a gentle caress. "Tell me," he murmured, "what should I do with you""Kill you" Fu Zimo shook his head. "This king is truly reluctant, letting you go... it's also impossible."He talked to himself, as i...Whose screams were those The ones from that Zhang craftsman

Qin Luoyan's heart skipped a beat, she got up and casually wrapped a long robe around herself before rushing out. As soon as she stepped out the door, she saw a black shadow rush out from the room next to hers.

"Who are you" Qin Luoyan screamed, her voice shrill. The man in black immediately turned and fled upon hearing her.

A heavy metallic smell wafted from the room next door. Qin Luoyan hesitated for a moment before shouting, "Fire!" and chasing after the man in black.

She remembered a time in her past life when an expert on television said that when facing danger, especially something like murder, it's best to shout "fire" instead of "murder." Because when people hear about murder, they get scared and are less likely to bravely step forward. But fire is different; it affects everyone around, so it attracts more attention.

So she screamed desperately, "Fire!" Sure enough, after a while, the houses gradually began to glow with candlelight. Many people walked out of their rooms to check the situation.

Qin Luo'yan didn't care about the situation in the courtyard, she just chased after the man in black. She was unfamiliar with this environment and only followed the shadow, but after a while, she arrived somewhere unknown, and the cunning man in black had disappeared completely.

She let out a frustrated curse, feeling stifled in her heart. If she had even half of Fu Zimo's skill, she wouldn't have let that person escape so easily.

Only then did she begin to look around, but in a short while, she unknowingly ran out of the armory and into the forest. When the black-clad man disappeared, she realized she was surrounded by terrifying darkness and silence.

In the forest, the greatest fear comes from the feeling of the unknown. No one knows what might jump out in the dark the next second.

She swallowed, able to only rely on her previous sense of direction to walk back. However, in the silent environment, the only sound was the footstep she made, which in itself was an extreme test of mental fortitude.

After walking for more than ten paces, she finally heard a different sound, like the murmur of water coming from ahead. She hesitated for a moment but still walked in that direction. As she walked forward, she could faintly see a glimmer of light. Her heart skipped a beat; there was light, which meant there were people ahead.

She hurried forward. Since the distance wasn't far, she arrived at the source of the sound in just a few minutes. It turned out to be a natural hot spring. Oil paper lanterns were placed on both sides of the hot spring. The faint light from the lanterns shone on the surface of the hot spring water, further highlighting its enchanting mist-shrouded beauty.

The scenery is beautiful, but it's still very quiet.

Qin Luoyan stood by the hot spring, looking around, but she didn't see any signs of people. She was puzzled, and even imagined scenes from those idol TV dramas—at this moment, perhaps a handsome man would unexpectedly emerge from the water surface.

It's a pity, this isn't a TV drama, so she stood there for a while and no one came up from the water. Instead, the increasingly quiet environment made her feel even more uneasy.

She pondered for a moment, then walked to the edge of the hot spring and picked up one of the lanterns, intending to use its light to guide her back to the armory. But as soon as she turned around, she saw a disheveled figure appear behind her.

"Ah!" This kind of plot that would only appear in a horror movie truly let her experience it firsthand, scaring her into a terrified cry. The lantern in her hand even fell to the ground.

The candle flame inside the lantern ignited the oiled paper instantly, and in a flash, the lantern turned to ash.

"Damn it, you broke one of my lanterns."

The man with disheveled hair standing before Qin Luoyan spoke, his voice a low and resonant baritone. He didn't sound very old.

Qin Luoyan was so frightened that she nearly lost her soul. She finally caught her breath and, listening to his voice, it didn't seem like a ghostly presence at all. She felt a little more at ease and, with a slight tremble in her voice, asked, "Who are you"

"Who am I Do you need to know As for you, how long have you been standing there Have the girls in the workshop gotten tired of looking around and started checking out men" The man let out a cold snort, his mockery blatant and unrestrained. As he spoke, he continued to straighten his clothes. He was only wearing an undershirt, so he picked up the thick coat from the ground and put it on in front of Qin Luoyan.

Qin Luo'yan heard his words and instantly reacted, "You're also a craftsman from the Weapons Workshop" Being able to mention the Weapons Workshop meant he was definitely someone from inside.

The man ignored her, only after he had put on his clothes did he comb his long hair back, revealing his face.

That was the face of a man in his twenties, with youthful naivete fading and a hint of maturity. His facial features were exquisitely beautiful, like a perfect porcelain doll, every line meticulously crafted by divine hands. His build wasn't particularly imposing either, lacking the rough and rugged feel of a blacksmith.

Such a man, more like an elegant scholar, it's hard to associate him with a blacksmith.

Qin Luoyan was a little stunned, staring at his face intently. This drew the man's displeasure. "Still looking Seems like it's time to change the girls in the kiln. You've looked enough to get tired of them. All you craftsmen are about to lose control."

After saying that to himself, he walked up to Qin Luoyan. Before she could react, he raised his hand and shoved her forward with a decisive and clean motion, clearly intending to push Qin Luoyan into the hot spring.

Even I dare to peek, you better wake up and get a grip…

It's a pity, as soon as the "bar" word left his mouth, he felt his pants loosen. He lowered his head in shock and was horrified to find that Qin Luoyan instinctively grabbed his pants when she fell.

Qin Luo yan fell into the hot spring, pulling his pants and him down with her.

Two consecutive "thump" sounds were especially jarring in the quiet forest. And when Qin Luoyan struggled to emerge from the water's surface, it was even more jarring because when she surfaced, her hand was still dramatically gripping a man's trousers.

"You!" The man followed him to the surface, his face ashen with anger. He pointed a finger at Qin Luoyan, gritting his teeth and growling, "Give me back my pants!"

"Whatever. Like I care about your filthy pants." Qin Luoyan twitched her lips and shoved the dripping wet trousers onto his face.

The trousers' waist was pulled across the man's face, inexplicably eliciting a sense of amusement. However, the man clearly couldn't smile, as his face had turned an utterly black color at this moment.

If you think "Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan" is good, please copy and paste the following URL to share it with your QQ, WeChat or Weibo friends, thank you for your support!

(: b/23/23838/) Zimo said that her body is weak, and if she breastfeeds her son, her son might also become weak, so he resolutely found ten or so carefully selected wet nurses for his son instead of letting her brea...