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Zhuo Yifan looked around and found that the hall was full of women, except for a few old women, the others were all young women, most of them were in their twenties, just like his age at this time.

Suddenly, he saw Xiu'er, at this time she had changed into a red dress, the color of blood was as intense, which made people's blood rush and excited.

Sure enough, she became a red-clothed Shura, otherwise, she wouldn't have to stand with a woman in orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple clothes, and the green woman he knew, it was the green-clothed Shura Xiangyi, and the cyan woman he also knew, it was the Tsing Yi Shura Mu Ling, a woman who had just experienced the love between men and women.

Zhuo Yifan glanced at Xiu'er and didn't speak, and Xiu'er just looked at him lightly and didn't speak.

Where her eyes swept over, Xiang Yi also had a faint expression, not as familiar with him as she used to be in private, while Mu Ling had an expression of enjoyment, and it could be seen that when she saw Zhuo Yifan, she still unconsciously recalled that she was on a blind date with him.

Zhuo Yifan saw that the woman in front was very old, she was sitting on a chair, and the chair was placed on the high steps. The woman's face was full of wrinkles, like the wind blowing a pool of spring water.

What is surprising is that there are a few flowers in her pure white hair, red, green, and dotted, which do not seem to be out of place with white.

Her eyes looked gray, without any light, Zhuo Yifan knew that it was the unique mark of the wind candle in her old age, and he even doubted for a while that she could still see herself?

Zhuo Yifan also found that she kept shaking her hands, and her body was shaking so much.

The signs before the oil runs out and the lamp is completely presented in front of him, at such an age, these situations are natural, and of course Zhuo Yifan knows this.

Between the Seven Great Shura Fairies and the old woman on the chair on the steps, there are four old women in their sixties and seventies, all dressed as simple as men, and they are not deliberately dressed up. Among the four, Zhuo Yifan recognized Meng Mengwu, the fourth grandmother of Tianxiang Pavilion, who once represented Tianxiang Pavilion in the Huangya Bang competition in Weicheng.

The hall was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, and there was no sound other than that.

Zhuo Yifan saw the old woman in the chair looking at him, although he doubted that her eyes could see him clearly.

After a while, a faint laughter came out, as if it were coming from under the ground.

Zhuo Yifan listened attentively, trying to identify the source of the sound, but after identifying it for a long time, he still didn't find it.

The faint laughter continued, the heart-shaking sound completely drowning out the previous breathing, and only it drifted through the hall.

Zhuo Yifan was still identifying the source of the voice, and he could hear that the voice was made by an elderly woman, but the four grandmothers did not have any expression, but stood there stiffly.

In this way, the voice could only be made by an elderly woman on the chair on the steps, but Zhuo Yifan saw that her mouth did not move.

"Boy, don't look for it, it's what I'm laughing at. The elderly woman in the chair said.

Zhuo Yifan looked at her suspiciously and did not speak.

"Do you know why I'm laughing?" the faint voice continued.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, but still didn't speak.

"The boy is very handsome, many women must be obsessed with you. The faint voice laughed again, like the sound of a door shut, and like the sound of men and women fighting in bed, shaking the wooden bed.

Zhuo Yifan looked at her in a daze, not knowing what she meant, and still didn't speak.

"Well, I have the temperament of Zuo Baichuan, the old ghost of the dead ghost, who was also handsome and dashing back then, and was suave, which fascinated me. Think about it, people who don't have a good skin are disdainful of it, in fact, they are jealous, after all, both men and women like to be pleasing to the eye. A faint voice muttered.

"A good skin is not so important, the bad sin still has to be sinned, you can't escape, and you can't manage it. Zhuo Yifan said.

"Ho...... You kid doesn't have a backache when you stand and talk, haven't you been favored, helped, and promised by many women because of your good skin?" the faint voice continued.

She is right, many women do look at themselves differently because of their good skin, some continue to help themselves, some secretly send autumn waves, and some want to have sex with themselves in every possible way, and so on.

"Yes, of course, and many more! Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.

Women are visual creatures, they like to be pleasing to the eye, and for beautiful men, they will be like bees picking stamens, swarming upwards, but some people bury them in their hearts, and some people put them into action. But, either way, they've slept with you a thousand times in their minds, and they're the best at fantasizing about things in bed, adding endless beauty to it. A faint voice came from underground.

Regarding the old woman's statement, Zhuo Yifan is not a woman, she has no intuitive feelings, and she doesn't know whether it's true or not. However, for the women he has experienced, they do have different feelings for him. It's just that some people bury it in their hearts, some people express it vaguely, some people choose a direct showdown, and what's more, like Tang Wan'er and Mu Ling, they want to possess themselves and have sex with themselves.

"You're the Tianxiang Pavilion Grandma, right?" Zhuo Yifan said.

"Of course, isn't it because I'm too old to look like it?"

"Like, you can see it at a glance. Just ......"

Seeing her stroking her blood-drinking sword in her hand, Zhuo Yifan knew that she was also greedy for its power, so he felt a little unhappy, and stopped talking.

"Just what?"

"It's just that your old man's martial arts are so high, do you still need to snatch my blood-drinking sword?"

"The martial arts are high, whether you want your blood-drinking sword has to be said separately. It's just that I'm very curious right now, is there really a monster in your blood-drinking sword?"

So Zhuo Yifan described the monster in the blood-drinking sword to her, and emphasized that no one could control the monster in the blood-drinking sword, as well as its ferocity.

"I am so strong in martial arts, can't I control it?"

"I think it's a bit hanging, after all, the monster says that it is the ancient Netherworld, and judging from the evil cruelty after they came out, it is indeed extremely powerful. Zhuo Yifan said.

After hearing this, Grandma Ge obviously came to her senses, and her curiosity about the monster in the sword increased a few points.

She gently stroked the blood-drinking sword and put it to her ear to listen carefully, as if to hear if there was a sound in the sword.

She slowly rubbed the shape of the flying meteorite on the hilt of her sword with her hand, as well as the decoration on the scabbard, very excited.

Then he made a gesture of drawing his sword out of its sheath.