The importance of cannon fodder

Chapter 167
Su Jiao helped Mo Yuran to the hot spring, just when Su Jiao was praying that Mo Yuran could be rescued smoothly, Mo Yuran finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Be patient, shall we go out?" Su Jiao is still in the old witch's lair, and the old witch may come back anytime.

"I can't bear it anymore." Mo Yuran immediately hugged Su Jiao into his arms.

The hug was very tight, wishing to rub Su Jiao into his body.

He was very strong and Su Jiao couldn't break away from him.

But it's too obvious here, someone can see them at a glance when they come over.

But Mo Yuran, who was burning with desire, couldn't think so much at the moment, his action of unbuttoning Su Jiao's pants under Su Jiao's skirt indiscriminately was called a monkey rush.

Su Jiao looked around for a week. This hot spring is an indoor hot spring with several hot springs surrounded by light gauze. Layers of white gauze fell from the top to separate each hot spring. The white gauze looked very elegant. , now, it’s only here.

Su Jiao gritted her teeth and took Mo Yuran to the most inconspicuous soup pool on the far side.

There is no fruit wine next to this soup pool, and it seems to be the one that is not commonly used. Compared with the two big soup pools in the middle, it looks a bit shabby.

The water inside is also exceptionally clear, but a little small.

Su Jiao submerged in the water, the hot spring water was very warm.

Mo Yuran also came in, without any foreplay, but fortunately with the lubrication of hot spring water, Su Jiao didn't feel too uncomfortable.

I didn't expect to have physical contact with Mo Yuran again because of some kind of medicine in such a place.

Although Su Jiao's body is very sensitive, she still has to pay attention to the sound of footsteps outside, because she knows that Yan Feifei will come back soon.

Fortunately, Mo Yuran fell down and let go, and his expression became clearer.

Looking at Su Jiao's naked body in the spring water, his beautiful eyes felt more guilty.

"Is it better? Let's leave." Seeing that Mo Yuran's expression had recovered a bit, Su Jiao asked.

"I will marry you." Mo Yuran brushed Su Jiao's face with her fingertips, staring at Su Jiao with her dark eyes, and said seriously.

"Well, let's leave quickly." Su Jiao looked at Mo Yuran's serious face, water drops fell from his black hair, and her heart trembled a little, but she still left here to discuss these matters now good.

But what Su Jiao didn't expect was that Yanfei flew so fast, before she and Mo Yuran could get out of the hot spring pool, the sound of breaking the wind with lightness kung fu reached Su Jiao's ears.

Su Jiao Lianchu and Mo Yuran hid in the soup pool.

Fortunately, there are many white gauzes in the hot spring area. Although the area is beautiful, it is not easy to detect.

After a few steps, Yan Feifei flew to the wing room where Mo Yuran was locked. When she saw the ropes scattered on the ground and the unconscious maid on the ground, she kicked the door of the room with a livid face and came out.

Her eyes stared around, trying to hear some clues.

Su Jiao has a long memory this time, if she wants to hide under the master, she must hold her breath, otherwise even the sound of breathing will be heard.

Sure enough, the old witch looked at the pool, didn't find them, and flew out.

Hearing the sound of the old witch leaving, Su Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and popped her head out of the water.

Mo Yuran crawled out of the hot spring pool, and also got Su Jiao out.

He looks fine now.

"Let's go." Mo Yuran looked at Su Jiao, whose clothes were drenched, and her graceful curves were all exposed in front of his eyes. He felt that the effect of the medicine on his body hadn't passed, but he still couldn't bear to look away from her. Su Jiao moved away.

"Yeah." Su Jiao was a little embarrassed by his look, remembering that she could use her internal force to dry her clothes, so Su Jiao secretly tried to use her internal force to dry her clothes.

Su Jiao and Mo Yuran left the hot spring pool together, and walked to the somewhat gloomy hall, when Su Jiao and Mo Yuran walked to the middle.

A little spark in the dimness seemed to be ignited at the moment of rubbing, instantly lighting up the oil lamp in the hall, and the originally dark hall suddenly became brightly lit.

And on the front seat, who else could it be if it wasn't Yan Feifei?In front of her seat, a group of women dressed like Su Jiao held swords and stood in front of the old hag.

"I knew you girl wouldn't give up." Yan Feifei looked down at Su Jiao and Mo Yuran.

Unexpectedly, Yan Feifei didn't leave at all, but waited for them here.

As if seeing Su Jiao's surprised eyes, Yan Feifei said proudly, "Are you wondering why I'm still here? In his situation, you won't be able to leave here for a while, But it's a pity, I didn't expect that Mo Lang's first time was not for me."

As he spoke, he glanced at Mo Yuran with melancholy eyes.

"You want to be with me too?" Mo Yuran grabbed You Meng, ready to fight the old hag.

Su Jiao knows head-to-head, and Mo Yuran can't beat Yan Feifei at all. Yan Feifei is about 50 years old. He has double-cultivated with men for many years, absorbed the skills of men, and has deep internal strength. Mo Yuran is less than [-] years old. Yuran is a genius in martial arts, and her internal strength is not a star and a half behind her. However, although Mo Yuran's internal strength is not high, her swordsmanship is very exquisite, so she can fight against the old witch.

"Mo Lang really doesn't cry until he sees the coffin."

Under the signal of the old witch, Yan Feifei sat down and a group of women flew towards Mo Yuran with swords.

These women are not good at martial arts, and they were beaten to pieces by Mo Yuran in a short while, and they didn't even touch the corners of Mo Yuran's and Su Jiao's clothes.

"Useless thing." The old witch said in disgust, then stretched out a hand and flew towards Mo Yuran.

They fought so quickly that Su Jiao could hardly see clearly. In an instant, the two fought for hundreds of rounds.

The old witch's fingertips were very sharp, and when they touched Mo Yuran's knife, some sparks came out.

Su Jiao hid aside and was anxious.

The two fought again, and Mo Yuran was obviously no match for the old hag.

With that, among masters, opponents are the most intolerant of distractions.

"Old witch, I am the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and my father is Nie Fenghao. Do you still remember when you seduced my father? You stole the chicken but lost the rice, and you were sent to the nest." Su Jiao shouted loudly.

When Nie Nianxue was young, she liked to listen to storytelling stories in Jianghu. Nie Nianxue remembered very clearly about her father's glorious deeds.

Sure enough, the old witch was distracted after hearing this, and was hit on the left shoulder by Mo Yuran's sword.

The old witch gave Su Jiao a hard look, restrained her mind, and focused on confronting Mo Yuran.

"Old witch, the wrinkles on your face are so many that even the powder on your face can't cover it. You look seventy or eighty, don't you feel ashamed to dress so coquettishly every day?" Su Jiao continued. roared.

(End of this chapter)