"Hiss......"

The old man gasped, goosebumps fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Where did this demon come from?!"

"Oh, Grandpa You, you're joking with others again, be careful that people will ignore you in the future!"

I saw a young man with red lips and white teeth, grease and powder, stepping into the back yard with small steps.

The man is handsome and slender, but his temperament is too feminine and his speech is so cohesive that it is impossible to distinguish his specific gender.

But he is indeed a pure man, because it is not enough for his wife to occupy the position of three wives and four concubines.

And I heard that he and his daughter-in-law are as good as sisters.

He is the contemporary saint of the Flower School, known as the Seal of the Flower Face Langjun.

Today's Yin Wuxian is wearing a crescent white robe, the robe is clean and clean, especially the style of the clothes is the same as the one worn by Qiye.

"Brother Qiye, look at my clothes, do they match you?"

Nanaya's forehead was covered with a black line, and then he began to look expressionless.

He didn't want to answer the question.

But in fact, in addition to being really disgusting, this guy in front of him is not bad in other aspects, especially treating him differently, and he has a lot of support for him after getting started.

It's that the nerves must be tenacious in order to withstand his waves of indiscriminate mental attacks.

Qiye suddenly missed Jiang Ping a little.

If he was there, he would have been able to despise him, and even make him so disgusting that he couldn't eat.

The old man, that is, the temple keeper You Jiuling, endured his sour teeth and said:

"Yin Wuxi, do you say that you are a middle-aged man in his forties who pretends to be tender all day long?

You're not disgusting, I'm disgusting.

And your makeup won't be according to which of your daughters-in-law, right?

Anyway, if you want to be a woman, why do you want to marry a daughter-in-law?"

Yin Wuxian didn't care about You Jiuling's ridicule at all, and even crossed his waist, straightened his chest, and snorted coquettishly:

"I married them so I could be sisters to them.

Only by being honest with each other can I learn from them the essence of being a woman.

I'm not a thief with a bad name, so naturally I'm going to marry them.

And I don't know how happy they are when they marry me.

Not only can I be their husband, but I can also be their sister, and I don't have men, men are the dirtiest creatures in the world.

Except, of course, Brother Seven Nights.

If Brother Qiye is willing to marry me, I will divorce them immediately, and I don't care if I really become a woman. ”

As he spoke, Yin Wuxian also winked playfully at Qiye, secretly sending autumn waves.

Click!

The floor under Qiye's feet snorted, silently taking all the damage.

He turned to look at the Demon Emperor statue, and then took the initiative to close his hearing.

Because he was afraid that if he looked at it again and heard more 'Brother Seven Nights', he couldn't help but slash this disgusting yin and yang man to death with a sword.

The other side.

Nima!

Vomit!!!

You Jiuling almost took out a fan and killed this bastard with a fan.

But don't look at Yin Wuxian in front of them, disgusting to death.

But in front of some women, it is extremely popular.

Because Yin Wuxian can always integrate into them unconsciously, starting from being sisters, and then inexplicably becoming husband and wife.

So You Jiuling has reason to be suspicious.

This guy who has shouted that he wants to be a woman all his life is actually a complete old pervert.

You Jiuling's eyes became dangerous.

He suddenly remembered a little bad memory.

It's that there are many old perverts with this kind of strong means, and he will miss the opportunity to hold hands with his beloved girl back then.

"There is no trace, the drums are sounding, you are not qualified to participate in the meeting here, are you?"

Since you can't kill him, it's not bad to get rid of him first, otherwise staying here will disgust you, not to find guilt.

Yin Wuxian covered his mouth and said with a smile:

"Grandpa You, you have misunderstood others, how dare I dare to take the position of my master, but the old man is out of his house, and his whereabouts are unknown.

I'm not just going to help him attend the meeting for the time being.

But don't worry, I'll listen more and talk less later, all of you here are seniors, how can I overstep my responsibilities and contradict them.

You say, don't you?"

"Eight hundred miles away, I can smell you. ”

An indifferent voice came, followed by a woman in a blood-colored dress.

The woman is tall, her face is cold, her chest is bulging, and she is extremely tightly wrapped, which makes people can't help but wonder how much material there is inside.

"Oh, it's Sister Xun'er, I just said that you have always remembered me, and you can still remember my taste eight hundred miles away, and you said that you are not secretly in love with me?

But don't worry about it, my daughter-in-law has married enough now, and she only loves my brother Qiye wholeheartedly. ”

Yin Wuxian looked at the seven nights of wandering out of the world with a shy smile.

The woman's name is Ai Xun'er, the extreme saint of the eight veins of the Demon Gate.

She is good at hard skills, honing a pair of fists to be harder than King Kong, and with the "Extreme Dao True Scripture" of the Extreme Dao One Thread, she once had a record of calmly escaping after the three moves of the great grandmaster in the realm of the grandmaster.

Her temperament is also like a fist, extremely hard, and she looks down on a feminine man like Yin Wuji.

In addition, the two of them are the son and the other are the saints, so they are even more incompatible.

Hearing Yin Wuji's shameless explanation, Ai Xun'er snorted coldly and decided not to engage in a verbal dispute with him.

She clasped her fists at You Jiuling and said:

"Old You, the master travels far away, and Xun'er attends for the time being. ”

"Eight Veins Holy Lord, now there are three Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, if all the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens come later, tsk......"

You Jiuling glanced at Qiye and chuckled twice, his expression looking meaningful.

Obviously, everyone knows that the person who beats the drum is Qiye.

Whether or not the Holy Lord of the Flower and the Extreme Dao is really traveling far away and sending the Holy Son and Holy Maiden, it is to express dissatisfaction.

They beat this drum, and they couldn't beat it for seven nights.

As long as he is the Son, he cannot exercise the authority of the Lord.

Actually, as far as you know.