Qunhuan Inn will not entertain guests tonight, this is Murong Yun's order.

In the moonlight, the courtyard was empty, and only the flag fluttered slightly.

He felt that something was wrong, and ran in quickly, and sure enough, the two maids were tied to the chairs with ropes and cloths in their mouths.

He used his fan sword to break the ropes on their bodies, and before he could fetch the cloth from their mouths, countless colorful ribbons floated down above his head and bound his body tightly. "Hahaha, it turns out that the son of the first master of martial arts is just a bad seed! Pustule! ”

A burst of laughter like a silver bell came, and I saw a woman falling from the sky, covered in red, with a snow-white long neck, her breasts half exposed, but her waist was wrapped with colorful ribbons, her eyebrows were flirtatious, and the smile at the corner of the cherry's small mouth had not disappeared. She stared at Murong Yun, "Young Master Murong, you are my brilliant subordinate who has been defeated!" ”

"Are you the princess of the Cold Domain?" Murong Yun couldn't help but struggle, and asked in surprise.

"Well, how can you call our princess's name indiscriminately?" A group of red-clothed girls next to him reprimanded in unison.

"Hahaha, the flowers are red, why are you messy? Is it for men? Murong Yun said loudly and deliberately defiantly, he leaned close to Hua Chaohong, a man's characteristic snort rushed into her pink face, and his black eyes were also staring at Hua Chaohong. Hua Chaohong was actually a little trance, and a hint of blush appeared on her face.

At this time, a burst of music floated up, Yi Lingshuang danced, as if there were countless figures in front of him, Leng Qiufeng had already embraced the pipa, and the sound of the piano was like a bone marrow. Messy Hongjiao shouted: "Hurry up!" Countless ribbons fluttered, and there was no one for a while.

"It's really dangerous!" The two maids said to Murong Yun in unison.

"It's all for the Seven Wisps of Flower Soul Sword! It seems that the undersea cold prince is going to take action! Murong Yun looked at her distant back and said.

Inside the Misty Lodge. Hanshan Jun is giving the four maids a disguise. Han Shan Jun's "Wonderful Hands and Disguise Technique" really lived up to its name, and in less than a stick of incense, Han Shan Jun made up four young girls into old men with white hair.

"Sneak into the Qunhuan Inn tonight and carefully search for the whereabouts of the demon!"

"Yes!" The four old men replied in unison, pretending that the old voices could not hide the soft voices.

Inside the Qunhuan Inn.

Because it was a rainy night, the guests had already left the table, and the dim wall lamps illuminated the banquet downstairs, and the leftovers were messy. Yang Shuixin and the four of them performed light skills and quietly ambushed on the roof of the eaves in the rain.

"Master Wujie, I offended a lot yesterday, so I will ask the master to have a good time tonight, Shuang'er, Feng'er, you have to serve well!" Murong Yun's voice came from inside the house.

Yang Shuixin and the others gently lifted a tile and peeked into the house.

The pink weft tent, the faint yellow light, the delicate shadow.

Yi Lingshuang wore a white gauze skirt, her crisp breasts were exposed, she gently shook her waist like a snake, and lifted her jade legs; Leng Qiufeng slowly opened his lips, "Lang Ya Lang, why do you hate you for being a monk in this life?" ”

The incomprehensible monk was stunned for a while, full of ugliness, he bare his chest and breasts, and grabbed it randomly, but he couldn't catch the two beauties in front of him.

Yang Shuixin looked at the monk carefully, there were a lot of black chest hair on his chest, and he couldn't see if there were any black marks from a distance.

"Haha, bald donkey, it turns out that you don't have a black mark, toad, you are not a demon, suffer death!" The tone of the pipa in Yi Lingshuang's hand changed abruptly, "whoosh", many silver needles shot from the pipa to the monk without solution, the monk banged with both fists, a huge wave turned forward, the silver needle flew towards the two of them, only to see the two people dancing rapidly, as if they were integrated, the silver needle flew to the monk again, the monk dodged left and right, and suddenly "ouch", he fell down in response, and four silver needles were pierced in his chest.

Dark blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his terrifying eyes stared at the young girl in front of him, "You actually poisoned it?" "Haha, the silver needle is not poisonous, is the wine? Who made you a drunkard? As soon as the words fell, Murong Yun pushed the door in.

"What about the "Yijin Sutra Cheats"? Hand it over! ”

He grinned and approached the monk step by step. The monk trembled and took out an old book from his bosom and threw it to the roof, "Dog thief, take it!" With that, he snatched the door out.

"Bang", a few tiles were broken, the four old men broke through the top, Yang Shuixin was quick, caught the book with one hand, and stuffed it into his arms.

Two maids surrounded the three old men, Murong Yun blocked Yang Shuixin, his sharp gaze shot directly into Yang Shuixin's eyes, Shui Xin remembered that night and fainted in his arms, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

She stabilized her mind, a "divine dragon swinging tail", and made a move to attack Murong Yun's vital point.

Murong Yun shook the fan lightly, retreated step by step, and suddenly a "carp turned over", a move "Shadowless Palm", "Jade Rabbit Exploring the Moon", he rushed straight to Yang Shuixin's chest, the cheats were not obtained, and his hand touched an extremely soft place.

He was stunned for a moment, the wrinkled old man in front of him suddenly turned red, and with a "snap", he took a slap, the jade hand retracted, and he caught a glimpse of a plum blossom mole in the palm of his hand! "Why are you again?" He forgot to fight back for a moment. At this time, Liu Yulu stepped forward with an arrow and swung his sword to stab Murong Yun.

Murong Yun came back to his senses, and with a move of "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers", countless silver needles were scattered towards Liu Yulu. Liu Yulu swung his sword and danced, knocking down several silver needles one after another.

"Be careful!" Yang Shuixin pushed Liu Yulu away, her arm was stabbed by Murong Yun's iron fan, and blood spurted out. She clenched her teeth in pain, blood, blood, and she lost consciousness again.

Liu Yulu held Yang Shuixin with one hand, and threw out a * with the other, and with a "poof" sound, the surroundings were blurred. Murong Yu covered his mouth and nose tightly, waved the iron fan, and the two maids also dispersed the smoke together. When the smoke cleared, there was still a shadow of the four of them.

"They've escaped again!" Murong Yun gritted his teeth, "And that cheats!" ”