Cheng Zhaozhao opened his eyes, met the female cultivator's smiling gaze, and asked, "Where is this?"

"Don't worry, it's a lot of trouble to ask questions one by one, wait for the real person to wake them up, and then answer your questions. The nun beckoned, and eight nuns entered behind her.

Reality?

Cheng Zhaozhao's face collapsed, a real person was on his side, and he had no power to fight back at all, if he wanted to escape from the hands of a Jindan monk, I am afraid ......

The other six nuns came to the bedside, and each of them pulled up one nun and 'pop!' and immediately opened the bow left and right.

The slapping sound resounded throughout the room, and Cheng Zhaozhao's scalp was numb when he heard it, and he subconsciously covered his face.

Such a wake-up service is really unblessed.

After slapping several times, the three nuns were finally woken up, and they screamed when they saw their situation.

"Who are you?"

"Where am I?"

"What are you doing?"

Sure enough, this eternal question was asked by them in a panic.

Then the three of them, who realized that their cheeks were aching, covered their faces again, and various expressions of horror, anger, and confusion alternated.

"Who the hell are you? let us go, do you know who my father is!" the oldest and best-looking nun in the center finally calmed down and glared at them.

"Palm!" Sister Jin Dan said softly.

At the moment, the female cultivator standing beside her opened her bow left and right again, looking at the female cultivator who was obviously still cultivating, but she was pressed to death, and there was no room for resistance at all.

The other two nuns beside her were trembling with fright.

The slap was heavy and loud, and the pretty female cultivator who hit her fell on the edge of the bed, her face swollen and extremely ugly.

The Jindan nun turned around and sat leisurely on a chair made of snow-white mink fur, and said, "Who are you, where are you from, and who are your parents?" ”

Her gaze swept lightly over the four of them, and said, "As long as you know, if you enter the Qifang Pavilion, you are the people of the Qifang Pavilion, and you will have to listen to the words of the real people in the future." I forgot to tell you, the real person is called Yu Fang. ”

Qi Fang Pavilion?

Cheng Zhaozhao's expression suddenly became solemn.

This Qifang Pavilion is the largest dance pavilion in the center of Xishan City, take the female cultivators who sit in the middle of the city and swing around, and sing songs, they are the monks of Qifang Pavilion.

I remember that when they passed by there before, Nian Qiaoze also gave them a brief introduction, most of the Qifang Pavilion were female cultivators, and they were the most beautiful, and they earned spirit stones by performing techniques and art methods to earn a living.

At that time, Nian Qiaoze also said that if the mission was successfully completed, he could also take them to Qifang Pavilion for a visit.

So, she is still in Xishan City?

Seeing that the four of them didn't speak, Yu Fang said coldly: "Did you hear it clearly?"

"Hear me clearly. Cheng Zhaozhao replied.

"Yo, you're pretty good. ”

Yu Fang glanced at Cheng Zhaozhao with a smile, but quickly shook her head and said: "This is not a good quality, but you can rest assured, after being transformed by the hands of this real person, she is also a beauty with outstanding temperament." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao only felt goosebumps popping up, and endured the discomfort and said, "Yu Fang Zhenren, I, I want to ask a question." ”

"Presumptuous!" The female cultivator behind her slapped her on the back at the moment, and the weight of the force hit her back directly, but strangely there was no pain.

But she didn't want Yu Fang Zhenren to glance at the female cultivator behind her, and said, "When did this real person let you do it?"

The female cultivator behind her trembled, and knelt down at the moment: "True people forgive sins." ”

Yu Fang snorted coldly.

The female cultivator behind Cheng Zhaozhao turned pale at the moment, and gave herself a slap fiercely, and a puff of blood mist splashed out from behind her in an instant.

Cheng Zhaozhao stiffened, and the female cultivator fell to the side in the afterglow, although she was not dead, her blood flowed all over the ground.

I didn't expect these female cultivators to beat others hard, and they beat themselves even harder.

This palm also made the three female cultivators on the bed stunned, and even the screams were swallowed in their throats.

Yu Fangzhen didn't raise his eyes, glanced at Cheng Zhaozhao, and said, "Go on." ”

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

Cheng Zhaozhao asked honestly at the moment: "Real person, I heard that Qifang Pavilion is the largest dance pavilion in Xishan City, wouldn't you let us stay here for the sake of performance?"

Yu Fangzhen smiled: "You little girl is quite good at arranging things for yourself." ”

"I just feel that Yu Fang Zhenren will not raise us in vain, and he must always plan his future. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao looked like he was at ease, but it made Yu Fangzhen's expression a little happier.

"That's right, as long as you listen to the words of the real person, life in Qifang Pavilion will not be worse than your original one. There will be no restriction on your cultivation, and you will have all the resources you should have for cultivating immortals. Otherwise......" Yu Fangzhen, who was still smiling, had a chill in his eyes, which was full of warnings.

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded, acting like a good baby.

Yu Fangzhen got up immediately, covered his nose and said, "You guys have served me well, and you have washed me." ”

Seven nuns should be at the moment.

After Yu Fangzhen left, a female cultivator behind him immediately grabbed Cheng Zhaozhao's arm.

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "This fairy, don't do it, I'll go by myself where you want to go!"

The nun let go of her and said coldly, "Follow me." ”

The nun walked straight forward and lifted a heavy golden curtain.

Cheng Zhaozhao followed.

This room was even bigger than what Cheng Zhaozhao had just seen, and behind these golden curtains was a huge bath, and wisps of heat emanated from the surface of the pool.

"If you don't want me to do it, wash it yourself. The nun stood aside when she had finished speaking.

Although he had never been in the habit of taking a bath in front of others, he couldn't take too much care about it at the moment, so Cheng Zhaozhao quickly took off his robe and went down to the bath.

In a moment, the water splashed in the bath.

It was the few reluctant nuns who were dragged into the bath, and the other six caretaker nuns also jumped into the bath, grabbing one nun for each of them, rudely stripping them of their clothes, and scrubbing them vigorously with the bristle brush that was placed aside.

The screams of killing pigs in the bath continued.

Cheng Zhaozhao saw that the blood on their bodies was spilled into the pool, and it was diluted in an instant, and the wounds on the bodies of those female cultivators healed at a speed visible to the naked eye after being soaked in this pool of water, and their skin became more flawless and white.

The water is still clear and has a faint fragrance.

In this way, Cheng Zhaozhao also knew that there must be a lot of good things in this pool, and when he sank into the pool, only one head was exposed.

After washing for half an hour, Cheng Zhaozhao felt that she was about to take off a layer of skin, and the nun standing by the bath asked her to come up.

wiped the water stains for her and changed her into a cool robe.

The upper body is a crescent white tight-fitting hip-wrapping long skirt robe, which can be said to show off Cheng Zhaozhao's slender and slender figure.