One Thousand Sixty-Nine: What Is Your Origin (2)

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Although the relationship between the two has been acquiesced, they usually use eye contact at most, and touching a small hand is considered intimate, let alone kissing.

"I'm happy with myself, but—"

Wei Ci hadn't finished speaking when his lord approached him again.

Wei Ci didn't dare to struggle vigorously, so they both fell to the ground from the window, which happened to be the place with the heaviest shadow. He could only see the silhouette of the other party when he opened his eyes, but couldn't see her expression clearly. See the soft light reflected in the other party's bright eyes.

"My lord?"

Wei Ci's breathing was heavy, and he put his hands by his sides, and after a while, he draped Jiang Pengji's waist again.

While speaking, his clothes were loosened, revealing a small half of his chest and delicate collarbone.

Jiang Pengji gnawed it twice, and the aftertaste seemed to smash her mouth.

"The taste is good. How could I agree to the ten-year or eight-year agreement?" Jiang Pengji smiled happily, "It's still reasonable for Zishi to talk about it all day—how can I wait until it's time? Here? Enjoy what you have, why bother yourself?"

Wei Ci was stunned for a moment.

He intuitively found that Jiang Pengji's state was not right, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Zixiao—do you know, I probably don't have a few days to live—"

Jiang Pengji sighed authentically, and there was a smile in her words, so Wei Ci thought Jiang Pengji was joking.

As soon as he heard the word "death", his expression suddenly sank.

"My lord is blessed with profound blessings, and the heaven and earth are lingering. In the future, I will be the Ninth Five-Year Supreme. How can I curse myself like this?"

Jiang Pengji chuckled, and she said, "I just love to hear Zixiao talk."

Wei Ci's complexion did not improve, but instead he asked her, "My lord also thinks that Ci is just a flattering villain?"

"Of course not."

"Since this is the case, my lord should know that Ci's words come from the heart, and you shouldn't listen to them as simple 'good words'."

Wei Ci is a very serious person, and Jiang Pengji really can't beat him in this regard.

"My lord will live a long life, and my descendants will be full in the future—"

Jiang Pengji blinked, and said with a smile, "Is there a house full of children and grandchildren in the 'day'?"

Wei Ci was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to understand the ambiguity of her words, and most of his face turned red with anger.

If his lord continues to be so obscene, how can he face up to the word "day" in the future?

"People have misfortunes and fortunes. If I tell you for sure, I can't live a long life, and I will die suddenly soon—"

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, before she could finish speaking, Wei Ci, who was trapped by her on the ground, was suddenly shaken by his strength, and pressed her under him instead.

The two were very close, and their breaths were intertwined.

Jiang Pengji didn't need to look, she also knew that Wei Ci was angry.

"You can't die suddenly!"

Jiang Pengji responded with a smile, and said perfunctorily, "Yeah, it's impossible to die suddenly, at most he died young—"

Wei Ci couldn't hear these words, especially when they were associated with Jiang Pengji.

How can anyone curse themselves for being short-lived all day long? If the Mantian gods and Buddhas really heard it and let the long-lived her have a short life, Wei Ci wouldn't be crazy?

"Zixiao—I don't want to either—" Jiang Pengji sighed, raised her hand to caress his back, and the two turned from upside down to side lying, and said face to face, "I don't believe in fate, but sometimes I have to. If it weren't for helplessness, I wouldn't want to abandon my fledgling foundation, let go of my ambition, and leave heartlessly—the stolen life is really too short—"

Wei Ci's complexion changed, his slender fingers clenched into fists, and his nails were embedded in his flesh.

"You're a smart person, you probably already guessed it. I'm not Liu Xi." Jiang Pengji said, "My surname is Jiang, my first name is Pengji, and I come from a far, far away world. Liu Xi's life was stolen from me. It's not what I want, but if others want to take it back, I can't do anything about it. Wei Zixiao—you said I've coveted you for so many years, but you're so clear in your heart, why don't you allow me?"

Wei Ci listened in a daze, as if listening to a scripture from heaven.

His lips fluttered, and he was speechless for a while.

"Stolen life will be taken back by heaven?" He came back to his senses, "If so, Ci may be able to accompany the Lord for a while."

Unfortunately, he, Wei Ci, is also a "thief".

Jiang Pengji knew the deep meaning of his words, she approached him with a smile, and took a sip on his mouth.

"Sure enough, Zixiao is the most considerate."

No matter how many years passed, Wei Ci still couldn't adapt to Jiang Pengji's enthusiasm.

He strictly abides by his identity, and he does not dare to offend in any scene. Even in this kind of matter, he is still dominated by the other party.

Don't look at Jiang Pengji's lack of actual combat experience, but in the interstellar era, what stuff doesn't it have?

Her theoretical knowledge has been enriched, and she is familiar with various difficult positions.

Jiang Pengji saw that Wei Ci had the intention of acquiescing, and her right hand touched Wei Ci from his chest to his waist. After groping for a while, she started to untie the knot.

His clothes are half undone, his eyes are sleepy, and there seems to be water vapor in the corners of his eyes.

While dawdling, Jiang Pengji's clothes loosened a little, and Wei Ci couldn't suppress her emotion.

Jiang Pengji was about to grope her hands down, when the tips of her ears moved, and there was a strange movement outside the door.

Looking up suddenly, he happened to see a tall black shadow flashing past the door.

Jiang Pengji calmed down, got up quickly, and opened the door while gathering her clothes.

Wei Ci seemed to have been splashed with a basin of water, all the mist in his eyes faded away, replaced by reason and solemnity.

"My lord?"

Seeing that Jiang Pengji remained motionless in the posture of opening the door, Wei Ci hurriedly fetched a lamp beside her for illumination.

Looking forward, he saw a long black wooden box on the ground, with intricate patterns of auspicious clouds and dragons and phoenixes carved on the outside of the wooden box.

In addition, there was a humming creature lying on top of the wooden box, its soft and fat body stretched out like a meatloaf.

The other party seemed to have noticed them too, and raised his head with difficulty, staring at them with two black grape-like pupils.

Jiang Pengji's face was a little gloomy.

If someone hadn't made noise on purpose, she wouldn't have noticed that there were still people outside!

"Bring them in—" Jiang Pengji said darkly.

Wei Ci could only squat down, grab the black and white meatloaf with one hand, and pick up the black wooden box with the other.

"Eh?"

He thought the wooden box was very light, but the actual weight was far beyond imagination, and he couldn't move it with one hand.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji reached out to help.

She tilted the weight, she didn't know what was inside, and the weight was close to a hundred catties!

Wei Ci found a piece of letter paper under the black and white meat pie.

"Come inside—"

Jiang Pengji's face was a bit stinky, and anyone who got excited and was interrupted by foreign objects would not be in a good mood.

Wei Ci didn't dare to hand that weird letter directly to Jiang Pengji, what if it was poisoned?

When he opened it, Wei Ci was startled.

"The craftsmanship of this paper is really ingenious——"

White as snow, thin as a catkin, even the best rice paper is less than one ten-thousandth.

Looking at the content above, there are only two sentences.

It was made by your father and offered along the way.

When your destiny is about to end, I will come to find you again.