I have the best bloodline.

The little white fox is young, shy and thin-skinned. He wants to be self-reliant but cannot do so.

He has obviously worked very hard to run Goulan, but he has made himself the best seller in Goulan. He gets a lot of silver rewards from his sisters and aunts every day. A fox can match the three to five days of hard work of the Goulan girls.

The little fox was so angry.

"call"

Su Yan sat on the bench, took a sip of tea, and calmed down the depression in his heart. He subconsciously glanced at Nanwu, who was sitting opposite his aunt, and once again marveled at the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.

Her swim ring is really exaggerated, and her breast-length skirt was originally stretched to the point where she revealed her true feelings.

As if aware of Su Yan's scrutiny, Nan Wu gently turned his head to look at Su Yan and said, "I'm sorry. I pursued you without knowing your age before. I was rude and caused you trouble in the first place."

"I came here to prepare for a short break. The Shark tribe is still waiting for my reply. I need to go home and explain the situation here clearly to them."

The Sharman tribe came here to have cubs, but Su Yan, a newly weaned fox, was obviously not of much use.

It is not enough to bring back to the clan for stocking up.

"Farewell for now?"

Su Yan clearly noticed the mistake in wording from Nanwu's words, so he repeated it again.

"Well, she said she would live with us in the winter and come to our Goulan store to work as a waiter." The aunt said.

After some conversation, the aunt roughly knew that Nanwu was slightly different from the ordinary Sharians. She seemed to particularly yearn for a prosperous life in the human world. She was so anxious to find a husband when she first came of age. It was not because she was really impatient. A man.

Just to complete his mission and give birth to a powerful bloodline for the Sharman tribe.

Then, travel to the human world and experience the style of Xia Yu, the largest city in the human race.

But now that winter is not far away, it is completely impossible for Nanwu to find another powerful demon clan, so he can only give up the idea of ​​finding a companion this year.

Nanwu decided to live in Xia Yu for a while and wait until next winter to talk about breeding offspring.

"Um"

Nanwu pondered for a while and looked at Su Yan and said, "Can you mate with me in winter next year?"

"I gave you the token of love. When you are able, you should give priority to matching with me. I cried for a long time before the pearl became so round. It is very precious."

"You look so much like my mother," Su Yan complained.

Aren’t there all handsome guys in the world of cultivation? Why do all the beautiful sisters like the young lady?

"Then we are compatible as mother and son? Although I think this is not good, if you insist, I will try my best to overcome the obstacles in my heart." Nanwu said.

"I asked you, why are you just like my mother? You both like to eat young grass. Where do you want to go? You agree, but my aunt still doesn't agree!"

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Chapter 17 Mr. Wen

"cry?"

"Well, when our Mermer teardrops fall to the ground, they will turn into pearls. Our Mermer tribe's pearls should be considered a trade specialty. We will collect the teardrops from babies crying in previous years for trade in the coming year."

Qian Nanwu briefly explained to Su Yan.

The sharks are naturally good at weaving, and have the uncanny ability to turn their tears into pearls. Moreover, shark tears are a relatively high-end skin care product in Xia Yu. After grinding pearls into powder, they have very powerful skin care effects.

After applying it, it is guaranteed to be white and flawless. Every day, ladies and ladies will prepare some and apply it a little before attending important occasions to make themselves more beautiful.

Like the pearl that Nanwu gave to Su Yan, it was about the size of a fist. If it were ground into powder and used for skin care, it would last for a whole year. Even if Xia Yu auctioned a hundred or ten kilograms of spiritual stones, it wouldn't be enough. That's too much.

In order to get Su Yan to agree to be the breeding sire, Nanwu had also put some thought into it when he presented the token of love.

………………

After Nanwu sat for a while, he jumped into the river at night and swam home, saying to his fellow tribesmen not to waste their energy by hooking the fence. There was no powerful male beast here, only a milk fox.

"Zhou You! You deserve to die! You really deserve to die!"

Not long after Nanwu left, Su Yan, who was sitting high up in the building with his aunt, was looking forward to closing time. However, a group of young men broke in at the door. They yelled and cursed as soon as they entered, which attracted Su Yan's sideways gaze.

"Huh? Mother, why are you in the pen?"

But the young man didn’t feel proud for long, because the leading young man who was yelling and swearing saw an extremely mature-looking woman playing cards in the column that was pronounced Goulan, written as Ma Diao Hall. She was startled with arrogance and lowered her eyebrows. A loving mother and a filial son.

"Where's your dad?"

The woman didn't care too much about her son. After giving him a sidelong glance, she threw out the horse tag in her hand and basically focused on the card table:

"Don't let me know from your mouth that he is currently in some brothel or Wanhua Pavilion, otherwise I will tear your mouth out immediately."

