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Chapter 47

As soon as he approached Dengxian Pavilion, two women in pink and green clothes came over, "Master, please come in", they held Wei Wuyou's arms from left to right. A man in a black robe stopped her, "Old man, you have come to the wrong place."

The crutches leaned heavily on the ground, and the old, deep old man scolded, "What's the matter? I'm drinking some flower wine, and someone chased me away?" The voice was almost like the old man selling flowers at Qiaotou today.

"Please come in, old man, you must take care of your health," Gui Gong said, causing the women around to laugh, but no one came forward. If the old man died happily on the couch, he would have to pay for the funeral expenses, and the business would not be done at a loss.

The mother-in-law followed behind Wei Wuyou, seeing her hugging left and right, muttering in her mouth.

"Young master, my servant's name is Fen Chang, and my younger sister's name is Lv Yi. You smell so good on your body." The pink dress stuck to Wei Wuyou's body, and she bent her eyes and smiled tenderly.

"That's right, that's right, it's like the morning rain and dew, and the scent of Lanzhi's fragrant grass." Half of the body in the green clothes was almost squeezed into Wei Wuyou's arms.

Because she is a woman, the two people in front of her are only fourteen or five years old, slightly older than A Le, such intimacy between sisters is not inappropriate for Wei Wuyou, but the smell of makeup on her body makes her frown a little.

The mother-in-law behind her was muttering all the time, Wei Wuyou couldn't hear clearly, only occasionally heard a few words clearly, she was a disciple and frivolous, she shook her head and smiled wryly, she was both women, so what's wrong.

"The old man wants to go upstairs", "Old man, I'm really sorry, the upstairs is occupied by distinguished guests", Wei Wuyou raised his eyes and saw guards standing around upstairs, it seems that it is not so easy to save people.

"Wait outside, I'll talk to the old man first." Wei Wuyou sent out the pink and green clothes, pushed open the window, looked up, and saw the ghost hanging outside the window of one of the rooms, looking like a crow. In terms of ability, the food and wine in that room must be the best.

Not far away, you can climb over the window, hide under the window, and wait for an opportunity to save people.

Wei Wuyou was thinking about how to persuade her mother-in-law, when she jumped forward with strong agility, nestled like a black mushroom under the window, listening.

The voices of a man and a woman came out from the room, "Master Yuan Song, how can the girl from Dengxian Pavilion serve you well?" the woman asked, her voice sounded a little old.

"Madame Honglian's arrangement is not inappropriate. It's very good, very good, but the garden is full of spring, and it can't match the beauty of Madam Honglian." Yuan Song sounded quite young and spoke frivolously.

"Mr. Yuan made fun of you. Honglian is old and yellow, how can he compare to a delicate and tender girl?" Mrs. Honglian covered her lips and smiled, "Who said that when it comes to bed curtains, young girls don't know the beauty." Mrs. Honglian didn't make a sound, only heard the slight clapping of hands.

"You", Yuan Song was a little annoyed, presumably because his hands were taken advantage of, "Young Master Yuan, don't make fun of the Nu's family. Since the girl who ascended the fairy pavilion is not satisfied, the Nu's family has prepared two girls in the party tonight. All kinds of styles, people who have fun."

"Really!", Yuan Song sounded extremely happy, "I have long heard that the women of the Hehuan School have beautiful looks, are good at charm, soft and soft, and have an intoxicating voice. They sit on the bed and make people want to die."

"Mr. Yuan is hard to come by. As the head of the Hehuan Sect, why not greet him well?" Mrs. Honglian laughed. After hearing two clinks of glasses, Mrs. Honglian said in a low voice, "The matter discussed a few days ago , Mr. Yuan, did you tell your respected teacher?",

Wei Wuyou once heard Gao Luo say that the Demon Dao Gathering Demon Sect is divided into four factions, the Hehuan Sect, the Blood Demon Sect, the Demon Refining Sect, and the Valley of Thousand Ghosts. She had met Yuan Tianshi, the master of the Demon Refining Sect. He is the sect master of the Acacia Sect.

