The black-robed servant breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowed on the ground repeatedly, and said gratefully, "Thank you master for not blaming me anymore." ”

Jiang Qiudao waved his hand a little impatiently and said, "Okay, you go out, the day of my decisive battle with Meng Chuan is set for noon tomorrow, and I need to adjust my state to deal with this competition." ”

The black-robed servant got up slowly, originally he wanted to ask Jiang Qiudao, is he so cautious about a psychic in the secular world?

But thinking that he was beaten to the point where he was powerless to fight back in the face of the man surnamed Meng, and he was not qualified to belittle Meng Chuan again, so he staggered out without saying a word.

Jiang Qiudao sat cross-legged in the room, his eyes slightly closed, and the purple qi of Hongmeng rose from his body, and three thousand scriptures slowly flowed down from the top of his head like spring water, with his blue cloud white robe and plump face, it was as holy and immaculate as a god.

And Jiang Qiudao's momentum has also been maintained in a peak state, and at the same time, the three qi of spirit and spirit have also continued to converge.

While Jiang Qiudao was constantly adjusting his state, he was also secretly thinking about Meng Chuan's strength in his heart.

The black-robed servant has been following him for more than ten years, and his strength is clear Jiang Qiudao, even if he is a psychic with a perfect realm, it is not easy to win his servant neatly.

And in the hands of the other party, his own servant has no power to fight back, how can this kind of combat power be underestimated?

What's more, the other party is still not in the realm of the gods, and it can be regarded as spanning a small realm to beat the opponent.

Although Jiang Qiudao can easily do this, of course, Jiang Qiudao is not sure that this is the limit of the opponent's strength.

The strength of that psychic named Meng Chuan is unfathomable, and he should be extremely careful.

Jiang Qiudao is a holy son, confident in his own strength but not conceited, if he doesn't even have this little bit of heart, how can he sit firmly in the position of the holy son?

The three thousand Jiang family's Wentian scriptures continued to wash over Jiang Qiudao's body, making him fully prepared for a duel with Meng Chuan.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door of Jiang Qiudao's hotel.

Jiang Qiudao's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of displeasure flashed on his face, and all kinds of visions on his body were also taken back, before he opened his eyes and said, "Who is it?"

"The Holy Son is me, Wang Qingyu, the daughter of the Wang family,

Do you remember?" came a delicate and clear female voice.

Outside the door, Wang Qingyu changed into a bold and hot dress, his face was also painted with delicate makeup, and he was carrying a delicate wooden box in his hand, in which the fragrance slowly seeped out.

Jiang Qiudao naturally sensed all this outside the door, and at the same time, he also knew that the box Wang Qingyu was carrying was full of some essential oils and spices with complex compositions, which were extracted from some precious Chinese herbal medicines.

It's just that for a psychic like Jiang Qiudao, these things are useless.

"Remember, what's the matter with you?" Jiang Qiudao was already a little impatient.

Wang Qingyu smiled charmingly, and made his voice sound as sexy and charming as possible: "It's nothing, Lord Holy Son." ”

"Didn't you let our royal family spread the news of your duel with that young psychic? My father has done so, and now the whole capital and even China know about this contest, waiting to see your worldly demeanor. ”

"Your fight with that little beast is scheduled for noon tomorrow, and I wonder if I can do something for you in this half day. ”

"In the past two years, I have been following a Tibetan theologian to learn some massage techniques, thinking that maybe I can give you a little bit of a massage to help you relax your body, and then it will also have some benefits for tomorrow's decisive battle. ”

In fact, where did Wang Qingyu have a massage with a Tibetan divine doctor, and she was only sent by Wang Chengzu to a cultivation sect that was good at double cultivation to learn some methods to please men.

Wang Qingyu naturally didn't dare to use any double cultivation method on Jiang Qiudao, but the methods taught in this sect to please men can indeed be used one or two, as long as he can serve Jiang Qiudao well, who can say the rest of the things well?

It's just that she has this little idea, how could Jiang Qiudao not know.

If Jiang Qiudao is a lustful person, then he can open the door, anyway, you and I are willing, and everything will be pushed smoothly.

However, Jiang Qiudao did not do so, and his voice was even colder: "No need, you can go back." ”

Wang Qingyu was stunned for a moment, wondering if this holy son of the Jiang family was being fake with himself, because what man would not eat the fat that was sent to his mouth?

It's definitely the other party

I didn't see myself, and I didn't know how hot my body was, so I pretended to be tall.

Thinking of this, Wang Qingyu chuckled twice, grabbed his hand towards the doorknob, and said at the same time: "Holy Son, you don't have to be polite to me, it's my honor to serve you, then you can relax yourself, everything is ...... to me"

Wang Qingyu's hand just grabbed the doorknob, and suddenly an invisible force came from behind the door, and Wang Qingyu flew out in an instant.

The box in her hand was also scattered on the ground, and a bottle of essential oil worth more than 100,000 yuan was scattered all over the ground, and the fragrance spread for a while.

Wang Qingyu fell to the ground, although she was not injured, but the feeling of blood and qi surging in her body made her very uncomfortable.

At the same time, Jiang Qiudao's voice came from behind the door again.

"For the sake of your Wang family's reception of me Jiang Qiudao, I will spare you once today. ”

"If you think about me next time, don't blame me for being rude. ”

After that, there was no sound in the room.

Wang Qingyu knew that if he didn't know how to enter this room again, the other party was afraid that he could easily kill him.

Seeing Jiang Qiudao angry, she hurriedly got up with a pale face, cleaned up the mess all over the place, and then covered the long skirt that was accidentally torn just now and said in fear: "Holy Son is angry! The little girl knows that it is wrong, so I will leave!"

After saying that, she hurriedly left with small steps.

Half an hour later, in a business car downstairs of the hotel, Wang Qingyu wiped his tears and told Wang Chengzu everything that had just happened.

Wang Chengzu's face turned a little pale when he heard this, he knew that his decision to let his daughter seduce the Holy Son was really stupid.

"Alas......" Wang Chengzu sighed, he originally thought that all men in the world were the same, and he would definitely be tempted to see the beautiful woman who sent him to the door.

"Originally, I thought that as long as you had a relationship with him, even if you had no name or a point, it was just a dewy feeling, then our Wang family and the Jiang family were also tied to the same boat, and they might be able to soar into the sky in the future. ”

"Now it seems that this Holy Son of the Jiang Family is really not ordinary! Next, we can't do anything that annoys the Holy Son, otherwise he will leave in anger, and our Wang family will be in danger. ”