"No, after my father had lunch, he went out for a walk on the street. He never went to a brothel or Wanhua Pavilion without telling mother."

The young man was sweating profusely, and the others with him were silent, not even daring to take a breath.

Mrs. Wen's mother-in-law is from the Demon Suppressing Division, and everyone who sees the Demon Suppressing Division in charge of the inspection function is intimidated.

Mrs. Wen, who comes from such a family, exudes the air of interrogating prisoners in every word and deed, and her calm and assertive attitude scares her own son to the point of weakness.

"Um"

After Mrs. Wen nodded gently, Wen Juntong crawled around the ladies, ran to the back, and caught Zhou You who was about to escape through the back door.

But because his mother was still alive, Wen Juntong didn't dare to make any noise in the lobby. He caught Zhou You and took him directly to the backyard where Su Yan usually practiced.

"Auntie, aren't you going to take a look?"

Su Yan witnessed everything from the enclosed building and looked at his aunt and asked.

He was not worried about Zhou You getting beaten, he was just worried that the beating would make a mess all over the floor and he would have to clean up the floor for them. Su Yan would need to charge extra for such a service!

"There shouldn't be any problem. They look like they know each other. Besides, how can a monk in the Qi Refining Stage teach a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage?" The aunt waved her hands and didn't pay too much attention to the fight between the children.

"Then I'll go take a look"

After her aunt said it was okay, Su Yan quickly ran to the second floor, opened the door of Xiao Bai's bedroom, and lay on the window sill to watch what was happening in the backyard.

Su Yan likes joining in the fun very much!

"Zhou You, tell me whether you deserve to die. You defrauded me of my New Year's money for three years, and you said you were going to cover me. Now look at what you're covering for me."

Wen Juntong looked ferocious, holding a pet that looked like a small wild boar in his hand.

After he finished speaking, he raised the creature that looked like a young wild boar in front of Zhou You.

"Won't you dodge a big stick when you see it?

——Sandstone! "

The little wild boar had a very bad mouth and cursed Zhou You three times a second.

"Hey, hey, why are you attacking me personally? Keep your 'Shan Huan' away from you."

Zhou You seemed to recognize the creature. He turned aside and did not have the courage to face the little wild boar.

Although it looks like a small wild boar, the real name of the small wild boar is Shan Huan. It is a kind of monster that lives in the mountains and forests without any physical hazards. It has a strong sense of territory. Once a creature breaks into its territory, the mountain will be destroyed. Huan doesn't care what your cultivation level is, just start scolding.

The biggest characteristic of Shanhuan is its bad mouth, but it is also because of its bad mouth that it is a popular pet monster.

"You are a dead liar!"

Wen Juntong had an angry look on his face, and had no intention of talking to Zhou You. He held Shan Huan up the whole time, as if he was holding a swearing Gatling weapon, and shot at Zhou You.

"Fuck me, why!"

"Old Wen, do you want face? Are you embarrassed? Isn't it normal to have losses and profits in business? You took advantage of three years of your own New Year's money. I didn't take advantage of the same as you said. As for what to cover, I don't know! Whose family? Can your husband be hit in the head while visiting a brothel?”

"My family! Do you have the nerve to visit my father?"

Wen Juntong said with anger on his face: "We agreed, but you actually went back on your word before the battle and caused great harm to my father!"

The feud between Zhou You and Wen Juntong started two years ago when they had just turned sixteen.

Unlike Zhou You who likes mountains and rivers and exotic places, Na Wen Juntong has always had hopes for Wanhua Pavilion.

As soon as he reached adulthood, Wen Juntong wanted to ask his father to take some spiritual stones and spend the night in Wanhua Pavilion.

Father Wen was shocked and waved his hands, and told Wen Juntong seriously that Wanhua Pavilion has a demonic background. Although it is like running a hook on weekdays, intelligence and assassination transactions are secretly carried out there. If your mother knows about it, she will still leave you and me. Their skins were dried on bamboo poles?

No, no, no, go visit a brothel!

But Wen Juntong is also a stubborn person, but he just wants to find a Jindanqi sister to drink with him.

After going back and forth, Father Wen also had a different idea, and the father and son planned an autumn outing, preparing to go to the Wanhua Pavilion to taste the smoothness and tenderness of the skin of the first-level immortal cultivators.

And Zhou You was part of the plan. For Wen Juntong, he even lent his best friend a sum of money to realize his dream.

As a result, that bastard Zhou You escaped from the battlefield and lacked a whistleblower.

The Wen family's father and son were directly arrested, and other people who were traveling with him also lost face.

