Stay in the immortal city, the general's mansion, at this time the security is heavy, as if facing a great enemy.

Although Liuxian City is not big, there are not many residents in the city, and most of them are people who come from outside Yaochi to hunt for treasures.

However, the General's Mansion in the small Liuxian City covers an extremely wide area, and it is built very luxuriously, beautifully, and extremely luxurious.

Carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions and pavilions, rockeries stand in a forest, antique, and appear particularly tall in the snow scene.

The newly appointed city general of Liuxian City, Mad Tian, did not take over the management of Liuxian City for a long time.

Outside the house, it was icy and snowy, and the cold wind was dashing.

The charcoal fire in the house is very strong, and it is as warm as spring.

Outside the general's mansion, there are three layers inside and three layers outside, guarding many soldiers.

Although the snow was falling, the guard was fierce, and there was no relaxation.

It is said that it was because of the Ten Princes Duanmu Xingchen that they lived in the General's Mansion.

Yesterday, the Ten Princes and General Mad Heaven went to Yaochi Flower Mansion, and after they came back, many guards were added outside the General's Mansion.

It's cold and snowy outside, but it's warm like spring inside.

In a luxurious dormitory in the General's Mansion, on a large and gorgeous bed, there was a person lying at this time.

The man's face was swollen and bruised, his lips were cracked, and his nose was red and swollen, like a big pig's head.

The two eyes were even more bruised and swollen, turning into two big panda eyes, and even seeing became very difficult.

At this time, a little beautiful maid was kneeling in front of the bed.

The little maid is fifteen or sixteen years old, with towering mountain peaks, snow-white skin, delicate and lovely, and a pair of big eyes that are beautiful and moving.

The little maid lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to her eyes, and in her slender hand, she was holding a jar of brown transparent ointment, which exuded a strong medicinal fragrance.

She was using a ball of cotton, thinly dipped in ointment, little by little, carefully applying it to the man's swollen face.

"Ouch, ouch, you, give Lao Tzu a little lighter!"

The man on the bed had a pig's head on his face, grinning in pain and tears.

Now he was not only in pain, but all over his body, and he was angry.

He gritted his teeth with hatred for the hairball, and went crazy with anger.

The hairball, the pair of charged iron fists, hit him really hard, and picked his face to hit.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

As soon as the man remembered that he was in Huafu and was knocked unconscious, and he was transported back to the General's Mansion in a daze, he gritted his teeth in anger.

Not only did he hate the hairball, but he hated everyone in Huafu.

He must avenge this revenge.

Don't report that he is a grandson!

"Maoqiu, Lao Tzu won't kill you, swear not to be a man!"

The man lying on the bed was muttering viciously, his whole body aching and his mood irritable.

When Xiao Meiwen heard his words, her hands shook in fright, and her hand was a little heavy.

The person on the bed was like killing a pig, and he screamed in pain.

He was hurt by the little maid, and suddenly roared angrily:

"Ouch, you, let you be lighter, are you a pig?"

"If you're so clumsy, be careful that Lao Tzu will sell you to Wanhualou to pick up customers."

Then, the man raised his hand and slapped it fiercely, and the little beautiful maid's innocent and pretty, childish little face was not taken off.

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

The little maid didn't even dare to hide, and she was slapped on her snow-white and pretty face.

The slender body tilted to the side, and quickly knelt up straight.

On her snow-white and delicate face, five dark finger prints immediately appeared, which became red and swollen.

The beautiful maid didn't even dare to say a word, her face was aggrieved, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and she carefully applied medicine to the person on the bed with more gentle movements.

The beautiful maid followed Duanmu Xingchen from the Ten Princes' Mansion and served him as a domestic slave.

This kind of domestic slave has a low status and cannot control his own destiny.

No matter how beautiful she looks, she can only be a tool used by the owner to vent/desire.

The more beautiful the house slave, the more miserable the fate.

Little Maiden is one of them.

was beaten at this time, although she felt aggrieved, but there was no other way but to accept it.

Duanmu Xingchen was beaten outside yesterday, and after he came back, his temper was even hotter, almost at one point.

