Chapter Eighty-Five: The Snake's Nest
"What do I like and I want to report back to you?"
Liu Ting raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "This back to me, it can't be that you are here to find the girl, right?" Something to talk about. β
Although he knew that there would be no problem, the man still didn't dare to make eye contact with her smiling eyes, so he lowered his head and pinched the teacup: "As a member of the Ancient Heavenly Court, why didn't you inform me about Ao Nu this time?" Taiyi is inevitably not very sincere. β
This is like blaming.
But Liu Ting didn't care at all, and said lazily: "What does the matter of Gu Tianting have to do with my Zhangwei Mountain?" It's useless for you to complain to me. β
ββ¦β¦ But it's in your hands. The man said meaningfully: "Let me get some people in, if something happens in the future, we don't have to stand on the side of the Ancient Heavenly Court, right?" β
Liu Ting couldn't help but laugh twice.
"Under the nose of the People's Federation, it is not easy to collect good seedlings, cherish it." She looked at the fox tea pet as she spoke, and as soon as the color faded over there, she carried water and poured it over: "There are three layers in Shennongjia and three layers outside, Wei Jiusi leads the team to stare at it, it's not so easy to get out." β
"Wei Jiusi? What is he? β
The man looked dismissive.
Liu Ting glanced up at him: "Wei Jiusi is indeed not a thing, so what about a heavenly official with a heavenly official sword on his back?" β
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The man was silent and picked up the tea, and after a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you offend Taiyi?" Or are you sure? β
Liu Ting smiled but did not speak.
"That's it."
Seeing that she didn't want to answer, the man shook his head and got up: "Just because I haven't been here, I'll leave first, and I'll contact you if you have something." β
Bang bang bang β
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
The man paused, then turned his head to look at Liu Ting: "Your daughter." β
"Huh."
The latter chuckled, and then said something to himself.
"Mom."
The door was pushed open, Zhuo Qing came in and glanced at the man, nodded slightly, walked to Liu Ting's side and leaned over and whispered for a while.
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Liu Ting listened, his brows were good-looking, and he asked with interest, "He came by himself?" β
"Hmm."
"I see."
After Liu Ting nodded, he looked at the man who had been standing next to him since the beginning and did not move: "What about you?" Anything else? β
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Walking all the way along the corridor he had just entered, the strange incense on his nose gradually became stronger, and Kang An smelled a little, but he still didn't squint, making himself look like a fox gentleman, and didn't let his eyes look at the twisting waist of the woman with the road mask in front of him.
She's really good at writhing.
It's the same as the snake spirit.
Before I could think about it, there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo in front of me, and then the corridor suddenly opened up, and a hall appeared in front of me, decorated with antique and elegant decoration.
Kang An looked at the source of the sound.
Through the small private spaces separated by three screens, he saw a group of women wearing red and white Tang style robes and plain white Fufeng masks on the stage in the center, surrounded only by a mahogany fence.
Their choreotypes are equally bizarre, their movements at first glance look extremely stiff, like puppets, but they seem to be smeared with oil on their joints when they move up and down, and any difficult movement can be easily done by their waist and arms.
It's weird, weird, and beautiful.
When the fox was distracted, they also discovered this side on the stage, and then as if they saw something rare, their bodies were strangely frozen, and after a while, a creepy scene happened.
One of the dancers was leaning back and bending down, but when he caught eye on Kang An out of the corner of his eye, his head turned at a strange and unscientific angle, and then stared straight at him.
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Kang An was terrified.
"This is the young master." The woman leading the way in front of her suddenly spoke: "Continue to practice the dance of the staff, it's not enough for the staff and guests to come up." β
"Young Master? What young master? β
A woman on the stage asked with a smile: "Is it the young master of the company, or the young master of our Zhangwei Mountain?" Big sister, the difference is huge. β
"No matter what, the young master is the young master." The woman on the stage who was still bent over and leaned back, her head twisted unscientifically, used a lark-like voice: "Young master, I see that your body is wet, do you want me to wipe it for you?" β
You're not serious about rubbing it?
Kang An felt that he had fallen into the snake's nest, and he regretted it in his heart, just wanted to ask the big sister in front of him to find him a room for a secret fox, when he saw her instruct to the stage: "My lord said, let you continue to dance." β
With that, she looked back again.
"Your Excellency will be here later, young master, let's sit here for a while." After speaking, without waiting for Kang An's opinion, the eldest sister pulled him to the front bakery.
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The words of the adults, the women on the stage obviously did not dare to disobey, and then the dance continued, and the sound of silk and bamboo that was hidden in nowhere also sounded again.
"Young Master, please be seated."
In the private room, which is not very spacious but has good privacy, the eldest sister pulled Kang An to sit on the cushion on the woven straw mat.
Kang An looked at her and stopped talking.
The latter's eyes under the mask were understanding, and then he walked behind him and sat down, reaching out to gently pull him down in his arms.
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Wait, what's so soft? Phew, that's not the point, the point is what this woman wants to do to him!
"Take it easy."
A soft voice came from behind him: "Although the people who usually do this are human employees, since the young master is here, naturally someone should serve him." β
Speaking of which,
Before Kang An wanted to say that she was still young and Liu Ting would not agree, she had already reached out and took a bunch of grapes from the low table in front of her, the kind the size of a ping-pong ball.
Then slowly peel off the skin, and when the sparkling and moist flesh is fully exposed, he hands it to the mouth of the coveting fox.
'How embarrassing is that......
Kang An subconsciously opened his mouth.
The next moment, he was completely conquered by the sweet and sour fruity aroma, and while he squinted his eyes to enjoy it, the big sister behind him adjusted his body with her hands, and only after adjusting the most comfortable and convenient posture did she continue to peel the fruit.
"Young master, is it good-looking?"
While he was still eating, the eldest sister asked in a whisper while rubbing his shoulder.
"Uh-huh, good-looking."
There was food, drink and dance dramas to watch, and he couldn't be more satisfied, Kang An suddenly felt that this trip didn't seem to be as bad as he thought.
"The protagonist hasn't appeared yet." The big sister behind him said softly.
Protagonist?
As soon as this doubt appeared in Kang An's head, he saw that next to the stage, there was a figure dressed the same as the dancer on the stage, except for a figure full of gold ornaments, like an absolute protagonist, luxurious and indescribably beautiful, and walked to the middle of the stage.
"Grandma Zhuanβ"
Like a folk song from an ancient alien race, the female voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of the long silk strings that restarted, the gorgeous figure held her face with both hands, and under the pure white, seemingly smiling mask, a pair of bewitching and charming eyes flowed, looking straight at somewhere under the stage.