"Holy Monarch." I don't know how long it was, but a coquettish moan sounded.

In this voice, there is an indescribable temptation, like a yellow bird crying, and like a cuckoo chirping.

Ming Xiaoyang's half-open and half-closed sword eyes opened again, and when he looked not far in front of him, he saw a holy figure appear in front of him.

Mrs. Sanmiao is already over half a hundred years old, but because of her successful cultivation of this sect, she looks like a young woman of about thirty, and has the art of charm.

If ordinary people are not careful, they will be confused by their appearance, and the light ones will be in a trance, and the heavy ones will lose their minds and be controlled by them all their lives.

At this time, the temptation emanating from the soul increased a little more, and between the eye waves, there was no trace of lewdness at all, which made Ming Xiaoyang's eyes tremble slightly.

And behind Mrs. Sanmiao, she followed the disciple Jin Bei'er, who was dressed in a golden gauze robe, charming and enchanting, and had not yet completely departed from the hue.

At this time, the master and apprentice both looked at Ming Xiaoyang with silky eyes, as if they had fallen in love with him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Mrs. Sanmiao?" Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Ming Xiaoyang was slightly stunned, then recovered, and once again became the somewhat cynical Demon Dao Saint Monarch, "It's so late, what are you and the bottle girl doing here?" ”

"Could it be that you are worried that this Holy Monarch will not be able to sleep alone, and you want to warm the bed for this Holy Monarch?"

These words can already be regarded as humiliation.

Although the Hehuan Sect has a bad reputation, and the disciples in the sect mostly practice the Tonic Technique, it definitely does not include the master and apprentice of the Golden Bottle.

The head of the Hehuan faction, the Jade Maiden Palace, which is the head of the three palaces, has long been out of hue and has risen to the pursuit of lust.

"Giggles." Mrs. Sanmiao laughed out loud, together with the disciple Jin Bottler behind her, exuding a tempting body fragrance, under the reflection of the indoor lights, the true qi is like incense, hidden in the incense, in the fragrance alone, the so-called dark incense floating, is so.

"What the Holy Monarch said is not bad at all." Mrs. Sanmiao gently played with the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, and her expression was indescribably coquettish, "The slave family just knows that the Holy Monarch can't sleep tonight, so I have come to serve the Holy Monarch." ”

As he spoke, he also glanced vaguely at the disciple Jin Zhu'er behind him.

The golden bottle bowed slightly, stepped forward, leaned on Ming Xiaoyang's body, slender and white, and couldn't even find the slightest flaw, the jade hand raised the wine jug on the bookcase, and gently poured out a glass of clear wine, which was obediently sent to Ming Xiaoyang's lips, like a caring concubine.

"Good wine." Ming Xiaoyang drank the wine that Jin Bottler had given him in one gulp, and a trace of blush appeared on his cheeks.

Jin Zhu'er poured out a glass of fine wine again, and drank it by himself, as if she was a girl who had not experienced the hardships of the world, and her white cheeks flushed with a moving red, "This is just a pot of liquor for three or four taels of silver, how can the Holy Monarch think this is good wine?" ”

Ming Xiaoyang said confidently: "As long as you can drink intoxicating wine, it is good wine!" ”

"Huh." Mrs. Sanmiao exchanged a look with Jin Bei'er, twisted her slender waist and stepped forward, and smiled coquettishly, "If the Holy Monarch's words were known to those rotten people, he would definitely laugh off his big teeth." ”

"A real fine wine should not only be domineering and spicy, but also mellow and delicious, how can you say that!"

While speaking, the master of the Hehuan faction had already leaned on the other side of Ming Xiaoyang's body, and the master and apprentice were close to Ming Xiaoyang left and right, like the most deferential concubine.

"Madame has a point." Ming Xiaoyang stretched out his hands and hugged Mrs. Sanmiao's master and apprentice from the left and right sides, and the corners of his mouth were even more inscrutable with an inscrutable smile, "Therefore, this Holy Monarch will never become a rotten Confucian!" ”

"What other skills do those rotten Confucians have besides dancing and writing? Bard right? What is the use of that for the state? ”

"Huh." Jin Bei'er hugged one of Ming Xiaoyang's arms, and said with a drunken smile, "What the Holy Monarch said is not bad at all, scholars are pretentious, but what is the use of the so-called talent?" I'm afraid that one by one doesn't even divide the grains! ”

"Ben Shengjun suddenly felt that he was still very good." Ming Xiaoyang's voice suddenly changed, and he did not continue to entangle the scholar with Mrs. Sanmiao's master and apprentice, but said quite narcissistically, "There are actually two great beauties who have sent them to the door by themselves, which really makes Ben Shengjun so happy!" ”

"Holy Monarch." Hearing Ming Xiaoyang's words, Mrs. Sanmiao's color changed slightly, her head was already buried in Ming Xiaoyang's arms, and her tone was full of an inseparable affection, "The little woman has a very strange question, I don't know whether to ask it or not." ”

"Ask!" Ming Xiaoyang said indifferently.

"What kind of identity is the Holy Monarch, why does he hang a small bell around his waist all the time?" Mrs. Sanmiao also drank a little wine, and her delicate cheeks were slightly covered with a layer of redness, and she asked as if she had not intended it.

"It's nothing." Ming Xiaoyang replied casually, "A few months ago, Ben Shengjun went to the Necromantic Yuan and his party, obtained the first volume of the Book of Heaven, and found this cute little bell, and then he has been carrying it with him. ”

"What a hero the Holy Monarch is, carrying a small bell on his body all day long, it is not suitable." The beautiful eyes of the golden bottle are condensed, as if she has fallen in love with Ming Xiaoyang from the bottom of her heart, a gesture that I am thinking about the Holy Monarch, "If the Holy Monarch doesn't mind, the little girl likes this bell quite a lot, so it's better to give it to the little girl!" ”

In the end, Jin Bei'er's snow-white cheeks were full of moving spring love, and his head was lowered, "It's a big deal, people will listen to the Holy Monarch for everything in the future!" ”

"Hahaha." Ming Xiaoyang suddenly laughed, laughing very happily, but in this laughter, there was a breathtaking demonic nature.

The hearty laughter, without the slightest leakage, echoed in the handsome tent from beginning to end, but his laughter was in his ears, and the golden bottle and Mrs. Sanmiao couldn't help but tremble lightly.

I only felt that my master and apprentice had been practicing for decades, and hundreds of years of demonic skills seemed to have encountered an unimaginably terrible opponent and spontaneously surrendered.

The demonic qi in his body was running wildly, and he was almost injured by this burst of laughter!

"Here, I've got you!" Ming Xiaoyang smiled, casually took off the Hehuan bell on his waist, and threw it to Mrs. Sanmiao indifferently, and said as if he didn't care, "This Holy Monarch got two things from the Blood Dripping Cave of the Dead Spirit Abyss. ”

"The first volume of the Book of Heaven has just been exchanged for the second volume in the hands of the Ghost King by this Holy Monarch, and it is useless to keep this bell, so it will be returned to its original owner."

Return to its rightful owner!

These four words entered the ears, Mrs. Sanmiao and the master and apprentice of the golden bottle, their hearts squeaked, and when they looked at each other, the eyes of the master and apprentice couldn't help but show a trace of fear.

He, found out!

It turns out that from beginning to end, he is playing tricks on us, and we are still pretending to be smart, it turns out that we are just two fools!

In an instant, in the depths of the beautiful eyes of the master and apprentice, there was a bit of self-deprecation!