Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

"No, I just want to get to know you."

The prodigal son could not find a reason to ask Jasmine for a while, so he replied directly.

"Why do you know her? You are in the south of Huaiyuan, and she is in the north of Huaiyuan. What? Do you still want to keep her in your pocket through Huaiyuan?"

Jasmine didn't know that the prodigal son had come to the north of Huaiyuan, so he was a little surprised by the prodigal son.

The reason why he accepted the mission decisively was because he had no intention of hiding the fact that he had come here.

Because he felt that there was a high probability that his position would be controlled by the Assassin Pavilion.

Of course, even if the Assassin Pavilion had no way to control his position, he didn't think it was a wrong decision for him to accept that mission.

"Hahaha..."

The prodigal son did not tell Jasmine that he had come to the north of Huaiyuan, so he started laughing.

So the conversation between the two of them came to an abrupt end.

"Could it be that the woman didn't report her information to the Assassin Pavilion and didn't share it?"

After finishing the conversation with Jasmine, the prodigal son began to think.

A thought like this came to mind.

Immediately afterwards, he gave up again and shook his head. Everything will be known when he sneaks into the interior as a male model tomorrow.

Thinking about it, the prodigal son turned over and pressed Lian Qingqiu, who was lying on the couch beside him, under him.

The refreshing fragrance flooded into the prodigal son's nostrils, causing him to take a deep breath, then leaned his face down, and kissed Lian Qingqiu's fair and delicate neck.

"Well..."

Feeling his slightly hasty kiss, Lian Qingqiu's cheeks flushed, without struggling.

Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, it was slaughtered by the hungry wolf, the prodigal son.

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To the north of Huaiyuan, the most central area of ​​Yuanjing, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, there are continuous magnificent buildings and mountains.

This is where the leading forces in the north of Huaiyuan, the Jiaolong Villa take root.

The entire Jiaolong Villa has a mountainous area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles.

Extremely magnificent and astonishing.

If you look carefully from above, you can see that there is a long area in the entire Jiaolong Villa, which looks like a dragon.

And the center is the position of the dragon's abdomen. A building is different from other buildings, bigger and more magnificent. A huge bright red orb is printed on the top, which is very eye-catching.

At the same time, the atmosphere in this building is also burning like a flame.

I saw the glorious atmosphere of the construction in the building, mainly in red and supplemented by black.

Looking around, you can see that in the innermost part, a serious-looking white-haired old man is dressed in a gorgeous red dragon robe, sitting on a seat carved with dragon patterns.

Just by sitting there, he can give people a strong sense of oppression, and he is not angry.

As for the several people half kneeling in front of him, all of them showed bitter expressions, without saying a word, each sitting on pins and needles.

The half-kneeling person in the center was the leading middle-aged man who was chasing after him at that time.

"What about things?"

Finally, a voice came from the silent space. It was the old man's voice. The voice was thick and deep, majestic and frightening.

The sound reached several people's ears, causing their bodies to tremble, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"Big, my lord, the thing... The thing has not been found..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said tremblingly. The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, the more his breathing became more rapid and tense, and the sound of his heartbeat was particularly loud in the silent space.

After his words fell, except for the sound of his heartbeat, the entire hall fell into a dead silence again, as if the space had frozen.

Several people did not dare to look up at the old man's face.

After a long time, the old man spewed out a cloud of fresh air from his nasal cavity.

"why?"

He only uttered three words, but the words were obviously more depressing than before.

The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his throat rolled, and then tremblingly said:

"then............."

He told the situation in detail at that time.

"So, that's why I suspect that the person who accepted the mission from the Assassination Pavilion took the things away, or it was simply the instructions from the Assassination Pavilion."

As he said that, he seemed to have gained a little more confidence, and directly raised his head to look at the old man in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the old man's face at the moment is as cold as a pool of hell.

He was so frightened that his complexion turned pale immediately, and he quickly lowered his head.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hall fell into a dead silence again. The old man remained motionless with a cold face, as if he was weighing the pros and cons and deciding what to do next.

And several half-kneeling middle-aged men waited on pins and needles.

After a long time, the old man slightly dissipated the cold look on his face, let out a deep breath, looked at the people in front of him, and said softly:

"It's not your fault."

Hearing the words, several people were relieved, and they all showed expressions of rejoicing.

But as soon as the old man said the second half of the sentence, their expressions froze in vain, their eyes widened, and the pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinholes.

"However, you still have to bear the responsibility."

As the second half of the old man's indifferent and old words came out, the few people lost their vitality and fell forward.

Then the old man frowned, stood up and walked out of the hall.

After he left, several men wearing black masks came out from the darkness and disposed of their bodies.

............

Gradually, the sky is getting late, the silver moon hangs high, and the night falls.

In the wasteland inn.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

The prodigal son said softly, holding Lian Qingqiu's soft and boneless waist with both hands, lifted her up and put her aside.

"Hmm~"

Lian Qingqiu hummed at him coquettishly, and put her arms around his waist, not wanting him to go.

"Snapped!"

The prodigal son slapped her hard.

"what!"

Lian Qingqiu let out a cry, her cheeks flushed with shame, and she felt numb all over.

Immediately after the prodigal son Miao finished changing, he walked to the obedient and obedient Cang Yunyi who was sitting on the chair on the other side, put his hand on her head, stroked her lightly, and said softly:

"I'll be back soon."

Hearing this, Cang Yunyi didn't show the slightest strangeness, she looked at him submissively with her pretty face up slightly.

"Yes, my lord."

Immediately afterwards, the prodigal son turned around and left.

His words were, of course, a warning to Cang Yunyi.

Cang Yunyi naturally knew what he meant.

After the prodigal son left, Lian Qingqiu squatted on the couch.

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