

Cao!    

Jiang Ziqiu wanted to stab him to death.    

He had taken advantage of him for the whole night, yet he still said that he was tired. Was this what a person said?    

"I need to find the Drunk Dream Death Wine as soon as possible." Dung Haimei said, "Otherwise, after another day, when the medicinal effects completely spread throughout the body, my cultivation will be completely crippled."    

"Difficult. The Drunken Dream Death Wine is too rare."    

Qin Feng said.    

He was also very curious about where the old man bought this wine from.    

In his memory.    

Medicine King needed a large amount of spirit medicine to brew a pot.    

"Then let's go to God of Fortune Inn first! There are a lot of rare treasures there. We might be able to find them." Dung Haimei said.    

"I am not going now. You guys go!" Qin Feng said.    

"Why?"    

Dung Haimei was slightly stunned.    

Even though Qin Feng's cultivation base was not high, it should be a pity that he did not have a cultivation base. Was he not interested in this?    

What she did not know was.    

Qin Feng's body could cure hundreds of poisons. He didn't care about that kind of poison.    

The reason why he pretended not to have any cultivation base.    

It was just that he didn't want too many people to find out about his special constitution.    

Of course.    

There was also a small reason. It felt good to be tied up with Dung Haimei.    

Especially when he saw Jiang Ziqiu's angry little eyes, he felt even better.    

Next.    

The train would stop in Shamen City.    

If they set off from Shamen City, they would be able to reach the Tamu Desert. There was no need to go to the God of Fortune Inn of Yellow Sand City.    

Furthermore.    

He didn't dare to go.    

Because the Lady Boss of God of Fortune Inn was one of the few people who knew that he was "Emperor Qin." Back then, she insisted on spending 50 billion to get him to take her daughter.    

Therefore, he couldn't go to God of Fortune Inn!    

They got off the train.    

Qin Feng said goodbye to Dung Haimei.    

A trace of unnoticeable reluctance flashed in Dung Haimei's eyes.    

She did not know why.    

Back then, she found out that her first kiss was taken away by Qin Feng. Later, she investigated Qin Feng and found out that he was a useless person who came to her house. After that, her heart was filled with sorrow.    

Now.    

She felt very relaxed when she interacted with Qin Feng along the way.    

It was the relief in her heart.    

When dealing with others, she would always circulate her thoughts and think about the meaning behind their words, observe their actions, analyze their psychology, and so on. She would be very careful at almost every moment.    

But communicating with Qin Feng was different.    

He was not hypocritical, and was very real.    

Talking to him and chatting were very relaxed and natural. Eating with him was also a form of enjoyment.    

"Haimei, let's go! We have to hurry to God of Fortune Inn to find Drunken Dream Death Wine."    

Jiang Ziqiu did not want to see Qin Feng for a moment, so he hurriedly urged.    

Dung Haimei ignored him and said to Qin Feng, "By the way, you have not said why you came here.    

"You definitely won't believe me when I say travel."    

Qin Feng smiled.    

Dung Haimei smiled and said, "Okay, then I won't ask. Be careful on the road."    

Sure enough.    

It was very easy to chat with him.    

If it was someone else, they would probably lie to him and hide it.    

But he answered in such a way, very frankly.    

Jiang Ziqiu saw her smile because of Qin Feng, and he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.    

After saying goodbye.    

Qin Feng took the parrot and headed towards the desert.    

After half a day, they finally arrived at the edge of the desert. Then, he asked the parrot, "Did we enter from this direction?"    

"No, no!"    

The parrot flapped its wings in the air and said.    

... ""    

Qin Feng was speechless.    

It wasn't easy for it to come here, but it actually said it wasn't?    

"Then where should we enter from?"    

Qin Feng asked again.    

The desert was too big. If they could not find the direction, it would be troublesome.    

The parrot flew around in a circle under the sun.    

However, it still indicated that it hadn't entered from here before.    

Qin Feng was in a dilemma.    

At this moment, he suddenly saw the old man on the train come over as well.    

"It's you?"    

Qin Feng frowned. "Didn't you leave last night?"    

"I just left the restaurant, not the train. They thought I left the train. Hahaha... Otherwise, I would have to find another car, how troublesome would that be! So, we came by a train."    

The old man smiled and said.    

At the same time.    

He looked at Qin Feng strangely and said, "Aren't you poisoned too? Why do you still have a cultivation base?"    

"Uh, I also have Drunken Dream Death Wine."    

Qin Feng could only lie.    

He didn't want this old man of unknown origin to notice his special constitution.    

"Is that so? "    

The old man's eyes lit up. He quickly went over and said, "Where did you buy it? Quick, sell me some more. You can name your price. I only want wine! "    

Qin Feng saw that the old man was addicted to wine as if his life depended on it. The corner of his eye turned and said, "I don't have it with me now, but I can give you a jar later. As for the price... let me take a look at your incomplete Heaven Reaching Diagram. That will do."    

"Your appetite is quite big! Do you know how many people are eyeing the incomplete '___' of mine?"    

The old man said.    

"I don't know, but if it's not easy for you, then forget it. I won't force you."    

Qin Feng shrugged.    

He believed that the old man would agree.    

In this world, there were two types of addiction that were the hardest to quit. One was gambling addiction, and the other was drinking addiction.    

This old man obviously had an addiction to alcohol.    

As expected.    

When the old man heard this, he carefully weighed the pros and cons before saying, "Then how can I trust you?"    

"Because I know Medicine King! Later, I will ask her to help brew a pot for you."    

Qin Feng said.    

The old man still didn't believe him.    

No matter how he looked at it, Qin Feng, who was at the lowest level of the Inner Strength Martial Disciple, didn't seem to know Medicine King.    

"Have you seen Medicine King before?" Qin Feng asked.    

"Of course I have."    

"Then let me ask you, does she have a hobby of always wanting to eat young grass?" Qin Feng asked again.    

"... " That's right."    

"Then look at this."    

As Qin Feng spoke, he took out a small letter and showed it to the old man.