A few beautiful maids who served each other carefully did things, for fear of angering the ten princes in exchange for a beating.

Xiaomei was scolding and humming in Duanmu Xingchen, and finally helped him apply the medicine.

The swollen face, covered with brown transparent ointment, looked even more oily and swollen, ugly.

Where is this still the handsome ten princes with a graceful face like a crown of jade?

Xiaomei climbed out of bed and put away the medicine with her hands and feet.

Then, she knelt back in front of the bed, stretched out her slender jade hand, and went to help the Ten Princes perform a full body massage.

The charcoal fire in the room was blazing, hot, and almost hot.

Outside the window, there was heavy snow and a cold wind howling.

The wind slammed against the window with a soft "thump" sound.

Xiaomei's slender hands are very dexterous, skillfully massaging the man's shoulders, limbs, and even the whole body.

The little maid pressed very hard, kneading it just right, and her pretty face was dripping with sweat.

Duanmu Xingchen enjoyed it comfortably, and the little beautiful maid gently massaged it, and moaned comfortably:

"Left, uh-huh."

"Right, uh-huh."

"A little below, a little below, well, that's it, it's so comfortable......"

Xiao Meiwen followed his command and helped him beat and knead, and she was very busy.

Duanmu Xingchen, with a pair of salty pig hands, very dishonestly probed into the thin dress of the beautiful maid, up and down his hands, but pinched vigorously, without pity for the jade.

The placket of the little maid is half-faded, her breasts are half exposed, and the spring is shining, revealing an almost half-naked delicate body.

Xiao Meiwen's skin was white and delicate, almost transparent, and it was covered with light or heavy bruises and scars, which were all traces of Duanmu Xingchen's usual abuse.

The beautiful maid was violated by the man's groping pig hand, gritting her teeth and enduring the man's pinching.

Her pretty face was crimson, and she trembled with pain, but she didn't dare to resist at all.

Her busy hands continued to massage Duanmu Xingchen, not daring to slack off at all.

At this time, Mad Tian personally walked in with a tray.

The tray is filled with fragrant medicinal porridge, and several plates of light and delicious, delicate and delicious dishes are placed on the table one by one.

He glanced at the beautiful maid who was in full bloom, and his eyes flashed obscenely.

This situation is not strange, he has long been accustomed to it.

When the little maid saw the mad general walk in, she was ashamed and embarrassed, and her pretty face was flushed.

At this time, Duanmu Xingchen sprinkled all the resentment in his heart on Xiao Meiwen's body.

The dishonest salty pig hands pinched out the blood of the little beautiful maid.

Xiao Meiwen was pinched by him to tears, trembling in pain, gritting her teeth and muffling silently.

It's just that when the tears couldn't help rolling down, they turned into crystal clear pearls and rolled down on the bed.

She didn't want to say resist, she didn't even dare to squeak.

Although the little maid is beautiful and lovely, pure and beautiful, her status is very low.

At best, she is nothing more than a tool for Duanmu Xingchen to vent/desire anytime and anywhere.

Where is the capital to revolt?

Not to mention being openly eaten tofu, even if she was raped in public by her master, and abused by lewd pleasures, she has long been accustomed to it and has become numb and submissive.

Mad Tian stood aside respectfully, admiring the appearance of the little beautiful maid in spring, and his heart was hot.

The little beauty is really a natural stunner, and I feel sorry for it.

The beautiful maid was pinched by Duanmu Xingchen with blood and tears, and he didn't have any sympathy in his heart.

Isn't this beautiful house slave a tool used by the master to vent?

Mad Heaven waited quietly for a moment.

Duanmu Xingchen was finally satisfied, and withdrew his salty pig hand, his body had already reacted.

If he hadn't been in pain all over his body, he would have pressed Xiaomei under him and ravaged him wantonly.

The little maid trembled, endured the pain, and covered her almost half-naked upper body.

Mad Tian coughed lightly and asked respectfully:

"Lord Wang, are you feeling better? Get up and get something to eat? ”

Duanmu Xingchen had just applied the medicine and felt a little better, he yawned and said vaguely:

"This king doesn't want to eat yet, he wants to lie down for a while, you go down first."

