My Charms Only Work on Bad Women

The middle-aged fat man had already noticed what happened at the door of the pavilion, but he was still eating peanuts and drinking wine in a leisurely manner.

The broad back exudes a faint spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm.

To be precise, it is a high-ranking official's aura fused with Nascent Soul's spiritual pressure.

Yijianhu swaggered over, snatched another plate of peanuts that hadn't touched his chopsticks, and poured them into his mouth like drinking.

The middle-aged fat man slowly raised his eyelids, his bloated body trembled, and he sneered faintly:

"Women also visit brothels?"

Yijianhu stepped on the half-dish of peanuts that the man was eating, and said arrogantly:

"Look at you scaring the girls... Can't you see it? It's not that these literati are not elegant enough, but that no one likes you, a fat pig!"

The middle-aged fat man trembled slightly, but his eyes remained quite calm.

After all, he is also a senior official of the Dao League.

Even if he goes whoring privately on Weibo now, there are still two Nascent Soul peak guards protecting him. Isn't this kind of configuration going sideways in a small place like Cambrian Kingdom?

But the woman in front of me is a little bit wrong.

Even though she only has the Golden Core cultivation base, she is very arrogant, and she is also too beautiful...

"Did I... meet you somewhere?"

At this time, the old servant who had just been thrown out, after whispering a few words to the black-clothed guard outside, hurried back to the main hall of Tianzi Pavilion, and said to the middle-aged man with his spiritual thoughts:

"This woman is Ling Zhouyue. The scoundrel in the academy 50 years ago is now called Yijianhu. She is a second-class prisoner in the local Taoist Palace... This woman has always been desperate. She was chopped off when she was released from prison some time ago. Qi Shan's head, not only was not punished, but made meritorious service, it is best not to be as knowledgeable as her."

"is it?"

The middle-aged man stood up slowly, and the subversive spiritual pressure of the two Nascent Souls also enveloped the entire Yanzi Chunhui.

The man stood out with a tight and bloated stomach in a blue robe, showing the majesty of a senior official of the Dao League, and stared lecherously into Yi Jianhu's eyes.

"Girls don't like me, can they still like women?"

"That's not good."

Yijianhu raised his head and took a sip of the wine, his eyes flicked, and the sword intent was overwhelming.

The man seemed to be struck by a sword, his brows turned black, he subconsciously looked and patted his waist...

Not cut in half.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered some legends in the academy back then.

"This inspector is not a rough person. Even if I show compassion to my subordinates today, I'm selling you face. In a few days, you have to be careful when the Daomeng asks you."

Saying so, the middle-aged fat man who claimed to be the inspector left Tianzi Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

Servants, guards, and more than a dozen literati left together...

However, a group of literati and refined scholars were stopped by Yijianhu.

"You can't go, continue to play music, continue to dance, how can Tianzi Pavilion be fun if there is no atmosphere?"

The literati and Confucian scholars were too frightened to move. Seeing the middle-aged man walking away, they resumed writing and writing, and honestly became the atmosphere group.

Xiao Bai only felt happy, but pretended to be worried and asked:

"That's the inspector of the Daomeng, the boss of our boss's boss, are you sure about this?"

Yijianhu snorted coldly:

"That's not an ordinary inspector. The status of the children of the eight great families is much higher than that of ordinary inspectors."

Xiao Bai thought to himself, the Eight Great Aristocratic Families are the Tianlong people among the Tianlong people, this person is a marginal person without talent in the clan, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to be just an inspector.

"Knowing that it is the Eight Great Aristocratic Families, do you still have this attitude?"

Yijianhu looked at Xiao Bai cheerfully, and said:

"Didn't I have you as a backer? With you making great contributions to me and earning a lot of money, I still need to look at such a hot face? If you didn't beat him, he was being polite today."

Xiao Bai's face turned bitter, this woman cut off his leek.

"Then what would you do without me?"

"Oh...then I can only kill and go to jail."

Saying this, Yijianhu raised his head and drank heavily, shook his buttocks triumphantly, turned and walked into the ninth room.

The literati, scholars and maids around were so frightened that their faces were pale and they dared not breathe.

The ninth room.

Liansheng prepares tea and plays the piano to wait.

