Shen Qiye has been a good drinker in this life, a good beauty, a suave woman, and a deviant way, either soaking in the Goolan tile shop all day long, or on the way there. He is romantic but not obscene, his words are more beautiful than people, and he is deeply loved by beautiful women, after all, a man who grew up in a woman's pile naturally understands women's minds better, and pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade.

The seventh master is very popular, he has always been kind and wealthy, even his competitors are willing to be friends with him, and he also commented on him: "It is the most suitable to describe him in four words, he is cheap and has a broken mouth." ”

As everyone knows, he greets everyone with a smile, and he can do it to everyone, the seventh master's hands are never stained with blood, but many people have died because of him. His opponents often don't know how they died or who killed them.

The lobby was suppressed by Shen Qihuan's invisible aura.

Mu Zisu swallowed his saliva, his eyes lit up, and his voice trembled a little, "He...... He is one of the Seven Saints of the year, the queen of Dihua, he is a good brother who is a sword lonely, Shen Qihuan! I'm finally alive......"

Gu Xiuyuan also nodded a little sneeringly, and looked straight at Shen Qihuan, and his heart was also excited. Then, he looked at Mu Zisu Zhengyungong's cultivation that was about to explore Shen Qihuan, so he hurriedly stopped her and said in a low voice: "Miss Mu! This is the queen of the flowers! How dare you be so offended. ”

Mu Zisu came back to his senses at this time, regained his vitality, and said stupidly: "But I really want to feel what kind of cultivation is the top monk in Kyushu......"

Shen Qihuan took a puff of cigarette and said to Bu Songyue: "Yo, this is not the head lady of the Shenwei Sect. ”

Bu Songyue saw that the seventh master was coming, and she was a little apprehensive. Her husband said that Shen Qiye hates people who bully people the most, especially those who do mischief outside under his banner.

But the Seventh Master is also a well-known calf protector, as long as the people under his command are wronged outside, he will definitely help.

So, Bu Songyue twisted her waist, knelt under Shen Qiye's seat, and cried and said, "Seventh Master, you have to be the master of the little girl." ”

Mu Zisu really wanted to applaud Bu Songyue, she never expected that when they met again after many years, Miss Bu, who was once stupid and stupid, would rather bend than bend, also learned to pretend to be weak and pitiful This trick of flattery and pity, it seems that she has indeed experienced a lot over the years!

Bu Songyue's body is plump, her red lips are full and bright red, like ripe cherries, and her pair of snow-white breasts that are still breastfeeding her young son tremble slightly with her crying, and her narrow phoenix eyes are completely empty, but they are full of grievances and delicateness, although she is only seventeen years old, but the youth reveals some of the richness of marrying a woman, and everyone present is salivating.

Everyone couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Mu Zisu, if the seventh master took care of it, this girl's money would be wasted. They really felt sorry for her, if they wanted to blame her, they could only blame her for messing with the wrong person, no matter how rich they were, they couldn't compete with the lady in charge.

Shen Qihuan raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Who dares to mess with our lady in charge? I'd love to see it. ”

The seventh master has a head lady, why does Mu Zisu feel so ironic when he listens? Although this seventh master is high, he exudes a temperament from his bones, but he always likes to ridicule and joke so much when he speaks, and he looks like a cynical nobleman.

Bu Songyue wanted to lean over and cry, she just crawled forward and stood next to Shen Qiye. A young girl dressed in a moon-white tunic with narrow sleeves said horizontally, "Go back." ”