Fantasy: The Supporting Role Does Not Want To Be A Younger Brother

Dazzling days passed, Ji Changju stayed at home, but there was a steady stream of news sent, watching one by one.

The seventh prince of Lu Kingdom, Qi Tianyou, fifteen years old, in the late stage of foundation building, challenged by leaps and bounds.

A year ago, she was still a complete waste. The mother and concubine were put into the cold palace early, no one sheltered, and everyone ridiculed. The status of the prince was not as good as the son of the seventh grade.

He suddenly disappeared for a while, and when he came back, he was in high spirits and killed many people who had bullied him. Even the eldest prince and the second prince fought against him, and suffered many losses.

Secretly subdued many younger brothers, and also made a lot of big forces, including the auction pavilion, which also made the old emperor look up and wanted to let him compete for the throne.

"Lin Feng is the protagonist of the God of War, and Qi Tianyou should be the protagonist of the old grandfather. He can't forcefully interfere with his growth, but it is good to interfere with the important people around him. It will not let him hold grudges, and there is no direct cause and effect with him."

After finishing the things, Zhou Min just put on a thin layer of veil and walked over: "Isn't my sister here yet?"

"No!"

After that night, Zhou Yu never came out of the room again. Her figure could not escape her consciousness, and the door was tightly closed and no one was allowed to enter.

Zhou Min sat on the man's lap: "I decided to retreat, and I'll leave after I break through."

Caressing her buttocks like water, Ji Changju asked, "Have you thought about your business?"

"I can give you my most precious thing, but you have to promise me that you won't interfere with my life, and don't hurt him." The woman hugged the man who scared her and made her like

"Crap, then do you like me more, or him?"

"I have you once in my life, and other men will never feel it again."

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Zhou Min retreated and left with a filthy bed sheet. She had the Huaying Pill prepared for her by Ji Changju, as well as a lot of auxiliary pills, and a good exercise, which was enough for her to break through Nascent Soul and spend a while. .

Walking out of the door, one step to the sky, the bustling crowd in Wangcheng was like a group of ants, and no one below found Ji Changju in the air.

Turn on the hopeful, bright white and red, only a few people can have some orange-green.

Looking at the blinding purple light not far from the palace, Qi Tianyou, the son of luck, was blue in the palace, and there were only a few cyans left in the city.

After carefully investigating the air transporter, I calculated the characters in the intelligence, and after checking, they disappeared in the air in an instant.

Inside the Seventh Prince's Mansion, Qi Tianyou's mind flickered, and he looked around: "Elder Fang, do you feel it?"

Those who didn't know thought he was talking to himself, but only listened to the echo in his mind: "It may be that a great monk passed by and glanced at it, and there was no malicious intent."

"Great monk? How strong..."

"Beyond the gods, You'er, don't provoke a strong person like this, the old man's soul is too weak, and he needs a lot of medicine to treat the soul."

"I know the master, and I will look for it as soon as possible."

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In a depressed and dilapidated palace in the palace, a woman was dressed in simple clothes, which seemed to be a little worn, but still clean.

The woman sat blankly on the stone beside the small pond, holding a rag doll in her arms, and sat quietly like that.

In such a broken and gloomy cold palace, loneliness, fear, and madness are not reflected on the woman's face, and the quietness is like a blank sheet of paper.

Qiu Linger, the mother of luck, the little princess of a second-rate family, entered the palace at the age of sixteen, and gave birth to Qi Tianyou in the second year.

Ji Changju just stayed there for a long time, the sky started to get dark, the woman didn't move, didn't speak, raised her hand to make a mark, attached to the woman's hair.

The figure disappeared in a flash, and before leaving, he glanced at the two palaces, Ji Changju secretly said: They are all in their 70s or 80s, they are still so beautiful, I don't know how they feel.

Speaking of age in the world of immortals, 150-year-old Jindan 300 yuan Ying 800 Huashen 1500 distraction 3000... If there are natural treasures that increase longevity, you will live more.

Therefore, it is normal for Taoist couples in the cultivating world to be a few dozen years old or a few hundred years old. There was a certain great god once, and he was still a teenager, so he pursued a fairy who was more than ten thousand years old...

Going back to Li's house and lying on the bed alone, thinking about how to operate this son of luck, it's easier than Lin Feng for a teenager who hasn't risen too much.

It's just that the wool on Lin Feng's body is not easy to peel, and there is no time left at all. This Qi Tianyou...

"Squeak..." The sound of the door being opened, Zhou Yu walked step by step, looking haggard and distressing.

"I thought it was a deal between us," Zhou Yu took off a piece of clothing

"I thought you were like other men," dropped another

"I thought I could control myself," the tube top fell off

"I thought I could forget you," the skirt dropped

"I was wrong!" No more

Seeing this scene, Ji Changju got out of bed and stood up. The two were separated by two meters and looked at each other. Zhou Yu came to Ji Changju and knelt down and hugged his legs: "Ji Lang, I'm wrong, please love me. I!"

"Don't come to see me for a few days, are you ready to accept my punishment?"

"The concubine is willing to accept any punishment!"

"Okay, let me dance first. I want to see Mistress Li of Wangcheng dancing like this." Ji Changju smiled evilly.

Zhou Yu raised his head and stood up, hugging his majestic chest: "From now on, I will only be your woman and your big Yu'er."

After speaking, she began to dance slowly, walking lightly and dancing like a swallow in a nest, flying fast like a magpie bird in a night terror, her beautiful dancing posture was leisurely and soft, and her agile flying body was light as the wind. Her quality? Jie Bingqing.

After the dance ended, Zhou Yu returned to Ji Changju's arms: "Ji Lang, am I beautiful?"

I really didn't expect this woman to dance so well, and praised her own woman Ji Changju: "Beautiful, incomprehensible! But are you going to challenge my anger by yourself?"

"I am willing to die for you, love me well!"

One night of spring, full of pride, holding the rabbit in his hand, he asked, "Aren't you going to go back?"

Zhou Yu replied tenderly: "No, I just want to accompany you. In the future, I can only maintain the status quo with him. He can find a woman, but he can't touch me. I only belong to you."

"Then why don't I kill him?"

Zhou Yu shook his head: "You bastard, you occupy me and want to kill him. In fact, he is quite pitiful. Promise me not to embarrass him again, okay? I will always belong to you."

"All right."

Afraid that the man will be unhappy, Zhou Yu explained his concerns to him again. After some understanding, men still prefer the way of women.

Ji Changju has long known about the two children, one Li Yaner and the other playboy Li Ziyang, Zhou Yu was worried about their feelings, and for the sake of her own reputation, she chose to pay silently and not expect too many demands.

The woman's words also moved the man a little, Ji Changju whispered quietly in Zhou Yu's ear, Zhou Yu was surprised: "It's okay there, you bad guy."

"Equally symbolic, like first love."