Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

Xie Wangyan pointed at himself, "Is it immoral?"

"Who wants to see me change clothes?"

"I clearly said I can just change clothes behind the screen."

Faced with Xie Wangyan's soul questioning, Yun Yiyan still didn't look at him and just said, "Hurry up and get dressed."

"..." Okay, this is the cold violence that belongs to the cold beauty, right?

Xie Wangyan thought to himself, when you go to get your inheritance treasure, don't ask me for help.

While taking off the rest of his clothes, he quickly changed into pants that looked like bloomers. The pants were patchwork and half-veiled, only exposing the sides of his calves.

There are many chains, tiny pearls and bells hanging on the whole dress.

When walking, these things made a pleasant sound together, especially the waist, which was equipped with a belt about the thickness of three fingers. The belt was studded with pearls and chains, allowing the belt to hang naturally around the waist.

It also made everyone's attention fall on the waist.

Xie Wangyan moved around a bit, but didn't feel any discomfort.

"Put it on."

Yun Yiyan handed over a veil.

Similar to his own veil, the entire veil felt smooth and had a radiant feel under the light. It seemed like it was another Shark yarn.

——Xie Wangyan didn’t know the origin of Yun Yiyan, but Baihua Sect was not a big sect.

Yun Yiyan in the original work also lived a relatively poor life, and did not look like a monk who would spend a lot of money to buy shark gauze.

Thinking of the fact that the other party mentioned in the novel needed to get his own blood inheritance, Xie Huayan guessed that the other party was not only not a human monk, but also had a high probability of having shark blood... Thinking of this, he thought of the herring he had put in the beast bag. The immortal and the peacock.

I don’t know if this competition place can get the resources for those two.

With many thoughts running through his head, Xie Wangyan still put on the veil handed over by Yun Yiyan.

After getting dressed, he sat down on a stool nearby, poured himself a cup of tea, and then asked Yun Yiyan, "Then when are we going to sign up?" He thought for a moment and added, " Rescue the little junior sister."

"That's your senior sister."

Xie turned a deaf ear to his lies. He could see that although Yun Yiyan was a bit sarcastic, he was not a bad person.

In addition, the realm gap between him and this person is only a little more than one realm... He is not as reserved as when he faced Yan Qingzhou and Ye Huaiyuan.

Thinking of this, Xie Wangyan remembered his spirit beast pill that had not yet been refined.

After entering the Baihua Gate, he had to go to the Chongtian Gate...but the Chongtian Gate was a long way away, and it was far away from the Baihua Gate. If there was no spirit boat or the help of powerful monks to shrink the ground, it would be difficult to go there. The trip will take several months.

On the contrary, Chongtian Sect and Kunlun Sword Sect are on the same continent...

Thinking of this, Xie Wangyan felt that there were still many things he had to do next.

I don’t even want to waste time here, I just want the competition to recruit a bride to start as soon as possible.

……

"City Lord, the people from Baihuamen don't seem to have taken the bait."

The report was from the dead soldier of the Lord of Huaxian City. Sang Wuming, the Lord of Huaxian City, was a monk in the early stages of leaving the body and was almost invincible in the entire Huaxian City.

Even in the surrounding cities, it was extremely rare to find someone with a similar level of cultivation as the city lord.

In these towns where mortals and monks live together, the cultivation level of the city lords is probably at the Yuanying stage at most. If you want to cross that level of shackles and enter the out-of-body stage, you have to get an incredible opportunity. .

Sang Wuming is such a person who got the opportunity.

He was sitting on a soft couch in the room, wearing moonlight clothes. The room was almost a sea of ​​flowers, with all kinds of spiritual flowers and herbs scattered in the room. He had black hair and held the snowflakes he had just picked in his hand. Gardenia, who looked handsome, did not raise her eyes when facing the dead man's words and said——

"Details."

"My subordinates went to check various registration points, but found no signs of Baihuamen... female cultivators infiltrating the area." The dead man hesitated for a moment, and decided to call himself female cultivators for the time being.

"They just came out of the Yan family's little secret realm."

"The exit of the small secret realm is uncertain, and it seems that they cannot gather together for the time being, so they cannot come to Huaxian City to participate in the competition to recruit a bride."

Sang Wuming listened to the dead man's words and nodded, as if he understood what he meant.

The dead man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart - he had just arrived at the Sang family not long ago, and he didn't understand why the others looked like they were facing a formidable enemy when they heard that he was going to report to Sang Wuming.

In addition, he had a very good impression of Sang Wuming.

He never criticizes his subordinates harshly. Although he is the lord of the city, he treats his subordinates equally.

Although he already has a child at a young age, he looks about 30 years old... and he doesn't look like a powerful monk who is nearly a thousand years old at all.

Thinking of this, he was still thinking about whether Sang Wuming had anything else to explain.

I saw Sang Wuming holding his head and admiring the snow gardenia in his hand.

"Snow gardenia has a sweet smell and is a flower that Yue'er likes very much."

Although the dead man didn't understand why Sang Wuming suddenly mentioned the young master, since Sang Wuming didn't speak, he had to kneel down and wait.

"It's just that although the snow gardenia is beautiful, it is difficult to preserve. It is even harder to find a perfect one." Sang Wuming looked at the snow gardenia in his hand. The petals of the perfect snow gardenia should be pure white and have a kind of color. Translucent jade-like texture.

Although the snow gardenia in front of me has a standard flower shape, there is an indentation on one of the petals - I don’t know when it was left, which makes this snow gardenia no longer perfect.

But no matter how imperfect the Snow Gardenia is, it is still a spiritual herb and is still worth hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones.

Sang Wuming tore off the imperfect petal of the indented snow gardenia, and then threw the flower with one petal torn off to the dead man who was half kneeling below.

"Let's go."

Although the dead man didn't understand what Sang Wuming meant, when he saw that the other party gave him the spiritual grass, he thought it was to reward him.

Then he took the snowy gardenia and left Sang Wuming's room.

——But he didn’t expect that he had just walked out of Sang Wuming’s room door.

His head was cut off.

The blood sprayed out instantly splashed directly on the flowers at the door of the room.

Sang Wuming dropped the petal in his hand, stepped over the corpse of the dead soldier at the door, and came to the door of the room.

He looked back at the blood-stained spiritual grass at the door——

"It's dirty." He turned around and walked outside the room, "Burn it."

As soon as he finished speaking, fire suddenly broke out in the house, and in an instant, the originally extremely luxurious house turned into a sea of ​​fire... The fire light reflected Sang Wuming's handsome and ascetic face, "I heard that Yun Yiyan has entered the city. ?”

"And you brought a good friend with you?"

There was no smile in Sang Wuming's eyes, "That would just make it impossible for them to return."