The windows in the private room are bright and clear, and the light entering the screen is a faint purple, with a hint of cherry blossom.

The girl's figure is small and well-proportioned, she is covered with a lavender gauze, her waist is like a thin willow, and it is very soft and waxy, giving people a kind of fairytale feeling that can fall down when pushed.

The appearance is also delicate and pleasant, but the temperament is relatively plain, and he doesn't talk or smile, just like Mu Yun with a straight face.

Yijianhu looked inside and out for a long time, but he couldn't find any woman who could squeeze Xiao Bai's body dry.

"Hey, why is there only Miss Liansheng, the new girl you came to play with that day?"

With a chill on his cold face, Lian Sheng immediately put away the prepared tea and said:

"I didn't ask you two to come in, please go back, I want to rest."

That face resembled an extremely angry Mu Yun.

Valley catfish

Xiao Bai sat next to her with a smile, took out the tea she had prepared and tasted it, and asked curiously:

"Strange, even in Tianzi Pavilion, some girls usually love money, not to mention there are so many literati to help, why don't you let that fat man into the fan room today?"

Liansheng sat like an ice sculpture and said coldly:

"We are just poor performers, and no one dares to get involved in the battle for the throne."

Xiao Bai asked her again:

"How do you know that the fat man has something to do with the battle for the throne?"

Liansheng picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"That's the inspector of the Daoist League, and an old friend of Mr. Jian Guo."

Xiao Bai was thoughtful... thinking what does this have to do with Master Jian Guo?

"You are a golden house hiding your beauty!"

Suddenly, Yijianhu found a woman in the quilt under the bed in the back room!

He took the woman out and saw that it was a tortured brothel girl covered in bruises.

Liansheng sighed:

"This is sister Biyun from the seventh room."

Yijianhu put the woman lightly on the bed.

"I seem to have the impression that this girl really likes the Seventh Prince. Every time the Seventh Prince comes, she easily lets him into the room."

Xiao Bai hurriedly got up and went into the back room.

Seeing that the woman was injured, he hurriedly fed a Huiling Pill to the Biyun girl, and slowly delivered the medicine with the palm of his hand against her lower abdomen to quickly heal her injury.

Fortunately, it was just some skin trauma, Miss Biyun woke up soon, bowed to Xiao Bai and the others and said:

"Biyun is very grateful to Supervisor Xiao, Supervisor Hu, and Sister Liansheng for saving her life."

Xiao Bai took a closer look, this girl was quite beautiful, she was taller, she looked pitiful between her brows, she had a feeling of drifting clouds and helplessness.

It's a pity that Yijianhu didn't find the woman who squeezed Xiao Bai dry, but it's also interesting to rub against the woman of the Seventh Prince, so he sat down on the side of the bed and said:

"The kindness of saving my life can only be thanked by mouth. You can sing me a song and give me a massage. Don't worry, I'm a woman, so I don't count as cheating on your Seventh Prince."

Bi Yun was slightly taken aback, but had no choice but to follow suit.

Xiao Bai shook his head and remained silent, turned around and returned to the private room, sat cross-legged behind Liansheng, and sipped tea from a cup.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

Liansheng didn't turn his head, his tone was extremely cold.

"How's sister Wan'er feeling?"

How did you, little witch, learn from the jade pot?

Xiao Bai complained in his heart, but said:

"It's not like Miss Liansheng's piano skills are amazing."

Lian Sheng shook his head, frowned and said:

"What a heartless man, you don't even care why Sister Wan'er disappeared."

"I……"

Xiao Bai was tongue-tied, stunned for a long time, and had no choice but to answer:

"Where did she go?"

Unexpectedly, Liansheng shot back again:

"Hmph, you really are still thinking about her!"

Good guy, your little avatar is more jealous than this deity?

Did you become addicted to playing the piano that day, or did the deity form a pill, which gave you support?

Xiao Bai put down the teacup, hugged Miss Liansheng's slender waist like a weeping willow from behind, and whispered:

"My good wife, Nangong Wan'er is part of your sister Yuhu's experiment, and the Yaomeng is trying to win me over!"

Liansheng's body softened, and he forcibly stabilized himself.

"The Mozong also wants to win you over, are you willing?"

"Aren't I already a member of the Demon Sect?"