Nianhua-in.

Mama Wang carried a bag of spirit stones and counted the points.

"One hundred and eight medium-grade spirit stones." She reported to Steward Li, who was in charge of the Nianhua Courtyard.

Steward Li asked extremely dissatisfied: "A Heavenly Demon bloodline was sold for at least ten times the price in the past, this time not only lost money, but it was simply a blood loss, which is equivalent to giving it away for nothing, I have never done a loss-making transaction in the Flower Courtyard, what is going on this time?" ”

Mama Wang replied: "The Xue family said, this time it is the adults of the Taixu Sect who came, and it is too late to tie the knot, if the service is not good, our courtyard will not be able to open." ”

Steward Li snorted disdainfully, "Those righteous sects are really sanctimonious, saying one thing and doing another, and they even go to a place like ours to join in the fun." ”

Mama Wang casually threw the bag of spirit stones into the box, recalling the immortal venerable she had just seen, and sighed with palpitations, "Don't talk nonsense, this time is definitely not an ordinary person, that temperament, that looks, that cultivation, and what we usually come into contact with is not of the same class at all." ”

Steward Li snorted disdainfully, "Could it be that the ancestor he raised by the Taixu Sect can't come?" ”

Mama Wang also smiled, "How is that possible, who doesn't know that it is the 10,000-year-old turtle king eight, shrinking in the Taixu Sect, and even fighting with the Demon Dao, he doesn't want to come out and walk around." ”

The two giggled and locked the box, then entered the warehouse and carefully selected a set of food utensils made of jade.

This food vessel is specially made for monks who can enjoy the blood of the heavenly demons, a total of one hundred and eight styles, cutting, cutting, cutting, stabbing, chiseling...... There is always a group of people in the world, who have special hobbies, unique tastes, and who claim to be noble, who are more cruel than ordinary people, and who call themselves tastes.

Mama Wang took the food utensils, first checked the girl with special blood, and saw that she had already dressed up and sat on the edge of the bed, well-behaved and quiet like a wooden person, so she nodded.

But another new piece of excellent goods has not arrived, thinking that the Xue family has not figured out the preferences of that person, and specially explained that she has to prepare with both hands, so she felt impatient, and couldn't help but go over in person to confirm that it was correct.

When she reached the room at the end of the hallway, there was only a seductive-looking woman sitting at the dressing table, and her maid was nowhere to go.

"Damn shit, I don't know where to go, and when I get back, I'll break her leg." Mama Wang scolded hatefully.

She looked at the woman critically, with a cloudy sideburns, loose eyebrows, and pink peach cheeks, this time the goods were good, and she nodded with satisfaction this time.

Only the dress that the woman was wearing, ordinary and conservative, a little nondescript, just wanted to change it for her, but after thinking about it, some big people are born like this, this woman looks enchanting and charming, but she is conservative and ascetic, and she can arouse people's interest the most, so she put out the idea of picking up clothes for her again.

This woman is Xue Yingying.

She returned to the room, pretending that she had never left, and told the people of the Nianhuayuan to let their guard down.

Even if the spiritual power is restored, it is unknown what kind of strength the Lianhua Yuan is, and what kind of strength those guests are.

At present, the enemy is bright and I am dark, and the enemy is outnumbered, and it is better to win with outwits than to have courage and no strategy.

"Follow me." Mama Wang nodded at her with satisfaction, and then ordered.

Xue Yingying obediently followed behind her, passing through the rooms, she had already browsed the topography of the Nianhua Courtyard.

Until she came to a luxurious room, Mama Wang ordered her to stay here quietly.

Xue Yingying sat obediently on the edge of the bed like a stiff wooden man.

It wasn't until after Mama Wang left that her eyes turned smartly and returned to their usual appearance.

She sat on the edge of the bed and fell into distress, picking and choosing from her memory, and finally chose a trick that could hide her figure, and then she was not very skilled in manipulating spiritual power, and drew crookedly on the paper talisman, until the third time.

She attached the talisman to her body, and her figure disappeared from the room in an instant.

She gently pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway.

The hallway was covered with a thick blanket, and she walked silently, creeping forward in the darkness like a cat.

Not far away, there was a sudden loud bang, and a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears flew out of the door, smashing the entire door.

He got up from the ground with fear on his face, his steps staggering, his back against the wall, and the gecko glided along the wall as fast as he could.

It wasn't until he was far away and confirmed that the man couldn't hear that he stopped with a smug face, his drunken face covered in chunks of black green.

He scolded and scolded, foul language, "Bah, what do you think you are, aren't you just relying on the Taixu Sect to be so rampant and domineering, and you are nothing without the Taixu Sect!" ”

He didn't dare to scold loudly, he only dared to whisper, while turning his head and being afraid of being heard by that person, he belittled him behind his back, Xue Yingying felt hard for him when he watched from the side, so he made a bad mistake and gently spit out a mouthful of pink mist at him.

Xue Yingying has minored in charm, so she naturally has some charming tricks, and it may not be easy to deal with high-level monks, but she can deal with this kind of kidney loss prostitute in the flower building, which is a quasi.

I saw that the fat middle-aged man seemed to have eaten a bomb, originally cowering with a look and movements, suddenly straightened his back, he raised his voice, and scolded, this voice shook Xue Yingying's eardrums.

"What are you? Dare to beat Lao Tzu, you get out of here for me, see if Lao Tzu doesn't blow up your eggs. ”

The empty wooden corridor echoed his deafening shout.

When he came back to his senses and realized that he had done something irreparable, he fell to his knees with a pop, shaking like chaff, cold sweat broke out, and soon his back was wet.

A tall figure slumped out of the broken door.

In the dark, although it is not clear to see the person's face, there are people who are born with a natural momentum, born to be the focus of the crowd, and are born with an insurmountable difference from ordinary people, the existence of this kind of person makes it impossible for anyone to ignore, like a predator mixed into the flock of predators, and this man is obviously the best among them.

Dressed in white, with a delicate yin and yang Taiji pattern embroidered on his chest, he walked to the window, raised his cloud sleeves, and covered the moonlight above his head, he quietly watched the night, ignoring the man who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, as if he didn't see it at all, didn't hear it at all, and completely ignored the existence of this person.

Xue Yingying swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, she regretted her reckless behavior just now, she shouldn't have lured this man out.

Now the two of them were so close that she was afraid that her breath would be heard.

The surging silver moonlight gilded the man's body with a layer of holy light, and suddenly, the man left the window, penetrated the moonlight, and slowly walked away from Xue Yingying.

He turned a blind eye to the middle-aged monk kneeling on the ground.

It wasn't until he walked a few feet away that he suddenly turned around and stared at the shadow on the ground silently for a while.

Xue Yingying followed his gaze, breathing for a while, only to see that under the moonlight, the invisible little shadow was her own.