When the seven daughters of Yan Chengcheng knew that the fortune teller in front of them was also from the earth, and he was about the same time as them, they naturally felt a sense of intimacy. What's more, Diao Xiyong is still a Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain.

However, when he saw that the eight women behind Cong Ye were all his women, Zhan Xiaolin's tears were even more.

Especially thinking of the grievances he suffered when he was held hostage by the little young master of the City Lord's Mansion and forced into the courtyard where there were more than a dozen women, if he didn't care about his image, he was afraid that he would have squatted on the ground and cried.

At that time, after Zhan Xiaolin was sent to that mysterious courtyard, she was first led to the bathroom by a ten-year-old, gentle and beautiful girl, and after washing her body under the service of the maid, she was changed into a red wedding dress, and finally after some deliberate dressing, she was sent to a room full of festive atmosphere.

Zhan Xiaolin, who has experienced a marriage procedure, can no longer understand that this is clearly to force herself to marry, and the room in front of her is naturally a cave room.

Then the groom official must be the young master of the city lord's mansion who hijacked him.

Zhan Xiaolin was both aggrieved and scared in her heart, how to get out of the current predicament in this place where the sky should not be called, the earth was not spiritual, and there were no relatives?

In addition to pinning his hopes on the sloppy Taoist Diao Xiyong, who else can Zhan Xiaolin count on?

Clump leaves? Even Zhan Xiaolin didn't believe that any miracle would happen.

However, the sloppy Taoist priest who made himself disgusted was still in the ruined temple outside the city, and it was impossible to find out his current situation.

There were always two young and strong mothers-in-law standing at the door of the room, and Zhan Xiaolin couldn't even get up the idea of trying to escape.

Time passed little by little in Zhan Xiaolin's fear of the impending fate.

The light of the eyes dimmed little by little, and two red candles as thick as children's arms had already been lit in the room, illuminating the room in detail.

Every time the footsteps outside the door from far and near would make the nervous Zhan Xiaolin mistakenly think that the young master of the City Lord's Mansion was back, and he would be shocked into a cold sweat.

Zhan Xiaolin, who had not run out of water and rice since morning, did not feel hungry at first, but after it got dark, she couldn't hold on. Especially when I am startled by the footsteps outside the room from time to time, it is extremely exhausting.

has been the queen of crocodile for many years, don't be witty, at this time being confined to a corner, and it is a strange place with no relatives, Zhan Xiaolin felt desperate for the first time.

Thinking that after the young master of the City Lord's Mansion came back, he would inevitably force himself to round the house, so what should he do?

From him?

The many women locked up in this courtyard are their future fate. Besides, I'm afraid this is just one of the many courtyards where the young master of the City Lord's Mansion holds women, right?

Don't you follow?

What if you don't? Desperate fight?

With the strength of the young master of the City Lord's Mansion riding on a horse, he can pull himself effortlessly onto the back of the horse with just one arm, what can he fight with him?

Zhan Xiaolin looked around the room, not to mention sharp weapons, and didn't even find a single bit of hard things.

It seems, it seems, that the candlestick under the candle can be used reluctantly.

It's just that when Zhan Xiaolin reached out and touched it, she was completely disappointed. It was also made of wax, but it was painted with a golden yellow color on the surface.

"Clump Leaf, Clump Leaf, where are you?"

Suddenly, when the sound of clear footsteps came into the ears of Cong Ye, who was silently shouting Cong Ye's name in his heart, Zhan Xiaolin stood up with a swish.

This time it must not be wrong, it must be the footsteps of men.

The man who can appear in this small courtyard can only be the little young master of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zhan Xiaolin's hands clenched into fists nervously, and her fingernails were about to be pinched like palms.

"Feast."

As the words landed, Zhan Xiaolin was kidnapped on horseback and brought into the city, the so-called little young master of the City Lord's Mansion stepped into the room, and Zhan Xiaolin, who was dressed in a happy dress under the red candle, showed a faint, smug and obscene smile at the corner of his mouth.

Soon, someone set up a table in the room, along with a table of sumptuous dishes.

took the wine jug in the maid's hand, filled the two wine glasses on the table with her own hands, handed Zhan Xiaolin a glass, and said:

"Come, beauty, let's have a glass of wine."

The other party didn't even ask his name, obviously just to get fresh, and threw it aside after getting tired of playing.

Zhan Xiaolin first lowered her head deeply, then suddenly raised it, concentrated the anger and resistance in her heart into her eyes, and gritted her teeth without saying a word.

How can such a fate be accepted by Zhan Xiaolin, who was once high?

I'd rather die than obey.

Zhan Xiaolin finally made the final decision at this moment.

"Hehe, the women who come here are all the same at the beginning, toasting and not eating and drinking."

Without entanglement with Zhan Xiaolin anymore, the little young master drove the maid out of the room, poured himself a few glasses of wine, and stopped eating and drinking.

Standing up, he raised his hand and picked up Zhan Xiaolin and threw it on the wide wedding bed.

took off his clothes first, and then reached out and ripped off Zhan Xiaolin's joy on the bed.

"Beauty, do you know how many people have slept in this bed?"

How did the weak Zhan Xiaolin fight against the hands of the powerful young master, and when his eyes turned into lambs to the slaughter, Zhan Xiaolin suddenly knelt on the bed and slammed into the wall inside.

Burst!

When touched, the walls turned out to be soft.

Zhan Xiaolin's heart was completely cold.

"Haha, the little beauty is quite good. It's certainly not the most intense, though. One is that you used to be pampered, and today the master will teach you how to serve men. ”

"Do you think you're qualified enough to teach her?"

It suddenly sounded in the room, it was extremely unfamiliar to the little young master, but it was like a heavenly voice for Zhan Xiaolin, which immediately caused completely different reactions from the two.

"Who are you?!"

"Dao Chief!"

One is inward-looking, and the other is crying with joy.

Diao Xi Yongyanlin, a sloppy Taoist priest in the ruined temple outside the city, left alone, didn't he really care about his life or death?

Of course not, no matter what, Zhan Xiaolin was brought here by herself, and she was entrusted to take care of her by her fellow countryman Congye at that time. It's just that Zhan Xiaolin almost doesn't even have a straight eye, Diao Xiyong is naturally uncomfortable in his heart. I didn't want to worry about her, seeing that Zhan Xiaolin insisted on leaving her, Diao Xiyong thought to himself, don't let her suffer a little first, and grind the high-minded temperament cultivated by being a queen, and it will be difficult to get along in the future.

Therefore, when Zhan Xiaolin left the broken temple and walked towards the city, Diao Xiyong's divine sense had been paying attention to her whereabouts.

Only at this point did he have to show up.