A slight splash sound, coming out of the curtain, as if a body of clotted jade, with a pink rhyme, gently pressed into the gentle jade pool water, startled by the crystal splash, fluttering delicate rose petals, wave after wave overflowing the pool, slowly flowing down from the pool wall. Dripping, mutton fat jade-like white water droplets, wrapped in floral and body fragrance, dripping on the stone bath board.

The sound of dada, mixed with the sound of splashing water from time to time, like a white trickle whispering like an orchid in his ears, stimulated Fan Yan (Mo Ye)'s brain was close to madness, his face was ruddy, like a spring breeze, and if he drank old wine, he was as red as drunk.

Fan Yan (Mo Ye) inhaled deeply, stretched out his thick pointed tongue, and stretched out the skirt covering his face hard. Fan Yan was very glad that although his body could not move, his tongue could still move.

Fan Yan held his breath, for fear that the rapid inhalation would attract the attention of Zhang Jing's dominatrix, and stretched out his tongue as much as he could, picking the skirt on his face. A little, a little, the nepotism is really stirring, although it is moving very slowly, it is indeed moving.

Fan Yan felt that his head was cold, his eyelids lit up, and a dim night crystal light shot into Fan Yan's eyes, Fan Yan's eyes lit up violently, and he was blind. Then a soft spring color carved into Fan Yan's eyes from the curtain not far away.

Jet-black hair with droplets of water swayed on the slender white jade neck, and beads of clear crystals splashed away and hit the stone slabs, falling between the light curtains.

A piece of crisp chest is like clotted white jade, half-covered by the edge of the pool. Through the curtain, you can still see the light and soft body, smooth and delicate curves, such as the lotus flowers standing in the clear pool water, with the crystal of dew and the fragrance of flowers.

The two saints were lightly draped in pink veil, with plain waists like willows, their long and well-proportioned legs were exposed outside the pink gauze skirts, and the beautiful lotus feet stepped silently on the stone slabs full of water traces, bending over to rub the white and tender skin of the hair

With a slight turn, the enchanting and seductive hair swept along with a piece of snow white. A pair of playful eyes swept through the hair. Although there is water to cover the fog, there is a glamorous charm rippling into Fan Yan's demented eyes.

Bang, bang, bang, as if countless air bags burst into Fan Yan's chest, and a fishy hot sticky snot flowed out of Fan Yan's nose. It spreads over the slightly upturned lips and flows to the shaky cheeks.

Zhang Jing didn't know when, she had already turned around and admired the soft jade figure inside the curtain. The young master is as delicate as warm jade skin, plump and slender curves. Zhang Jing doesn't know how many times Lu Dao has seen it. Every time it was that no perfume was applied. Without applying fat powder, it can seduce people's minds, and the beauty that touches people's nerves sighs. Just now, when the sound of water in the bath sounded, Zhang Jing involuntarily turned around again, and the skirt covering Fan Liang's face gently slipped off Fan Yan's face the moment Zhang Jing turned around.

Rapid breathing and an unfamiliar heartbeat woke Zhang Jing. Zhang Jing's smiling eyes, like an eagle that soared into the sky after being frightened, moved back viciously to his fierce gaze. When I saw Fan Yan with his mouth open and his tongue sticking out. Nosebleeds and lustful eyes.

Zhang Jing was almost fainted, her eyes were about to fall to the ground, and she gritted her teeth. Picking up the slender palm, he ruthlessly pumped towards Fan Yan's face with five strengths. The sound of a brittle iron bar pumping flesh was heard, and a few crackling bones resounded throughout the inner sanctum and the bathroom.

Bath room. Bai Juan turned his head violently and looked at the inner sanctum. "Zhang Jing, what's going on".

Zhang Jing stuck out her tongue. Covering his mouth, he looked at Mo Ye (Fan Yan) who was bleeding from his nose and mouth and his face was deformed on the bed. "Ah, young master, there are mosquitoes, I was fighting mosquitoes just now."

