When it comes to the skill of making women*, Wang Yan is definitely a grandmaster-like existence, after all, in that period of black history, he is a character who makes women get extreme pleasure.

It is precisely because of the resistance that Wang Yan almost abandoned those methods, and even if he used them in intercourse, he only used some fur.

But today, Wang Yan has completely let go, and all kinds of methods have emerged one after another.

Although Zixia was drunk, she always remained sober under the stimulation of Wang Yan, gritting her teeth and preferring to die and not give in to the appearance of a chaste martyr, but it was a pity that she was defeated after only holding on to half a pillar of incense, and while she was humiliated, tears also fell.

The face of the maid guarding the door changed, although the two of them have been trained and have seen a lot, but Zixia's performance at the moment has brought a great shock to the two, where is there still a little bit of the head of the Southern Sect, the appearance of the master of the Daomen, and the appearance of a prostitute.

The oil lamp burned out, the house fell into darkness, but the war was still going on, Zixia was already immersed in the gentle countryside and couldn't extricate herself, Wang Yan didn't plan to let her go like this, even if she was a virgin, he didn't have the slightest pity.

The summer day dawned early, when the window was dark, Wang Yancai was still unsatisfied with Mingjin to withdraw his troops, Zixia was already fainting, and a faint spring love and fatigue appeared on his face.

"When she wakes up, tell her I'm not done yet!" Wang Yan smiled and put his clothes on his body and strode out of the justice hall.

As soon as Wang Yan left, the two maids hurriedly closed the door, came to Zixia's side, and wiped her body.

..

"No one is allowed to enter until the Guru comes out." Wang Yan walked out of the courtyard gate and casually ordered.

"Whoa!" The guards guarding the gate of the courtyard all received the order.

Wang Yan took two steps, stopped, and looked back, they were all familiar faces, they were not Juying soldiers, but the secret guards of the palace.

"Why are you here?"

"Chief Manager Zhou instructed that young master, you have important matters to discuss, and ordered us to stay here, and no one is allowed to approach."

Wang Yan silently praised Zhou Dian in his heart, glanced at the door of the Juyi Hall, and touched his nose weakly.

"Again, no one is allowed to come near."

"Whoa."

..

The north of the city inn, everyone in the south is waiting anxiously, Zixia Zhenren has been gone all night, and there is no news back yet, they are very worried.

On the contrary, Qingyang Zhenren, Qingxu and Bailong sat firmly in the center of the lobby, waiting for time to pass.

At noon, the eyeliner guarding the door of the Juying main hall reported that Zixia Zhenren still did not come out.

"Qingyang Zhenren, Master Zixia must have been captured by him, I need to go to the rescue as soon as possible! Rescue Master Zixia! Zhang Yunsong said angrily, and the people who came with him were all furious, shouting to save people.

"How are you going to rescue it?"

"Set fire! Rally! Force him to release him! Zhang Yunsong gritted his teeth and said.

Qingyang Zhenren narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at it flatly, and nodded slightly.

"Yes, it's a good plan, you can wait and talk to me in the house."

"Let's go and prepare something to start a fire!" Qingyang Zhenren instructed everyone, and everyone scattered to prepare, and Zhang Yunsong and his disciples followed him into his house.

After everyone entered the house, Qingyang Zhenren's attendant closed the door and served tea to everyone in Yunsong's audience.

Zhang Yunsong took out a topographic map of Yuanyang County from his arms and pointed to Taoyuan Street in the west.

"Most of the families living here are soldiers, and now they put a fire here, and then take advantage of the chaos to attack from the east, and burn the high platform at all costs! As long as the high platform is destroyed, the matter of Tianjian will become a joke! ”

"Do you know where Master Zixia is being held by them?" Qingyang Zhenren asked faintly.

"We can build momentum, just say that they have kidnapped the Daomen Master, and they will suffer this retribution, if they don't release people, there will be natural disasters in Xinzhou, forcing them to release people!"

"Aren't you worried that they will jump over the wall and murder the guru?"

"Even if the master is unfortunately killed, isn't there still a Qingyang real person in the Southern Sect Daomen who is in charge of the overall situation? In fact, many people, including Yun Songguan, support real people to preside over the overall situation! Zhang Yunsong narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer.

"Haha, haha!" Qingyang Zhenren stroked his beard and laughed, his eyes flashing with ambition.

"Poor Dao, meet Master Qingyang!" Zhang Yunsong knelt down and said.

"It's too early!" Qingyang Zhenren said, stepped forward and helped Zhang Yunsong up.

Zhang Yunsong still wanted to say some compliments, but when the words came to his mouth, his face suddenly changed, his stomach felt a heart-piercing pain, and the strength of his body seemed to be withdrawn from his body, and a group of people fell to the ground softly.

"For. Why! ”

"He's far more terrifying than you think." After Qingyang Zhenren finished speaking, Zhang Yunsong had already swallowed his last breath.

"Someone!"

When the words fell, the door opened, and several people rushed in, who were the henchmen of Qingyang Dao.

"Cut off their heads, put them in a box, and send them to Juying Hall!"

Zhang Yunsong and the others were dragged out of the room, and Qingyang Zhenren turned to look out the window, his eyes were deep, and there was no mercy at all.

..

Xue'er was ordered by Wang Yan to come to the Juyi Hall with a basin of warm water to clean up Zixia's body, but the basin was taken over by the attendants, but the person was turned away, which made her angry for a while.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zixia woke up slowly, and her body only moved slightly. He gasped in pain, and the bones in his body seemed to have been beaten with a hammer, and everything was not sore.

Zixia gritted her teeth and propped herself up, her forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and the Taoist robe draped on her body fell to the side, she lowered her head and carefully looked at the traces on her body, although her expression was angry, there was a sense of depression.

The scars were all coated with medicine, even below, Zixia looked at the messy lower body a little distracted, she never thought that one day she would be treated like this by a man.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been three hours."

"What did he say when he left?"

"He said he wasn't done yet." The maid responded truthfully.

Zixia's face was gloomy, she glanced at the direction of the door, and unconsciously clenched her teeth.

..

After Wang Yan returned to his small courtyard, he went straight to the side room to make up for sleep, and fought all night, although it was enjoyable, but he was also tired.

After all, Zixia is a practitioner, and her endurance is by no means comparable to that of ordinary women, although she was dissipated by the strength of the wine, but the bite still made Wang Yan taste some bitterness.

Wang Yan's drunkenness dissipated in last night's battle, so he slept very sweetly, and he didn't wake up until noon, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable.

Out of the side room, I looked up at the sky, I just had to sit and wait for Zixia to come to the door, and sure enough, not long after lunch, the soldier came to pass the word, and Zixia asked to see him.

Wang Yan smiled and ordered the soldiers to bring the people, and the people arrived after the tea.

Zixia walked in a proper manner, but the speed was a little slower, and it looked the same as yesterday.

Wang Yan sat on the chair and watched Zixia walk into the room with a smile, especially the moment she raised her feet when she entered the door, her brows were obviously wrinkled.

The two attendants stayed outside and closed the door.

"Young Master Wang, it's time for you to give Poor Dao an answer."