Peach Blossom looked in the direction of the door. Eight women came into the hall carrying a red hijab on a silver background, and the person on the hand was dressed in golden clothes.

The man's face was covered by long thick hair, and the man was lying on his back.

Eight women carried the bowl into the hall, smiling, and carefully placing it next to the front of the hall.

Peach Blossom thought, fortunately, the door of this hall is high, otherwise how could such a luxurious bowl come in?

Maybe it's just to let people in that the door of this hall is made so high?

Peach Blossom stopped her boundless imagination and looked at the man who was still sleeping on the bed, his thick long black hair completely covering his face, and he didn't know what he looked like.

It's just a golden dress, and the eyes of the prickly peach blossoms hurt.

Sure enough, he is a man with peculiar tastes.

Two of the eight women were fanning the wind with large fans.

The other six women were busy, some holding thick cushions in their positions, some placing fresh fruit aside, some laying a thick carpet on the floor, and then placing a pair of shiny golden shoes on top of the carpet.

But without exception, these eight women have the appearance of immortals, but they have their own merits and their own beauty.

"Master, it's time to get up."

The woman who put the glittering shoes away said softly with a smile, the voice was like a murmur between lovers, the gentle was very cute, and the woman was also cute.

It's a pity that Peach Blossom is not in the mood to appreciate these eight beauties with their own merits, she just thinks that there are such extravagant people in this world.

No matter how gently you wake him up, he has the gas to get up regardless of the occasion, throws the pillow out with a layer of skill, and then reluctantly gets down from the top and sits down to the position of the palace master.

Saint Wuwu easily caught the pillow and politely returned the pillow to the maid among them.

"In Xia Sheng, the family teacher will hold a hero conference on the fifth day of the next month, and specially let Zai Xia personally hand over the post to the hands of the palace master."

Saint Wuwu stood up and said.

The long black hair moved away from the face of the step flower, and the peach blossom could see the true appearance of the step flower, probably because he had not woken up yet, his slender and powerful fingers gently pressed his forehead, and after listening to the words of the saint worry-free, he looked at the saint worry-free with a frown, a pair of Danfeng triangular eyes, and a demonic look.

The skin is fair, and there is no pore that can be seen, and the face is pale, which feels like being deep in the house, and you can't see the sun for many years.

Peach Blossom listened to the voice between the flowers, his voice was different from the gentleness that the master couldn't see, it was also different from the strong voice of Cang'er, it was also different from the ruthlessness of the masked man in the cave at the bottom of the cliff, and it was even more different from the elegance of the saint worry-free.

Rather, there was a lazy voice, which seemed to arouse interest in nothing, a lazy voice, and there was a feeling of sleepiness in the voice.

Bu Huajian said: "I don't want to go. ”

There's no reason for it, it's just that I don't want to go.

Simple, pure reason.

Peach Blossom thinks this person is really a very big wonder.

Saint Wuwu's face became very ugly, within a few days of Peach Blossom and them, it was the first time to see such an ugly face of Saint Wuwu, probably became famous at a young age, and it was really a kind of unbearable loneliness to be treated so contemptuously.

Peach Blossom saw it, indicating that Murong Yu and Ning Linglong also saw the pale faces of the hero in their hearts after being treated like this.