"Mosquito"? Bai Juan's slender eyebrows are slightly curved. Mosquitoes? Don't talk about your own Hanyun Palace, it's even a mosquito that doesn't dare to break into Hanyun Mountain. Bai Juan shook his head and didn't think about it again.

Zhang Jing's slap was not light. Fan Yan felt a buzz in his head, but he didn't feel the pain, and he passed out.

Zhang Jing grinned, glanced at the bathroom in a hurry, and pointed to Fan Yan's face. Fan Yan's deformed face changed slightly, and he changed back to his original appearance. But there were five slender black marks, but they did not disappear.

Zhang Jing's small nose snorted deeply. Disapproving. "Stinky boy, tell you to be careful, and dare to peek, you think you are really qualified."

After Zhang Jing finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and helped Fan Yan's face, and the five slender black marks gradually faded under a slippery soft light.

An hour later, Bai Juan fluttered in a thick bun, pink red lips with an indifferent smile, blinking moving eyes, taking lotus steps, wearing a light gauze dress with a beautiful shadow, dragging a little wet mist out of the bathroom. The curtain is lifted, and the faint orchid fragrance is faintly emanated.

"Zhang Jing, hasn't Mo Shengyou woken up yet?" Bai Juan glanced at the bed tenderly, and a sense of loss arose.

"Oh, no, I'm still asleep." The corners of Zhang Jing's mouth moved, and he replied playfully. Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Mo Ye who tilted his head to the bed. I also muttered in my heart, "Did you hit it so hard?

Bai Juan gently twisted his slender waist back and forth in front of a crystal mirror.

"Young master, you have changed". Zhang Jing stood in front of the bed and laughed, while talking, he stretched out his hand behind him, gently pulled Mo Xie (Fan Yan)'s ear, and pulled Mo Ye's body back into the bed.

"Really, how has it changed?" Bai Juan stroked the hair on his shoulders, looked forward to the beautiful eyes in the mirror, and smiled with a thousand charms.

"Become, not to mention Aimei, but also a lot more charming, especially those eyes, always make me feel that you are going to seduce the saints." Zhang Jing pouted and said.

Bai Juan turned around violently and glared at Zhang Jing fiercely. "Crow's mouth, sew it for you sooner or later, go and change Mo Shengyou's silk quilt, the smell of sweat in the hall is too strong."

"It's me again, so I won't change him, and I'll talk about it when he wakes up." Zhang Jing reluctantly sank her face. He scolded again in his heart. "Stinky boy, let grandma and me do it when I go back, either to change clothes or to change quilts, I should have slapped you out of the inner sanctum just now."

Zhang Jing was thinking about it, and Zhai Xi ran in from outside the hall in a panic. "Young master, young master, it's not good, hundreds of disciples have come down from the mountain to see you."

"When you see me, you say that I just went back to Wanyun Cave and am resting." Bai Juan frowned and glanced at Mo Ye who was in a coma on the bed. Bai Juan knew in his heart that he took the saints back to Wanyun Cave, and the saints in the cave must have known the way, but fortunately, he let Zhang Jing open the big array early, otherwise these saints would definitely be able to kill outside the temple gate.

"Young master, you see, let's just come. It's better to send Mo Shengyou to the special envoy of Qizhuo to break through, it will be safer." Zhang Jing looked at Zhai Xi's figure and said.

"It's okay, I'll talk about it when Mo Shengyou wakes up." Bai Juan glanced at Mo Ye on the bed again. He sighed and continued. "Mo Shengyou doesn't seem to be injured, why isn't he awake?"

Zhang Jing snorted, almost didn't laugh, and thought, "Wake up, I just fainted."

After Yuan Feng pulled up Bai Juan's long hair, Bai Juan slowly walked to Mo Ye's bed, staring at Mo Ye's tightly closed eyes with thin eyebrows.

