An Yihua is also a rare beauty, and the most touching thing is when a beauty sheds tears. An Yihua has already performed this trick to perfection, and it is so penetrating.
A flash of surprise flashed in Master Wuwang's eyes, and he gave him a hand: "Donor, please get up and speak first!"
An Yihua took Master Wuwang's hand and tried to stand up, but as soon as she stood up, her body fell unsteadily into Master Wuwang's arms.
Master Wu Wang suddenly felt warm and soft jade in his arms, and his eyes flashed again.
"What's your name? Which family do you belong to?" Master Wuwang asked warmly.
An Yihua leaned in Master Wuwang's arms without moving, biting her thin lips lightly, and said even more seductively: "The little girl's name is An Yihua, she was originally the eighth lady of the Marquis of Jingguo. Unfortunately, I was framed by my sister,
My father actually ignored the love between father and daughter and sent me to Qingxin Temple, where I was tortured all day long. Master, please take pity on Yi'er, Yi'er really has a miserable life!"
He actually buried his head in Master Wuwang's arms and shed tears in a low voice.
"An Jingcheng's daughter!" Master Wuwang sighed softly, but there was a hint of unpredictability in his eyes.
"Master, please save me..." An Yihua didn't notice the deep meaning in Master Wuwang's eyes, and her voice was hoarse as she begged, which made her even more distressed.
"Donor, please don't cry, I'll just help you." Master Wuwang chuckled and reached out to wipe An Yihua's eyes.
An Yihua's cold face was suddenly touched by a warm hand, and the scent of a man came over her face, making her feel a little enlightened. Her face couldn't help but blush, and she was extremely shy.
Master Wuwang's eyes darkened slightly, he picked up An Yihua, held the screen aside, and touched the mechanism with his arm. A door opened on the wall of the monk's room. When they entered, the wall closed again.
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Master Wu Wang carried An Yihua through a secret staircase and entered the secret room underground. An Yihua couldn't help being shocked: "Master, where is this?"
"Didn't the donor say that as long as the poor monk is willing to help the donor, the donor is willing to do anything?" Master Wu Wang said with a smile.
An Yihua responded shyly: "Yeah~"
There was a hint of teasing in the voice.
Master Wuhuang hugged An Yihua tightly, walked quickly to the bed in the secret room, put An Yihua on the bed, pressed on her, covered her lips, and whispered: "
What about this?"
An Yihua was already intoxicated. She took the initiative to put her arms around Master Wu Wang's neck and shyly approached him.
Master Wu Wang groaned, this woman is really a witch!
After a while, the two of them were out of breath.
It wasn't until almost early in the morning that Master Wuwang let out a sigh of contentment and lay on An Yihua's body contentedly: "Little beauty, listen carefully, my common name is Mu Feng, you wait, wait for the capital
When your business is over, I will take you away!"
An Yihua was confused for a while, but she did not miss the words "take her away" and asked excitedly: "Where are you taking me? Can you really take me away?"
"Of course." Mu Feng kissed An Yihua on the face: "I never expected that An Jingcheng's daughter would be such a lovely girl!"
"Do you know my father?" An Yihua was shocked. If he knew her father, could he let her go?
"Of course I know him, but don't worry, he doesn't know me!" Mu Feng laughed and said, "What? Are you scared, little beauty? Are you afraid that I will hand you over?"