Yuan Song hesitated, "The family teacher has a very close relationship with the master of the Demon Judgment Sect, I'm afraid..." "The respected teacher is obsessed with cultivation, and rarely interferes with the sect. Now, all the matters of the Demon Refining Sect will be handed over to you." In the hands of the deputy sect master and the young master," Mrs. Honglian persuaded,

"The Blood Demon Sect was originally founded by the Demon Sect. The Hehuan Sect and the Demon Sect have been suppressed by the Demon Sect for a long time. Why are they willing to be submissive?"

"Let me think about this matter again. My family's teachers are old-fashioned. If I want to abandon the Demon Sect and establish my own family, I'm afraid I have to think about it in the long run." Mr. Yuan didn't want to say more, and just said a few words.

Madam Honglian was not reconciled, so she mentioned it several times, but was taken over by Mr. Yuan.

Wei Wuyou was listening intently, when he felt a burst of breath passing behind his ears, his hairs stood on end, and his back felt cold.

A hoarse voice whispered in her ear, "It really smells good",

"Huh?", Wei Wuyou looked sideways, her ear accidentally brushed her mother-in-law's mouth, feeling weird, she touched her ear, "Young master's fragrance is like morning rain and dew, Lanzhi fragrant grass",

In the same way, the green clothes of the [-]th Five-Year Plan are cute, but if it is called an old, hoarse voice similar to that of an old flower seller at the bridge, Wei Wuyou's goose bumps will explode.

"Who!" Madam Honglian's voice reprimanded in the room, Wei Wuyou held his breath, and in the silence around him, he heard some faint voices from the next room,

"Young master, you, you, be gentle, slave, I'm going to die..." With the creaking of the bed, a woman gasped and shouted, "I want to kill you tonight, bitch Son", the man was breathing heavily, and every time he said three or two words, he could hear the woman moaning mournfully.

Mr. Yuan laughed softly, put the wine glass on the case, and teased, "Madam's ears are really good."

There is no kingly way, dare to kill people under the nose, Wei Wuyou sullenly, pretending to break in, but was grabbed by the mother-in-law,

"My friend, you are pinching my waist, but if you want to, you will torment me to death..." the woman panted delicately, and her voice was soft.

"Be careful, baby, please raise your legs," the man coaxed.

The bed creaked, accompanied by the men and women's heavy panting and groaning, Wei Wuyou, no matter how ignorant he was, knew that it might be the joy of the two of them in the boudoir, without harming his life, he turned his head again and listened intently to Mrs. Honglian's conversation.

The warmth from the wrist made Wei Wuyou bow his head, and saw that the skinny hand was pinching her, "Mother-in-law", the mother-in-law's breath was a little heavy, she came back to her senses, shook off Wei Wuyou's hand, and cursed, " You idiot! Almost a bad thing!".

Yuan Song breathed heavily, put down his cup, and said anxiously, "Mrs. Honglian, we can discuss the important matter another day. The night is just right. Send those two people here quickly." The door was pushed open, and there were two muffled groans, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Honglian betrayed the lord, if the suzerain knows...", "Gag their mouths!", Mrs. Honglian said angrily, Wei Wuyou felt a little trembling in her heart, it turned out that Feng Siniang and Xiang'er belonged to the Hehuan sect People, the internal struggle of the Demon Cult, whether she should take care of this nosy matter.

"Young Master Yuan, these two people betrayed the religion and tapped the big acupoints, and dedicated them to the young master to enjoy tonight. Whether they live or die, they are at the disposal of the young master." Mrs. Honglian laughed softly, her words were indescribably vicious.

"Madam's affection, Yuan has written it down", "Then don't bother you son", Madam Honglian turned and closed the door,

"Beauty", only heard Xiang'er whisper, "Let go of Xiang'er", Feng Siniang scolded, "Don't worry, I will miss you, my son will love you very much tonight", Yuan Song said evilly smile.

Wei Wuyou didn't notice Yuan Song's cultivation, he was at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, unless his mother-in-law took action, Wei Wuyou turned his head and found that at some point, her mother-in-law had quietly disappeared.

With her strength alone, she couldn't beat Yuan Song, besides, Wei Wuyou hesitated to intervene in the affairs of the Devil's Cult, but she couldn't sit idly by when she heard Feng Siniang and Xiang'er scolding more and more embarrassingly in the room.

