Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

The next day.

The banquet court took Ji Rao to the market. And took him to save two girls who were about to be sold to the brothel and a young master who was robbed of silver.

In the evening, in order to reward Ji Rao, the banquet court took him to the most famous zuixiang building in Beijing for dinner.

But in fact, the banquet court is busy. Ji Rao has no martial arts skills and no heart. She doesn't do anything on the side of the whole journey.

"Happy today?"

"It's you who want to be a hero. I have nothing to be happy about."

The banquet court sighed, "helping people to be good is not only for the same root, but also for helping."

Ji Rao was a little funny when he heard this, "banquet little Lord, you've been taking me to do good deeds these two days. You don't want me to be kind?"

"Jirao, you are not heartless. You can fight for the subordinates to get the antidote. Why must everyone spit it out? You and we can coexist. "

"What if everyone spurned? Good and evil do not coexist. If I had been kind, I would have been killed by you. Heiling grew up with me, protected me, loyal, can you do it? If not, why should I be asked to do good? "

"Jirao..."

"It's futile for you to do this. Other sects can't be soft to the demon sect. Do you think that just a few days can change me?" Ji Rao sneered, "Tao Te Ching?"? What can you do if I know what I mean and don't do it? "

A meal was very unpleasant. Ji Rao could see that the banquet court wanted to take him to the right path, but he had been walking on the single tree bridge for more than 20 years, and now he has just come. Don't you think it's too late?

The heart of the banquet court was so stuffy that he poured a glass of wine.

Ji Rao looked at the wine jar on the edge. He remembered that the banquet hall in the original text was not allowed to drink. He poured a cup.

Sure enough, before long, the banquet court was flushed and lax, almost falling on the table.

Ji Rao can not, can only go forward to pull people up, "go."

There are sedan chairs and rickshaw pullers waiting outside the zuixiang building. Ji Rao throws the people in his hand to them and wants to go back.

Behind the clinker, a strong force came. Ji raojie turned over and was pressed on the sedan chair.

"Banquet..." Ji Rao glared.

The banquet court is kissing him!

That mixed wine gas and ink flavor, clear spread, Ji Rao was stunned.

The banquet Court seemed to feel that it was not enough. He bit the lower part of Ji Rao's lips, and his hands were restless and wanted to drill into his clothes. The coachman was stunned and didn't dare to come up for a moment to do harm to the young master.

"Banquet court, get out of here!"

The banquet court reaches out to touch Ji Rao's face and rubs at his ear.

Finally, Ji Rao took a hard bite, and then he regained his consciousness. After staring at jirao for a long time, he didn't say what he wanted to say. Finally, he fell asleep on Ji Rao.

"Come and carry him away."

Ji Rao turns to the sedan chair with the clothes he has opened.

On the roof of the house not far away, a hostile gaze was fixed on it.

"Don't be impulsive." Languid convergence pressed to think of the past Song Qing, "there are a lot of people in the flying flower studio, you can't go back."

Song Qing's eyes were red.

Languidly gathered in one side and fanned the flames, "before, your leader was still in the water prison for two days, and his injuries were not dealt with. After he came out, he was drugged and his martial arts skills were sealed. He was also insulted. "

Song Qingyi clapped open his languid hand. "Don't pretend here. You're not a good thing."