The red fish is lying on the sofa, its neck as white as a swan is raised back, and its eyes are full of spring water.
The old Taoist priest turned around, took out his right hand in front of Red Fish, used force to control the sound and said into Red Fish's ears: "Go to my place tonight."
Hongyu shook his head in horror and subconsciously looked towards Chen Xuanjun.
The old Taoist priest didn't care and put his hands into his skirt again: "You were the one who seduced me when I was discovered."
The red fish was so ashamed and angry that he almost cried, and remained silent and endured the humiliation.
The old Taoist priest stood up proudly.
"Well, it tastes delicious. It smells so good." He sucked his right hand, not sure whether he was praising the deliciousness of the apple or...
The red fish escaped and stumbled towards the kitchen, but its body was inexplicably limp.
She was holding on to the stove, trembling all over, clamping her legs as if spasmodically, and her face was flushed.
On the sofa, someone spilled the tea and water stains penetrated it.
After Chen Xuanjun finished telling the story, he returned to his seat where he was playing chess. He looked at the old Taoist priest with a touch of pride and said, "Well, Ji Xuanqing's romantic past did not disappoint you, right?"
The old Taoist priest raised his thumb and praised without hesitation: "To be able to find out such secrets of Kunlun, the spy you sent into Kunlun must be in a high position, or at least a direct disciple."
Chen Xuanjun laughed loudly and said: "You and Hongyu are the only ones who know me."
The old Taoist priest said happily: "All the major forces are wondering about the real reason why Xiao Xiuyan took action, but they don't know that she took huge risks to join the world in order to pay off the bad debts twenty years ago."
"She killed Ji Xuanqing's wife and saved the Kunlun disciples this time, preventing Kunlun from falling into despair."
"Whether it's the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun or the Young Master Lingxi, this is enough to pay off the blood debt of the year."
"Oh, she is such an infatuated child. She can be forgiven for being cheated like this by Ji Xuanqing." The old Taoist priest said harshly and sarcastically: "She was also lucky. After destroying her eyes, she was able to regenerate her eyes. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid Qing Deng Gu
The Buddha accompanies me for the rest of my life."
Chen Xuanjun suggested: "You say, if we release this news..."
The old Taoist priest stroked his hand and said, "It's not of much use."
"A little romantic story about Chen Sesame and Rotten Millet will give all kinds of gossips something to talk about after dinner."
"It is related to the reputation of the leaders of the two factions. In the absence of direct evidence, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a rumor and frame-up."
"Besides, why bother trying to take advantage of the people outside when you can make some money?"
The old Taoist priest raised his eyebrows and said, "The ones who want to find out the situation the most now are none other than Buddhism and Yunzong. These two sects have suffered great losses and are holding their breath and want revenge."
"Wouldn't it be nice to sell the story to Muzi Li and earn him a billion or eighty million?"
"Of course, in case Kunlun traces us later and uncovers your undercover in Kunlun, this story must be leaked through the hands of others."
Chen Xuanjun asked curiously: "Wouldn't it be over if we sell it directly to Bai Nanxian? After all, it is a partnership."
The old Taoist priest said cautiously: "Under the same roof, we can't see each other if we look up or look down. That guy is very smart. He may use his stories to defeat us."
"It's not easy for your people to get to where they are today in Kunlun. Don't let his identity be exposed because of these inconspicuous negligences."
"Keeping him has his own magical uses, great magical effects."
Chen Xuanjun said calmly: "Okay, I'll let Red Fish make arrangements to make sure it's clean."
The old Taoist priest poked his head towards the kitchen and shouted: "Supper, it's almost dawn, haven't you made it yet?"
Red Fish had already returned to his previous calmness and leisure, and brought two bowls of noodles to the chessboard.
"That's it?" the dissatisfied old nun asked confusedly: "How expensive are these noodles? It takes more than an hour to cook?"
"Eat it or not." Red Fish said angrily: "I planned to fry steak for you..."
Chen Xuanjun sniffed and joked: "Is it fried yet?"
