The two maids pressed hard, knocked, and kneaded. As long as you can use the method and moderate force, you can ensure the happiness of the young master.

It didn't take long for a little sweat to leak out of the foreheads of the two maids, and a faint salty taste penetrated from the corners of their mouths into the maids' mouths.

Maybe it's because the two maids washed too well, maybe they are too tired, after the feeling of electric hemp became a habit, Fan Yan (Mo Xie) lay on the stone bed, snoring, snoring, enjoying it and falling asleep.

The two maids did not stop, for fear of waking up the master, and their techniques were much weaker, from the point to the meridian, to a gentle press. Gentle, Yurou's fingers danced on the skin.

An hour later, the two maids looked at each other and stopped. The stone bed was slowly raised, and the water trails were dried, and it turned out that the stone bed was a stone-like substance. Soft, lying on it warm.

The two maids sat on both sides of the stone bed, their hands gently brushed, and their bodies hanging with water droplets dried instantly, and they picked up the blanket and snuggled up to Fan Yan's side. The maid leaned on the soft bed of imitation stone, her black hair scattered like a cloud, and the grievance between her eyebrows and eyes was carefully examined with the young master's slightly snoring face. looked at it stupidly, the ruddy lips fell on the bare broad shoulders, the breathing was tight, and the beautiful trembling eyelashes were closed leisurely, and the white skin jumped slightly. After a few deep breaths, the red and tender little face calmed down, and the breathing became steady, and he fell asleep in a cute posture with his two bodies.

The night was long. The water of the pond glows with soft ripples against the pink nocturnal crystals. The water vapor in the pool drifts away from the soft bed, forming a fog barrier, which is as warm as a shower in the sun. The clouds outside the barrier were so heavy that they couldn't see through everything inside the fog screen.

"The master is asleep, the junior sisters should all go to practice, Zhuo Yuan and I will be on duty tonight, and let the sleeping Senior Sister Chu wait." Outside the bathhouse, Yu Ying instructed dozens of junior sisters.

Fan Yi is the master of all the saints. It's just a kind of name. Most of these disciples were carefully selected from hundreds of maids. Only Yu Ying, Miao Ping, Chang Yang, He Yu, and Jiao Yu are the five holy women of Peixing, who are actually the last batch of disciples of the cave master's wife Qin Rong. It's safer that way.

All the maids who can get close to the master Fan Yan are all selected by the five Yu Ying. The selection is very strict, the virgin body is the first level, and the back of the identity must be a new woman from the Wanyun Puppet Realm, and the appearance is needless to say, all of them are sinking fish and geese, and the moon is closed. The puppet girls heard that they were disciples of the young master. The one who broke his head wanted to come in, and after coming in, the fate of all the saints was the same, to please the young master, to die for the young master, at the cost of his life. But it's a pity that you can really become a disciple of the young master.

When the junior sisters heard this, they hurriedly saluted the senior sister and respectfully withdrew from the bathhouse. Scattered to all corners of the Valley of Love Flowers.

"Ahh Waves of fog rippled across the pool. Flipping and reverberating, the solemn powder mist lost its pulling power. Swing out of the pool, drenched in fine sand, spread with blades of grass, and hang on the tips of the leaves.

An hour later. The voice of the dream fell silent. The fog of the pool shrank violently, and the warm and humid air lost the support of the warm constant temperature. Chilled the body. At the moment when the pond mist is recycled, it condenses into large drops of water dew, which falls under the leaves.

A slender figure like jade appeared by the pool, followed by two curvaceous pink figures. With a wave of his hand, a bathrobe was worn on the slender figure, hiding the delicate pink skin.

The two maids gathered their armor on the ground, bowed their heads, and walked to the door of the bathhouse with red faces.

"Master, do you still need to sleep tonight?" Yu Ying asked respectfully to Fan Yan, who appeared at the palace gate.

"Hmm". Fan Yan responded coldly. Then the indifferent black eyes of the soul seduced looked at Yu Ying.

Yu Ying felt a cold chill brush his cheeks, and a cool breeze blew across his back.

"Yu Ying left all the disciples given to me by my mother, and the brothers who served before, send them away, I don't want to see them again." Fan Yan said coldly.

"Tom", the two maids who approached with their battle armor sat on the ground with their butts. Like a brick, falling from the eaves in a quiet night, my heart is shocked.

Yu Ying's face turned a little pale, and she looked up at the maid sharply.

Fan Yan said coldly. "They can stay".

After speaking. Fan Yan disappeared in a flash.

Yu Ying's heart turned pale with spasms, and after a long time, he said in a trembling voice. "Zhuo Yuan serves the master well, I'll go find Miao Ping" The voice was full of pain and helplessness.

In the dark night, the valley of love flowers is silent and shady, and the warm wind outside the valley and the cool shade in the valley bite together, forming a gust of cold wind, howling, rustling and pulling the leaves.

It was already midnight, and a slender black shadow swept across the black ink grass of the Love Flower Valley, heading to a secret place, each of which carried a few doubts, and the place to go was a secret place in the Love Flower Valley, called the Burial Flower Mound.

