In the dark attic made of jade carvings, dimly lit candles flickered brightly and dimly.
A woman walked up to the stairs, hurriedly walking towards the house. Before she could open the door, she was blocked by another woman wearing a bright red gauze:
"The sect master is taking a bath, is there anything important?"
Seeing the anxious look on the woman in front of her, the maid asked with some confusion.
After the woman took a breath, she looked at her and said:
"There is news about Elder Su."
As soon as the voice fell, an extremely lazy voice was heard from inside the door, accompanied by the pleasant sound of water:
"Yu'er, let her come in."
After hearing the sound, the woman opened the door carefully, looked at the hazy figure with his back to her, and lowered her head.
After considering it carefully for a while, he whispered:
"Sect Master, Mudan Muyue came with news that Elder Su and three women appeared at the inn one hundred and twenty miles outside Taocheng."
"The identities of the three women are currently confirmed to be Li Zijun, the daughter of the Confucian sage, and Shan Wulan, the ninth elder of the Sword Sect."
"As for the other person, there are no clues. It seems as if she appeared out of thin air. However, she has a very close relationship with Elder Su. From the current point of view, she should be Elder Su's woman."
"..."
Yu Hongxiu raised her eyebrows slightly and stood up from the flower pond. Water drops slid down her jade arms. She was not wearing any clothes, but her plump and undulating figure was enough for any man to see.
Everyone's eyes light up when they see it.
The perfectly plump and well-proportioned hands gently cover up the incomplete pink neck. Under some dim lights, the delicate skin is semi-revealed, showing the snow and frost.
The movements are elegant, and the steps from the pool to the wooden floor are like flowing rhythm, revealing a sense of nobility and mature enchantment.
"He disappeared for so long and went to the South Country?"
"What did he do in the South?"
The woman shook her head and replied:
"My servant doesn't know either."
Yu Hongxiu casually put a bright red dress on her body, put her long hair with water stains behind her head with both hands, and waved casually:
"I understand, continue to pay attention to his movements."
Then he turned sideways, watching the woman's leaving figure, paused, and continued:
"Focus on investigating the mysterious woman following him."
Yu Hongxiu stretched out, wiped off the water stains on her body, walked to the curtain, and opened it.
The hazy moonlight penetrated in and reflected on her body, shining faintly:
"Little brother, your realm is really unpredictable."
"Sister, you really fooled me..."
Yu Hongxiu stretched out her jade fingers to play with the hair by her ears, her silver teeth bit her lower lip, as if she was thinking about something, and after a while, she smiled again:
"In any case, in such a short period of time, it is not imaginary to climb all the way from the gods to the peak of returning to the void."
The tip of the bright red tongue licked against the red lips, and the voice was slightly magnetic:
"Sister, I really have high expectations for you."
"brat......"
...
Late at night, quiet flow.
Within the inn, in addition to a few people from Su Bei, several waves of people came intermittently. It seemed that they were all disciples of the sect who had passed by.
There were not many guests in the lobby at this time. There were only a few scattered people drinking wine and fist pumping.
Looking at this scene, Su Bei suddenly thought of what he had longed for in the past, the heroes of the world told by storytellers, and the soy sauce beef and cold wine.
Seeing the eyes of those people looking in the direction of the Su Bei people from time to time, Su Bei had no interest in interacting with these small sect disciples. In addition, the women felt a little annoyed, so they just pulled them.
He followed a few people towards the guest room upstairs.
Mu Yue quickly sent a few people to their positions with a smile on her face, then turned around and left in a hurry.
Su Bei looked at the dilapidated door in front of him, then at the three women beside him, and coughed lightly:
"Well, why don't you go sit in your husband's room?"
"Well, it's just a simple chat, a drink of tea or something."
"My husband can't do anything."
Li Zijun's cheeks turned red instantly, he took a step back, glanced at Su Bei gently from the corner of his eye, lowered his head slightly, and whispered:
"Master... then, this disciple will go back to his room first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't even look back, and took small steps, as if he was running away, and got into his room.
She had vaguely sensed that there was going to be a small war, and if the time came that she needed to take sides...it would be difficult to make a choice.
It's better to escape from this place of right and wrong quickly.
Li Zijun closed the door tightly, leaned against the door with a long sigh, patted his chest gently, and muttered:
"Master only has two women around him, and he has already become like this..."
"How can we fight in the future?"
"..."
While thinking about it, he clapped his fingers and recalled the women around Su Bei, counting them carefully:
"Well, if Sister Nanji is the boss, then Uncle Ninth Master will be the second..."
"The Saint is so fond of the Master that she is afraid that she will also be the Master's woman in the future. Well, where is the Master?"
"And the eighth uncle..."
His little head hung down gently, his skirt spread out like lotus flowers, and he squatted on the ground, biting his thin lips gently:
"If Ruoqing and Sister Li are included, I can't even be ranked seventh..."
The quiet moonlight shines in.
The soundproofing of the inn was not good, and the noisy voices downstairs reached the corridor upstairs without any cover.
Su Bei coughed dryly in embarrassment, then looked at the two women from the corner of his eye, and then wanted to put his arms around Ji Nanjue's waist:
"Zijun has left, let's go..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Unexpectedly, Ji Nanjue avoided him without any trace, patted Su Bei's big hand with his small hand, curled his lips and said:
"Husband, you'd better go and have a long talk with sister Wulan all night long. Nan Ji won't disturb your husband's pleasure."
With that said, he turned around and prepared to get into his house.
Shan Wulan's almond-shaped eyes were obviously a little annoyed.
What does it mean to have a long talk with your husband?
A woman struggles to breathe, not to mention her husband is right next to her. If she can bear it, she won't be Shan Wulan.
Shan Wulan took a deep breath, the mountains undulated violently, glanced at Su Bei, turned his head, looked at Ji Nanjue and said mockingly:
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"Some people clearly have deep thoughts in their hearts, but they still pretend to be here?"
"I'm just a vixen who has become a monk on the way. What's so weird about this place?"
"..."
Ji Nanjue didn't mind Shan Wulan's tone at all. She lowered her eyes and raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
Then he looked at Shan Wulan's body, squinted his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and slapped Shan Wulan before he could react.
Snapped--
"Huh? Sister Wulan is really ungrateful?"
"Is it because you don't understand Haolai's words?"
This force is really not light. It seems that because the speed is too fast, you can see the tension under the skirt shaking.
Shan Wulan's face suddenly turned red.
He took a step back, clasped his hands tightly behind his back, covering his head, and glared at the woman in the white dress in front of him.
Except for Su Bei, who has ever encountered me there?
What's more, this is in front of Su Bei?
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