Eighty two women could hear the clouds, but eighty men leaned back and fell back with laughter, slapping the agarwood chair handle on their side.

Su Qianruo thought that she had passed the test, exhaled softly, and slowly stood up straight with her hand against her hot cheeks, but when she heard the green craftsman let her dance with her clothes, her face turned green in an instant.

Eighteen stickers are completely a dance that violates women's etiquette. Every action is extremely insulting, if you really finish dancing and staining your clothes, Su Qianruo is equivalent to being completely naked for these eighty men to watch, and it is completely undead to be watched.

Su Qianruo took a step back with a white face, and said in a deep voice: "If I don't jump, you still burn me to death." ”

The men may have never encountered such a direct refusal, and they were all stunned for a moment, and then they slowly reacted.

The greensmith was surprised and said, "Burn to death? It's a shame to be wasteful, you're in good shape, and you can serve real people to warm up your bed without dancing. ”

Su Qianruo had already been mentally prepared to die, and when he heard this, he just said truthfully: "Unclean people have to burn their beds after warming their beds, I would rather burn them directly!" ”

The breathing in the hall paused for a moment.

A look of fury appeared on the faces of all the men, and the man in the highest position stood up, pointed at Su Qianruo and said, "What did you say?" Unclean? Fenglianglou dared to send unclean offerings to the Xiangzong Sect? Did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong?

I don't think there is any need for Fenglianglou to exist, just erase it. ”

With his highest position in the hall, he has cultivated his domineering spirit for many years, and his momentum is naturally extraordinary, coupled with the coercion deliberately released, he gives people a great sense of oppression at this time.

Eighty-two women instantly slid down to the ground in a panic, kneeling together, their bodies trembling, and shouting incessantly: "Ask the real man to spare his life, ask the real man to calm his anger!" ”

Su Qianruo's palms were cold sweat, and his breathing was extremely unsmooth, but his snow-like face was resolutely tense, as if he couldn't feel the man's coercion.

The man walked towards Su Qianruo step by step on the white marble steps, each step was like walking on the tip of the hearts of the women, and a few timid people were so frightened that they fainted directly, and they lay directly on the side of the steps.

The man kicked them aside on tiptoe and continued to walk towards Su Qianruo step by step.

Su Qianruo's heart trembled, but he held his head back and stared at him refusing to admit defeat.

Death is going to die, and she is not allowed to fight?

The man came to Su Qianruo's side, pinched her chin, pulled her face in front of him, forehead against forehead, breathing deliberately sprayed on her face, Su Qianruo shivered, and the hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

"Actually, all of us have different levels of cleanliness and generally don't accept flawed offerings. I don't usually share an offering with others, but you are stubborn and that piqued my interest. I want to see if your so-called backbone still exists after being enjoyed by all of us once? ”

The blood on Su Qianruo's face receded instantly.

It's worse than burning!

She looked around, slowly lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and said, "Isn't it just a stick of eighteen stickers, I'll just jump." ”

The man snorted, let go of Su Qianruo, flew back to his seat, and looked down on her from above.

Su Qianruo untied the cloak, turned his wrist softly a few times, his legs were gently lifted in the skirt, his toes kicked the light yarn on the skirt, and as soon as his waist rotated, the person turned out like a butterfly wearing flowers.

With each turn, a piece of clothing falls off his body.

The men squinted triumphantly, staring as closely as they wanted to see through her, up and down her thinner and thinner shirt.

Su Qianruo's hand slowly, slowly touched the belt, and the fingers went around the tie at the top of the belt and gently circled, and then pulled down hard...

As everyone's eyes glanced there, she suddenly rushed like an arrow towards the nearest pillar.

The man in the highest position sneered, raised his hand slightly, and Su Qianruo was pulled back by a strange force and sat down in the center of the hall.

He waved his hand, all his patience had been exhausted, and he said expressionlessly: "I have seen many people who toast and don't eat and drink, and you are the most courageous!" If you're so bold, you probably won't mind if I enjoy it once in this temple!" The others exit the temple, cover the door, and when the deities are happy, you will come in in turn, according to your position! ”

After a group of men glanced at Su Qianruo greedily, they got up and left their seats, picked up the women beside them, and had the bad idea of waiting to queue up while going back to enjoy it.

Su Qianruo pulled off the hairpin on his head, aimed it at his heart, and thrust it down fiercely, the man waved his sleeve in the air, and the hairpin flew out directly, and landed on the smooth white marble steps with a ding.

She opened her mouth, but before she could bite, a white light flew over, and a round object stuck in her palate.

Su Qianruo had nothing to do, so she had to open her eyes wide and stare at the man, and when he approached, she closed her eyes heavily and scraped the ground with her fingers in despair.

Several nails were broken in an instant.

The man waved his sleeves again, and Su Qianruo was dragged by a gust of wind to lie down on the cold ground.

The huge white jade carving on the top of the hall suddenly flashed, and Su Qianruo heard a slight sound.

The man also stiffened, and turned his head to look at the empty seat at the top, his face a little ugly.

The white jade carved seat suddenly cracked and separated to the left and right, as if a flower suddenly bloomed, and a man suddenly appeared on the seat sitting on a round jade plate.

Dressed in white, the hair is like ink, a pair of Danfeng eyes are clear and clear, the pupils are like the purest ink jade, the eyebrows fly into the bun, and there is a delicate cinnabar mole embedded between the eyebrows, and the porcelain white skin is lined with cinnabar, like the reddest plum color on the branches of the frost and snow plum forest, which is thrillingly beautiful.

The man sat upright in his seat, and didn't seem to see the farce in front of him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, his thin lips slowly parted, and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't today the day of delivery?" Why is it that all the real people have run out, and there is only one offering left, and there is no choice left to pick one? ”

The man who was still arrogant and invincible before knelt down with his brows twisted, and saluted to the man in white: "Wen Xiang, under the throne, Zuo Yuanwei Wen Mi see the young sect master!" ”

Wen Mi secretly frustrated his teeth, the young sect master never appeared on the day of the confession, nor did he accept the confession, he usually did not pretend to the woman, and lived like an ascetic.

It suddenly appeared so coincidentally today, it was really a dog.

The man in white looked at Su Qianruo gently, "Oh, I forgot one thing, this time I want to participate!" Except for what you have assigned, leave the rest to me. ”

Su Qianruo rolled over and sat up, and the man in white looked at her and blinked.

She suddenly blessed her soul and blurted out, "I'm the only one left." (To be continued.) )