The burial mound is the place where the young master Fan Yan specially buried those saints who committed suicide because they did not succumb to his obscenity. Not much, exactly thirteen. For each of these saints, Panliang built a tomb with flowers. From a distance during the day, it was not a grave, it was a cluster of love flowers.

The love flower, the leaves are slender and dark green, whenever night falls, the golden pink flowers open one after another, its shape is like a trumpet, exudes an intoxicating fragrance, like a girl's pink face in the night, can drive away the stuffiness, bring fresh coolness. The lover's eyes are the same, listening to you in detail.

The young master Fan Yan has just come back, his temperament has changed greatly, and he has not heard of bringing back the holy woman, why should he gather everyone to bury the flower mound?

All the saints entered the burial mound in confusion.

The silence inside the mound was terrifying, the darkness swallowed everything, and there were only expectant eyes, staring at a black aura.

Yu Ying stood expressionlessly in front of the black aura. "Gong Ying has seen everyone together"?

A divine consciousness swept back and forth in the darkness. After a long time, he said. "The senior sisters are all here."

Yu Ying looked at the black shadows that were moving, exactly one hundred and ten people.

"You are all loyal disciples and maids who have served the master, the master came back from the field this time, brought back three martyrs, the master wants to hold a ceremony here, invite all the disciples and maids to watch together."

Hmm, a pair of expectant eyes lowered by more than half. There were only a dozen or so people with a pleasant lewd smile in their eyes.

The name of the opening ceremony is very good, in fact, the master wants to insult some saints who have a strong personality and swear to die in front of everyone. Let the saint commit suicide by herself, the master Fan Yan will not kill anyone, please ask the saint to end her life by herself. Because of such a holy woman, it is impossible for the master to let her go. gone, and the hidden things will leak out. This kind of saint is safest only when she dies.

"Come in, go in one by one, I personally want to confirm my true body, and the holy woman who has not served the master will not be allowed to enter. There is no forgiveness for killing". Yu Ying said coldly, his voice becoming a little murderous.

The holy maidens shuddered, without thinking about it, there are so many martyrs brought back this time, and the master has always been very secretive about this kind of thing, for fear that the cave master and mother will know about it. These saints and maids have served their masters for a long time, and their hearts have become communicative.

One by one, the saints walked towards the black aura. Before entering the aura, Yu Ying has to click on the saintess who enters the aura.

A red bead of light hit the saint's body. With a pop, the beads of light burst into countless points of light. A tiny mist pounced on the face, and some saints, the mist fluttered, showing a pale light, like a dead man. Some of them are pink and red, and they are charming.

The saint has just entered the aura. Whoosh, a bloody light flew in from the center of the eyebrows. There was a loud bang, and the saint stared at her hollow eyes. One fell headlong to the ground.

A red crystal hand flew in. Grabbing the neck with warm and slippery air, he instantly appeared in front of a red mist flying crystal ball, and threw it into the crystal ball fiercely.

As soon as the body of the saint entered the crystal sphere, it immediately turned into a wisp of smoke, and there was no trace. I saw that the crystal ball was filled with red and white mist. The red mist, as the bodies of saints flew in, became more and more red. The white fog, as the red fog gets deeper and deeper, becomes whiter and whiter.

A white crystal hand was flying around. Grabbing the body of a saint, he threw himself into a crystal ball filled with white mist. Every time I threw one, the body of the saint disappeared into the white mist, there was no trace, quiet, I don't know how to throw the body of the saint inside, and flew there.

For a quarter of an hour, the black aura fell silent. The shadow appears within the aura. Miao Ping and Jiao Yu, the four holy daughters of Peixing, appeared beside Yu Ying. Miao Ping was holding a holy bag in her hand, and her face was gloomy. "Yu Shengyou, there are twenty-three corpses here, isn't it too little?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow". Yu Ying took the bag and disappeared.

Then, Miao Ping and the others disappeared, the ball of light disappeared, and the aura disappeared.

The whole burial mound was silent. The mountains were black, the earth was black, and the night sky was black, not even the glimmer of the stars. It was as if silence and coolness had absorbed the light. It was dark and heavy, waking up in the thick ink and heavy smearing of the black curtain.

A cool breeze blew, with a groan of pain, flickering far and farther away, flickering weaker and weaker, as if coming from the sky, and clearly echoing in the ears.

It was as if life was crying out in the darkness, it was the soul fighting in the darkness, struggling powerlessly, calling, shouting, the night trembled, woke up, roared.

In the trembling, in the rough and frenzy, the people were shocked, the heart was surging up, the cheeks were red, and I couldn't help but gasp deeply, wanting to grasp the grass in the dark, wanting to break the flowers in the dark, wanting to pull down the leaves in the darkness, and plugging the ear vortex that echoed with the noise.

Zhuo Yuan stood outside the dormitory of her master Fan Yan. With her eyes closed, she didn't dare to release the soundproof cover to isolate the filthy sound coming from the dormitory.

Now, everyone knows that Master Lu's temperament has changed greatly. It becomes more absurd, ruthless, and cold. If you don't go your way, you will kill someone. Although the master's eyes can hook every woman's heart, they can't hook it, and the heart cares for life. No one wants to trade their lives for coldness and ruthlessness. (To be continued......)