Lord, let me be arrogant [End]

Xiang'er walked slowly back to the inn with a vegetable basket on her shoulders.

When Wushuang saw it, she hurried over to meet her, and asked with concern, "Xiang'er, why have you been away for so long? Besides, your injuries haven't healed yet, so it's dangerous to go out alone."

"Hehe, Sister Wushuang, I'm fine. I'm going to prepare dinner for the young master." Xiang'er's face was very pale, and she walked slowly. Watching her walk towards the kitchen, Wushuang shook her head helplessly, "Hey, it's all What's the trouble!"

As the sky was getting darker, Xiang'er made a few stir-fries, neatly placed them on the tray, smiled, and walked towards Duan Zifei's room.

Pushing open the door, "Master?"

There was no one in the room.

She froze for a moment, closed the door carefully, went in and put the food on the table, seeing that the food she delivered at noon was still there, she didn't move, she frowned subconsciously.

The surrounding air suddenly fluctuated strangely, her eyes turned cold, and she turned her head suddenly, Duan Zifei suddenly appeared behind her, looking at her like the eyes of a lake mirror, without blinking.

"Master? Huh...Master, you scared Xiang'er to death!" Xiang'er patted her chest with lingering fear, "Master, even if you want to punish Xiang'er, you don't have to do this."

Duan Zifei half closed his eyes, passed her, walked to the table, glanced at the things on the table, and then sat down slowly.

Xiang'er's eyes were bright, and she hurriedly stepped forward to set the chopsticks, "Master, please use, these are all cooked by Xiang'er herself."

Duan Zifei silently picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of bamboo shoot, brought it to his mouth, and chewed it gracefully.

Xiang'er grinned happily, and asked tentatively, "Master, how does it taste?"

"Well," he just responded, but this was enough to make Xiang'er extremely excited. You must know that he had never responded to other women except Xiaoxiao.

"Then, the young master should eat more."

The obsessive eyes are always locked on his handsome and extraordinary profile. The world is so big that he is the only person who can rival Shura, and he is the only man who can match Xiang'er!

Duan Zifei, this man, she is going to marry him!

After a while, he put down his chopsticks.Xiang'er immediately withdrew her thoughts, poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "Master, moisten your throat."

Looking up at her, he still took it and took a sip.

Xiang'er waited beside him happily, and when he got up, he followed, "When Xiang'er was at home, she massaged her parents every day. The technique is very good. Would you like to try it, young master?"

Duan Zi was not speechless, but Xiang'er knew that this meant his acquiescence, she happily walked over, put her little hand on his shoulder, and pressed it with moderate strength.

Gradually, her hand slid down more and more, and came to his thin but strong chest, stroking it back and forth ambiguously, the luster in her eyes became more and more ambiguous.There is a voice in my heart that keeps shouting, she wants this man!Want to conquer him at all costs!

Suddenly, Duan Zifei grabbed her hand and pushed her away mercilessly, Xiang'er was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

She bit her lip, and when she saw the indifference in his eyes, a burst of anger came from nowhere, which made her stand up abruptly, and asked a little irrationally, "Why did you reject me?"

Duan Zifei's red lips seemed to lift up, "You can't replace her."

In a word, her heart was ruthlessly pierced, and she, who had always been proud and arrogant, had the mentality of wanting to compete.She stared at her closely, with an unpredictable smile on her cheeks, stood there and started to untie the clothes on her body.

Outer shirt, petticoat, middle coat, and finally, she even tore off the chest without even thinking about it, and stood in front of him calmly like this, "Why can't I replace it? If she can do it, I can do it too!"

Duan Zifei raised his eyes slowly, and his eyes fell on her naked body, without any lust, but surprisingly calm.

Xiang'er smiled charmingly, and walked towards him, "Am I like this, can't I compare to Miss?"

He kept his gaze fixed on her, and Xiang'er became more determined, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud in her heart. After all, Duan Zifei was a man after all, a man, how could he refuse such a lively temptation?

She squinted her charming eyes and stretched out her white and soft arms towards him. Just when she was about to touch him, Duan Zifei swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of her and clasped him with one hand. Her pulse is sharp, her eyes are clear, piercing like ice knives.

Xiang'er turned pale in shock, struggling to withdraw her hand, "Master, what are you doing? You hurt me..."

Duan Zifei pushed her to the corner as soon as he exerted a little force, his hands were still holding her firmly, his eyes moved down, and he glanced at her naked body, "Where did your knife wound come from?"

Xiang'er seemed to be really frightened, her whole body was shaking non-stop, and she said tremblingly, "Young master knows, he was stabbed by the bad guy in order to stop the young lady on the day she was kidnapped. Daddy, I saved my life so that I can serve the young master..."

"To be able to rob people under Jun Wuge's nose, you must be a master. As long as you use a knife, you will not be left alive. Moreover, one knife is enough." The overflowing murderous aura made Xiang'er's face paler, "Not only that, your wounds are all pointing downward..." Looking at her flustered expression, he said softly, word by word, " Only when you hold the knife in your forehand and stab yourself with your backhand, will this happen!"

As soon as the words fell, his hand suddenly exerted force, but his face remained calm, "Say, where is she?"

"Young, young master, Xiang'er can't understand what you are talking about...Young master...you misunderstood Xiang'er...It hurts..." Xiang'er's facial features were almost distorted, but she still did not give up and explained, "Xiang'er I'm really... really innocent..."

Duan Zifei lowered his gaze, grabbed her hand and raised it up, "You have two different pulses, as far as I know there is an evil art that is suitable for people with the same body of yin and yang to practice. Two kinds of pulse." When the words fell, he slowly raised his eyes, "In this world, only Shura, the master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, is practicing this skill."

Unexpectedly, Xiang'er calmed down, no longer flustered, Nao looked at him with interest, and smiled, "Tsk tsk tsk, what should I do, I was discovered by you. Come to think of it, you have suspected me a long time ago. The reason why you deliberately let me find you looking at the topographic map of Ghost Poison Valley is to force me to show my flaws?"

Suddenly, Duan Zifei's other hand had already grabbed her throat, his indifferent tone remained unchanged, but his murderous intent became stronger, "Where is she?"