Mrs. Wen directly led the troops into Wanhua Pavilion and beat up the Wen family father and son.

Since two years ago, Wen's father's life has been as boring as a monk's. The maids in the family have been replaced by servants. There is not even a female in the huge Wen mansion. If Wen's father glances at a woman when he is out shopping, the servants can make Wen Dad died badly after returning home.

"Tell me, is my dad's life miserable enough?" Wen Juntong angrily scolded Zhou You for being despicable: "As long as you say you don't have time that day, we won't be like this. If my dad commits suicide, it will definitely be on you!"

"Can you blame me? When we were visiting the brothel, why didn't you act more openly and just go there in a loud voice! I've never seen you so bold! You didn't even put on a disguise and just entered through the front door openly!"

Zhou You was unconvinced and responded to Wen Juntong.

Chapter 18 The Ten Witches of the Immortal Kingdom

"Forget it about visiting Wanhua Pavilion. I've never seen you walk around so arrogantly and shamelessly. Why don't you go there in an eight-person sedan or use a Tianma horse-drawn carriage to spread the pomp?"

"Hey! Stop talking nonsense, Zhou Zei, and stretch your old face over and let me punch you twice, otherwise I really won't be able to swallow this breath. And it's for my father's sake!"

Wen Juntong remained unyielding, forcing Zhou You to jump up and down and run back and forth in the backyard. The entire backyard was filled with the sounds of Shan Huan and Wen Juntong yelling and cursing, as well as Zhou You's retorts that he would not give in and even refuse to apologize until he was beaten to death.

There was a shouting and chasing chase between the two, but the friend who followed Wen Juntong did not help.

Because Zhou You's identity was a bit strange, they didn't know Zhou You's identity, so they naturally didn't dare to do anything to him. Otherwise, if it was a normal day, they would have stepped forward to help, two people pressed their hands and two people pressed their feet, and poured yellow soup into your mouth to wake up your stubborn mind.

………………

"Hahaha."

Su Yan, who had been watching the show on the second floor, roughly pieced together the grievances between Wen Juntong and Zhou You from their conversations. Su Yan lay on the windowsill and covered his mouth to avoid accidentally laughing out loud.

".Wandering in the brothel, you all looked like you were in Infernal Affairs. You are really amazing."

Su Yan himself had been to Wanhua Pavilion, but he went there with an inspection mentality at that time. It was no different from an ordinary brothel, but the girls there were all cultivators with cultivation.

Cultivators like those in Wanhua Pavilion are collectively called demon cultivators in the primitive continent.

The definition of demon cultivators is that those who use skills or magic to harm others and benefit themselves can be defined as demon cultivators.

The girls in Wanhua Pavilion not only charge a high price, but also touch the hands to take some of the cultivator's spiritual energy and turn it into a boost for their own cultivation.

This is normal for Su Yan. After all, he was born in the southern state where the magic is prevalent. All the brothels there basically have the same process, but Wanhua Pavilion, as a mainland chain store, charges spiritual stones.

However, the father and son of the Wen family are also miserable.

Su Yan does not sympathize with their experience, because Mrs. Wen came to him to make a wish for a child. It is estimated that she is really disappointed with Wen Juntong, so she is ready to work hard to make a small account.

"Little fox~ It's time to close!"

Just as Su Yan was lying on the windowsill watching the show, the owner of the dormitory, Xiaobai, walked in quietly, walked behind Su Yan with a smile on his face, grabbed the little fox's butt with both hands and squeezed it: "Why are you sticking it up so high?"

Su Yan was startled, and subconsciously jumped forward and almost performed a flying fox from the second-floor windowsill.

But Xiaobai put one hand around his waist, hugged him into his arms, and smiled like a gangster: "Don't worry, it's me."

"It's you that I'm worried about, gangster!"

Su Yan struggled hard, and barely got out of Xiaobai's arms. He walked against the wall with a vigilant face, fearing that he would expose his back to Xiaobai.

The talented girl named Xiaobai was originally from a family of military generals. The whole family practiced martial arts. Later, when her father led the army to the south to suppress the Nightmare Town believers, he was bewitched and accidentally brought the plague poison back to the barracks, causing the soldiers of the entire southern army to be bedridden and almost causing national affairs.

Xiaobai got her name because of her fair skin, but she didn't have any special talents. Her endless wood element and strong physique were her capital to gain a foothold in the brothel. On weekdays, she worked as a thug and received wages from her aunt.

But because the brothel business was average before, Xiaobai's salary was naturally pitifully low, and she could only barely make ends meet. As for redeeming her sister from the Jiaofangsi, that was impossible.

Xiaobai comes from a family of military generals. He has a wild style and is as heroic as an ordinary man.