Who said my wife is a monster?

Chapter 155 Boudoir Tips

But fortunately, both parties knew what was going on and didn't take it seriously.

Qiu Buhuan more or less understood that as Luo Xian'er's personal maid, Jasmine had already received tacit approval.

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"Mrs. Qiu, please take more care of your husband."

Jasmine stepped forward and held hands intimately, and said with a smile: "Especially the bed matters, my sister has to bear more responsibility."

Qiu Buhuan: "."

The young woman's face turned slightly red and she glared back angrily: "Little sister Jasmine, don't be impatient. You'll have some time to 'enjoy' yourself in the future."

"Well, I'm just a maid, so of course the ladies have to go first."

Jasmine smiled a little reluctantly, her ears feeling slightly warm.

It seems that this magic knife has a special response to 'Yang Shifei'.

"Will it delay the reconstruction of Bingtan?"

Qiu Buhuan said softly: "I don't have much luggage. I'll bring some change of clothes and I can set off with you at any time."

Qiu Buhuan's eyes gradually narrowed, and he quickly said: "Sir and Fei, come here quickly!"

The real demon knife actually transformed into a flesh-and-blood monster ten feet tall, with dense meridians and blood vessels all over the body. Dozens of broken knives were pointed at Qiu Buhuan like sharp teeth, like a giant mouth of flesh and blood that selectively devours people, trying to kill her. Devour and chew.

"I'll do it. Damn it?!"

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Yang Shifei looked outside the house again: "Didn't the girl come with you?"

Qiu Buhuan remained calm and thoughtful when seeing this situation.

"She walked around the bottom of the mountain twice, dozed off and went back to the car to sleep."

Some foam overflowed from the cracks, and the long knife trembled slightly.

Qiu Buhuan walked to a long corridor full of cabinets: "These are all natural materials and treasures used to maintain and repair weapons. They are all transported back from Tianlu Mountain."

Yang Shifei hurriedly crossed his arms to stop him.

Qiu Buhuan rolled his eyes and took the real magic knife that was handed to him.

Inside Yangbing Pavilion.

"It's the Weapon Accumulating Liquid I prepared. Soaking the weapon in it can repair internal cracks. If it is a spiritual weapon, it will also be quite beneficial."

A faint fragrance wafted out of it. Yang Shifei looked over and saw that the tank was filled with dark liquid.

The demonic knife that was about to bite paused momentarily, and the flesh and blood flashed red.

Jasmine looked a little helpless: "I just happened to ask when you two will set off."

"Wait!"

"It doesn't matter, I've made arrangements in advance."

"So magical?"

The two women looked at each other for a moment, blushing and looking away.

She quickly took out a few small jars, then went to a large dark vat and took away the iron lid and silk cloth.

Immediately, the long knife was slowly placed flatly into the jar, and the black water soaked the blade.

As soon as Yang Shifei took two steps closer, black water suddenly splashed everywhere, and the twisted and weird flesh and blood almost exploded from the tank!

She had personally held the measurements, and had also seen the exaggerated scene of Ji Chang being held in the air and galloping hard. After thinking about it for a moment, she couldn't help but feel a little weak in her legs.

Qiu Buhuan glanced at the real magic knife in his hand again: "But before leaving, I have to take a look at the quality of this knife."

Yang Shifei felt enlightened.

Forget it, forget it. If I keep talking, it feels like a lose-lose situation.

Yang Shifei looked back and forth between the two women and couldn't help laughing.

Qiu Buhuan looked back and chuckled: "No matter how sharp and tough those magical weapons are, they still need maintenance and repair."

Qiu Buhuan scolded slightly: "Brother, you're still laughing."

The flesh and blood trembled slightly, as if making a thin neighing sound.

"As long as you don't quarrel."

It is expected that in the past hundreds of years, few people would destroy the bridge across the river, is it because their skills in this area are also unparalleled in the world?

He couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "He is indeed the best military sect in the world."

Is it possible that the demonic spirit in this sword has recognized right from wrong?

"Hiss."

"It's only been a month, but this villa has really been tidied up in a good way."

Yang Shifei and Jasmine followed them here and looked at the many weapons displayed on both sides, feeling a little surprised.

"these are"

"It's just temporary storage."

"You think I, Bingtan, only know how to immerse myself in forging iron?"

Yang Shifei calmed down and said slowly: "She is not a bad person, but she wants to help you repair the blade."

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The True Demonic Sword was silent for a moment, and its terrifying flesh and blood body quickly shrank, turning back into a black sword and falling.

Yang Shifei took advantage of the situation and held the handle of the knife with a strange expression: "This knife is quite scary?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not used to soaking in medicinal liquid." Qiu Buhuan said with great interest, "But if you hold it, it might be more stable."

"Okay, try again."

Yang Shifei sank the real magic knife into the water again.

Qiu Buhuan took the opportunity to wipe a few pieces of material back and forth on the blade, wiping away a large area of ​​stickiness.

The red light flashed between the cracks in the blade, always quiet.

It didn't react at all until it was wrapped in silk again. Yang Shifei watched for a long time and said with some joy: "It looks like you are applying medicine to it."