Yuan Song was tearing Xiang'er's clothes, when there was a loud bang, a black shadow shot out, shattering the window, he turned around, stretched out his palms, his sleeves fluttered, and he flicked away easily, it was a meteor hammer weighing more than [-] jin , followed by the kid who leaped in, wearing a green robe, practicing Qi.

"A boy who doesn't know how to live or die," Yuan Song said calmly. He has a white face and thin beard, and the corners of his mouth are drooping. He looks sinister and lustful. Wei Wuyou didn't answer, and casually threw another meteor hammer.

Yuan Song knew that this person's cultivation was weak, and with the meteor hammer he had easily dismantled just now, he casually stretched out a hand, intending to take it hard, to give the boy a bad blow.

Wei Wuyou recited the mantra silently, she is not Yuan Song's opponent, she can only be defeated with one blow.

The strong wind hit his face, and Yuan Song felt that something was wrong. The moment he touched his hand, the meteor hammer weighed more than several thousand catties, and it was like a broken bamboo. The strength, otherwise, will hit his breastbone.

Footsteps sank on the ground, Yuan Song flicked his sleeves, the meteor hammer crashed into the wall, and fell to the ground with a bang. He suffered a sudden loss and was furious.

There is no heat at all, and the palm-sized Firebird is like a child playing. With his left hand behind his back, Yuan Song took out three darts, which glowed with a dark luster, and his right hand was clawed. The fire bird erupted suddenly, the temperature rose sharply, and a large sea of ​​flames was ignited.

It was still the seven firebirds that had transformed all the true energy in their bodies, and they exploded in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the opponent used all his strength in the first move, Yuan Song folded his hands together, and sacrificed a black gold token, black mist gushed out instantly, changing into various strange shapes, and devouring the fire bird.

Wei Wuyou took advantage of Yuan Song's attack on Huo Niao, retracted the meteor hammer, picked up Feng Siniang and Xiang'er with both hands, and swept away like lightning.

In a panic, she turned her head to look, and saw that the ferocious sea of ​​flames that once trapped Yunxuan had been swallowed up by Yuan Song, so she ran away with oil on the soles of her feet.

"I want to run!", Yuan Song's eyes were red with anxiety, he got up and chased, and shot three darts, Wei Wuyou couldn't move, so he had to bite his teeth hard, his throat was fishy, ​​and blood came out from the corner of his mouth.

The author has something to say: Wuyou: Mother-in-law, why are you pinching my arm?

Mother-in-law: I'll strangle you idiot!

Wuyou: People are about to die, don't I want to save them?

Mother-in-law: I want your life now!

Worry-free: Don't be so angry, the elderly are prone to cerebral hemorrhage.

Mother-in-law: I'll knock you to death.

Tonight, I would like to thank Joyce, as an obsessive-compulsive disorder, he helped me arrange the copywriting neatly, making me feel comfortable. After putting together the covers of each book, I found that the original cover I made was really ugly. Yes, I am a person who does not admit defeat sometimes. I always feel that there is nothing difficult about it, and it will be done after a little time.Then I wasted time and got my nose bruised, my face swollen and my head full of bags, and the things I made were, uh, not very satisfactory, so ah, it is better to leave the things that are not good at to people who are good at it.

Thank you Nana and welcome mine. After writing this article, many of my original friends have bubbled up again. It seems that I have returned to the beginning. There is a kind of time passing by. I turned my head and looked, ah, you are still there, happy , hope everyone is well.

Originally, I always felt that writing was too tiring, and the time-consuming income was very low. Pirates were everywhere, and I always wanted to give up halfway through.But looking at it now, the interest is far better than the boring job. Even if you have no money, you can meet many friends and write stories to share your brains every day. It is also very happy, so I hope it can be. Keep writing, at least, behind Qingfeng, I have at least planned 2 or 3 books, and I am thinking about the outline, and my head is broken.

I find that when I write at night, I will talk a lot, as if I have a lot of mental journeys I want to share. It is not the sentimental, lonely and empty you think. I am lying on the bed alone, in the quiet night, I typed the above words with a smile, and did not shed tears ==!

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