Xiang'er carried the vegetable basket and slowly walked back to the inn.
After seeing it, Wu Shuang hurried over and asked with concern, "Xiang'er, why have you been gone for so long? Besides, your injuries haven't healed yet. How dangerous it is to go out alone."
"Haha, sister Wushuang, I'm fine. I'm going to prepare dinner for the young master." Xiang'er's face was very pale and her steps were slow. Watching her walking towards the kitchen, Wushuang shook his head helplessly, "Hey, this is all
Why bother!"
As the sky grew dark, Xiang'er made a few stir-fried dishes, placed them neatly on the tray, smiled, and carried them towards Duan Zifei's room.
Opening the door, "Master?"
There was no one in the room.
She was stunned for a moment, carefully closed the door, walked in and put the food on the table. When she saw that the food she had brought at noon was still there without moving, she frowned unconsciously.
The air around her suddenly experienced strange fluctuations. Her eyes froze, and she turned around suddenly. Duan Zifei suddenly appeared behind her, looking at her like a lake mirror with eyes that never stopped.
"Master? Huh... Master, you scared Xiang'er to death!" Xiang'er patted her chest with lingering fear, "Master, even if you want to punish Xiang'er, there's no need to do this."
Duan Zifei half-closed his eyes, walked past her, walked to the table, glanced at the things on the table, and then slowly sat down.
Xiang'er's eyes brightened, and she hurriedly stepped forward to place her chopsticks, "Master, please use them. These are all cooked by Xiang'er herself."
Duan Zifei silently picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of bamboo shoot, brought it to his mouth, and chewed it gracefully.
Xiang'er grinned happily and asked tentatively, "Master, how does it taste?"
"Yeah," he just responded, but this was enough to make Xiang'er extremely excited. You know, except for Xiaoxiao, he had never responded to any other woman.
"Then, young master, please eat more."
Her obsessed eyes were always locked on his handsome and extraordinary profile. In the world, he was the only one who could rival Shura, and he was the only man who could be worthy of Xiang'er!
Duan Zifei, she is determined to decide on this man!
After a short while, he put down his chopsticks. Xiang'er immediately recovered his thoughts, poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "Master, moisturize your throat."
He raised his eyes to look at her, then took it and took a sip.
Xiang'er stood aside happily, and after he stood up, she followed him, "When Xiang'er was at home, she would massage my parents every day. Her technique is very good. Master, do you want to try it?"
Duan Zifei was speechless, but Xiang'er knew that this represented his acquiescence. She happily walked over and put her little hand on his shoulder, pressing it with moderate strength.
Gradually, her hand slid further and further down to his thin but strong chest, where she caressed it back and forth ambiguously. The luster in her eyes became more and more ambiguous. There was a voice in her heart that kept shouting, she wanted this.
Man! I want to conquer him at all costs!
Suddenly, Duan Zifei grabbed her hand and pushed her away mercilessly. Xiang'er was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
She bit her lip. After seeing the indifference in his eyes, she felt a fire coming from nowhere. She stood up and asked, somewhat irrationally, "Why do you reject me?"
Duan Zifei's red lips suddenly lifted, "You can't replace her."
One sentence mercilessly exposed her thoughts, and made her, who had always been arrogant, want to compete. She stared at her closely, with an unpredictable smile on her cheeks, and stood there
He started to take off his clothes.
The coat, the petticoat, the middle coat, and finally, she took off her bra without even thinking about it, and stood calmly in front of him, "Why can't it be replaced? If she can do it, I can do the same!"
Duan Zifei slowly raised his eyes, his eyes falling on her naked body. He didn't see any lust at all, but was surprisingly calm.
Xiang'er smiled charmingly and walked towards him, "Am I not as good as Miss?"
His eyes did not move, always locked on her. Xiang'er became even more determined, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud in her heart. After all, Duan Zifei was still a man, a man. Faced with such a lively temptation, how could he refuse?
With her charming half-breasted eyes, she stretched out her white and soft arms toward him. Just when she was about to touch him, Duan Zifei swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of her, holding her with one hand.
Her pulse was sharp and her eyes were as sharp as ice knives.
Xiang'er was horrified and struggled to pull away her hand, "Master, what are you doing? You hurt me..."
With a little effort, Duan Zifei pushed her to the corner, still holding her tightly with his hand, and moved his gaze downwards, scanning her naked body, "Where did your knife wound come from?"
Xiang'er seemed to be really frightened, her whole body was shaking, and she said tremblingly, "Young Master knows that the young lady was stabbed by the bad guy in order to stop her on the day she was kidnapped. Fortunately, Xiang'er died.
Da, I have saved my life, so that I can serve the young master..."
"You must be a master if you can rob someone under Jun Wuge's eyes. As long as you use the knife, there will be no one left alive. Moreover, one knife is enough." Duan Zifei's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard, but his body was slow and gentle.
The overflowing murderous aura made Xiang'er's face become even paler, "Not only that, all your wounds are from sharp edges facing downwards..." Looking at her panicked look, he said softly, word by word, "
This is the result only if you hold the knife in your forehand and stab yourself with your backhand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand suddenly exerted force, but his face remained calm, "Tell me, where is she?"
"Master, Master, Xiang'er doesn't understand what you are talking about... Master... you have misunderstood Xiang'er... It hurts..." Xiang'er's facial features were almost distorted, but she still did not give up and explained, "Xiang'er
I'm really... really innocent..."
Duan Zifei's eyes narrowed, he grabbed her hand and raised it, "You have two different pulse conditions. As far as I know, there is an evil skill that is suitable for people with yin and yang to practice. When you don't practice it, you will appear
Two kinds of pulse conditions." When the words fell, he slowly raised his eyes, "In this world, only Shura, the master of Baigui Sect, practices this skill."
Surprisingly, Xiang'er calmed down and no longer panicked. Instead, she looked at him with interest and smiled, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, what should I do? You discovered me. I think you have suspected me for a long time.
The reason why you deliberately let me find you looking at the topographic map of the Phantom Poison Valley is to force me to reveal my flaws?"
Suddenly, Duan Zifei's other hand was already clasping her throat. His indifferent tone remained unchanged, but his murderous intent became stronger, "Where is she?"