"If a weapon has spirituality, it can indeed be called a 'medicine to heal wounds'."

Qiu Buhuan twisted another hot golden needle from the side: "Sir and Fei, I want to take a few drops of your blood, please bear with me for a while."

Yang Shifei didn't ask in detail, he simply stretched out his hand and let the needle poke a small opening on his fingertip.

When the blood overflowed, she pressed the hilt of the True Demonic Knife against the situation and let the blood soak into it.

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The red light of the magic sword reappeared, even splitting into several pieces, and the flesh and blood wrapped around the index finger.

Yang Shifei felt that his fingertips were tightly wrapped in hot and moist soft flesh, gently slurping blood.

Jasmine frowned as she watched: "Mrs. Qiu, this is what you want"

"After ancient blood sacrifices, it was refined from the flesh and blood of countless creatures, and then it was forged into a magic sword. It is expected that the Qiu Kingdom used this sword to suppress filth, and it was also used to control demons."

Qiu Buhuan said softly: "If you want it to truly recognize its master, you need to feed it with blood."

Yang Shifei's eyes moved slightly, and he really had a strange feeling, as if he could feel the joy coming from the sword.

After the blood-feeding and recognition of its master are over, the real magic sword returns to its original state.

Seeing that blood was no longer oozing from Yang Shifei's fingertips, Jasmine frowned again and asked, "Will I still need to be fed with blood in the future?"

"No need."

Qiu Buhuan cleaned up the mess on the ground and chuckled: "The inside of this knife has been transformed by filth. It can be treated as an 'acquired alien'."

In other words, if you regularly absorb the filth in your body, you will be safe and sound.

"As long as you're obedient."

Yang Shifei smiled and hung the True Demonic Knife back on his back with a lace: "In this way, the knife is completely restored?"

"The spiritual liquid applied on the knife needs to soak for a few days, and then it can be used normally."

Qiu Buhuan said meaningfully: "However, this magic sword is different from ordinary swords. You still need to figure out how to control it."

"Okay." Yang Shifei helped her cover the big vat, and said with a hearty smile: "This matter is over, why don't we set off?"

"Okay, I'll get my luggage."

"Mrs. Qiu, let me help you."

The three of them returned to the sect leader's courtyard side by side.

Yang Shifei was about to go into the house together to help clean up, but saw an acquaintance waving at the door of the courtyard.

"Grandma Song?"

"Master Yang, are you going back to Dongcheng?"

"Yes."

Yang Shifei walked quickly to the courtyard gate: "The land of the capital will eventually be regained. Sister Qiu, as a celestial being and Xuanwu, is an indispensable help."

Granny Song thought thoughtfully: "This is good, it will allow Bu Huan to spend more time with you."

Yang Shifei laughed out loud and said, "Thank you for worrying about me, mother-in-law. I will definitely treat Sister Qiu kindly and won't let her suffer any injustice."

"I'm not worried about this." Granny Song took his hand and said softly: "I'm worried about not liking whether she treats you well, whether she's gentle or gentle, and whether she bullied you on the bed?"

Yang Shifei showed an embarrassed smile: "Well, this is not bullying."

Rather, it was Sister Qiu who cried and begged for mercy after being bullied by him.

"Bu Huan is quite sensible."

Granny Song expressed concern again: "My good child, if you feel unwell in the future, we will help you take care of yourself, but don't force yourself to hold on. As for not liking that girl?"

The old woman leaned into his ear again and muttered about private matters in her boudoir.

Yang Shifei's expression became more subtle after hearing this.

After a while, Qiu Buhuan packed his luggage and just walked out of the bedroom with Jasmine.

Granny Song had quick eyes and quick hands, so she immediately pulled her to the small courtyard.

Jasmine glanced at her: "This old man, what do you want to talk to Mrs. Qiu about?"

Yang Shifei coughed lightly and said, "Grandma Song is an old man from Bingtan and has more knowledge. She may have to give some advice to Sister Qiu."

"But why are their expressions so weird?"

"Ahem, maybe it's some private talk."

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Jasmine raised her lips and squinted, "Husband, your eyes are drawn away by the pair of fruits on Mrs. Qiu's chest."

Yang Shifei quickly said seriously: "I treat all sizes equally."

"Hmph, you're sweet." Jasmine secretly poked his waist: "Actually, it's just obscene."

Not long after, Qiu Buhuan came back with a red face.

The three of them said goodbye to Granny Song, then left the villa and got into the carriage.

Seeing Yang Shifei sitting on the throne and driving the car, Jasmine came close to Qiu Buhuan and whispered curiously: "Mrs. Qiu, your face is so rosy. I wonder what you talked about?"

"What else could it be?"

Qiu Buhuan touched Yue Rui's cute sleeping face next to him and murmured awkwardly: "It's just some boudoir tricks for couples."

Jasmine was stunned: "You still teach these things in Bingtan?"

"Ahem, there are indeed a few, but I have never learned them before."

Qiu Buhuan blushed and muttered: "Although I think these moves are of no use at all."

Jasmine pursed her pink lips, her cheeks were slightly warm, and she could only laugh twice.

(End of this chapter)