Bai Juan looked at it like this for four days, Mo Xie didn't wake up in four days, Zhang Jing was anxious and frightened, and sat in front of the bed every day to accompany Bai Juan. Zhang Jing couldn't figure it out, she just slapped her lightly, she didn't use much strength, why didn't she wake up after four days.

In the past few days, the cold cloud peak has been about to fry, tens of thousands of saints are like ants on a hot pot under the peak back and forth, not only the holy envoys have come, but several envoys have been blocked by Bai Juan down the mountain.

Guo Cheng and Hu Jian stood side by side outside Hanyun Mountain, although their faces were anxious, they were secretly sneering in their hearts. Since Bai Juan took the saint into Hanyun Peak, the two of them sent several crystal letters to the cave master Fan Yi in a row. Standing at the foot of the mountain every day, sweating anxiously. Now that the best handle has been grasped in his hand, why didn't this cave master come back?

When the saints were anxious, a flash of inspiration flashed under the cold cloud peak, and the envoys Roujia and Qi Zhuo appeared in front of the saints at the same time.

When tens of thousands of saints saw Rou Jia and Qi Zhuo's envoy rushing back from other places, they were all pleasantly surprised, and they all paid homage to the two of them.

Rou Jia waved her hand and glanced at Guo Cheng and Hu Jian. "Envoy Qi, let's go to see the young master together."

"Go". Qi Zhuo didn't say much, and he didn't even mean to squint at Guo Cheng. and Roujia flashed and disappeared. Tens of thousands of saints exhaled deeply. Many saints wiped the sweat from their faces and whispered. "Fortunately, the cave master did not come back."

Hu Jian fiercely stacked his feet and looked at Guo Cheng. Divine Sense. "What should Envoy Guo do, if the cave master doesn't come back, the opportunity to punish Bai Juan will be gone."

"What's the hurry, I'm more anxious than you, the old ancestor of the cave master, the little ancestor of Fan Yan, how can I not be there at a critical time, I'm going crazy." Guo Cheng gritted his teeth and replied.

Hu Jian sighed, and suddenly seemed to remember something. "Special Envoy Guo, where is the ruthless mother-in-law"?

Guo Cheng looked at Hu Jian.

"Cave Master Holy Lady Qin Rong." Hu Jianjiao laughed. Squinted at Hanyun Peak.

In the Hanyun Hall of Hanyun Peak, Rou Jia and Qi Zhuo sat on the guest chairs in the main hall, staring intently at the young master Bai Juan who was dressed in battle armor, and the two glanced at each other with a look at each other.

The Holy Realm stipulates: "The Nine Mountains, Twenty Caves, and Forty-Seven Families in the Holy Realm must wear battle armor." That's just saying that when you go out, you don't ask for it in the inner realm of your sect. Bai Juan Shao greeted the two with his battle armor, which Rou Jia and Qi Zhuo never expected.

The two of them immediately understood in their hearts that Young Master Bai Juan was making his position clear, and it seemed that the most critical issue was not easy to discuss.

"Young master, I came with the special envoy of the banner to discuss two things with the young master, the first thing is to ask the young master what other requirements he has for the selection of a son-in-law." Rou Jia said sweetly with a smile.

"Yes, yes, young master, the ceremony will be held in more than a month, and I will discuss a few important matters with the young master with Special Envoy Rou." Qi Zhuo hurriedly catered to the road.

Bai Juan looked at the two envoys and said expressionlessly. "The two envoys don't come to me, I want to find you too, I do have a condition to add."

"Oh, please speak clearly, young master". Qi Zhuo was immediately happy when he heard it, and he was overjoyed that this effect was what he wanted.

"Please ask the two envoys to convey to the cave master, the conditions for choosing a son-in-law should be relaxed, and the genius disciples from the first to the fifth order of the solid root can participate." Bai Juan stared at Roujia's two envoys and said sentence by sentence. (To be continued......)