Mad Tian and the beautiful maid took the meal, covered the door, and retreated.

Duanmu Xingchen touched the hot ring on his thumb and slowly sat up.

The ring is his master, a magic weapon that connects him.

This kind of magic weapon is very special, every time the master contacts him, he only needs to activate the magic set on the magic device, and he can sense it.

Duanmu Xingchen struggled to open his red and swollen eyes, looked at a certain void in the room, and asked in surprise:

"Master, are you here?"

The room was empty, and there was no sound.

Duanmu Xingchen waited for another moment, and the void slowly twisted.

A tall, personable, young and handsome man in white stepped through the void and appeared in front of him.

The man is about twenty years old, with a noble temperament and a handsome appearance, just like a fairy descending to earth.

However, those deep and gloomy eyes have the indifference of looking down on all beings and treating all things as dogs.

The man's body exudes a kind of palpitating divine coercion.

This person is the head of the Shushan Immortal Sect, Feng Wuchen.

He is also the national teacher of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Duanmu Xingchen's master.

Duanmu Xingchen is a lay disciple of Feng Wuchen, and he does not cultivate in the Shushan Immortal Sect.

Usually, Feng Wuchen just took the time to guide his cultivation.

As soon as he saw Duanmu Xingchen's swollen pig-headed face, the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched, and he asked unhappily:

"Chen'er, what's wrong with you?"

Duanmu Xingchen was aggrieved for a while, and said like a coquette:

"Master, sure enough, you are here, the disciple is too difficult."

Feng Wuchen stood awe-inspiring beside the bed, looking at his embarrassed son on the bed, and felt distressed in his heart.

He has lived for thousands of years, and countless women have slept openly and secretly.

There is only Concubine Li, who gave birth to a son for him.

Therefore, he accepted Duanmu Xingchen as an apprentice and personally guided his cultivation.

It can be said that Feng Wuchen is not as attentive to any disciple as he is to Duanmu Xingchen.

Duanmu Xingchen is his son after all.

He is naturally very happy to have a son in his life.

Although, this son is not so concerned about cultivation, and his mind is spent on eating, drinking, and having fun.

However, Duanmu Xingchen has a noble status and is the tenth prince of the Great Xia Kingdom.

As long as he can sit on the throne of the Great Xia Kingdom, it doesn't matter so much whether he cultivates or not.

If you practice well, it's the icing on the cake.

If the cultivation is not good, it will not have much effect.

Feng Wuchen looked at him and asked very unhappily:

"Haven't you been following the cultivation of immortals for your teacher? Ordinary people are no match for you at all. ”

"Who the hell ate the bear's heart leopard gall and beat you like this?"

Duanmu Xingchen felt the grievance in his heart, gritted his teeth and said:

"Master, the apprentice was beaten by the hairball elves of Yaochi Flower Mansion."

Feng Wuchen asked suspiciously:

"Huafu? Furball Elf? ”

"The owner of the Flower Mansion, is it called Hua Weiyang?"

Duanmu Xingchen was wronged, and nodded desperately:

"Yes, it's Hua Weiyang's mansion."

"A few days ago, the hairball elf raised by Hua Weiyang has just turned into a human."

"When he transformed, he attracted a thunderstorm, causing a large number of houses in Liuxian City to collapse."

"Yesterday, the disciple went to Huafu with General Mad Heaven to claim compensation for the people, but he was beaten by the hairball guy."

"Master, you want to avenge your disciple."

Feng Wuchen's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"A spirit who has just transformed and has such powerful combat power?"

Duanmu Xingchen blinked his red and swollen eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"He has a pair of electric fists with electricity, which is very powerful."

"Master, the disciple wants to take revenge, please teach me a trick."

Feng Wuchen thought for a while, stretched out his hand, sacrificed something, and said:

"I'll give you this magic weapon, and from now on, you don't have to be afraid of anyone."

"As for the Flower Mansion, the deity will let it go up in smoke."